“Yikes.”
“Yeah.” She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I just wanted to do something good.”
“You are doing good things, Ryn. They can’t take that away from you.”
I can feel the slight bob of a nod against my chest as her hand moves under the layers of blankets.
“They can certainly try. But I don’t really want to talk anymore.”
Her hand brushes purposefully against my crotch, and I choke, “Oh—Ohhh!Heh, a-are you sure you want to do—this? Right now?”
I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Ryn’s entire demeanor changes, going from frail to commanding in the space of a few blinks.
“What I want is for you to be a good boy and stay nice and quiet. Can you do that for me, sugar?”
I gulp audibly, and shetsks in response, swinging her body up and settling into a straddle over my lap. My cock instantly hardens at the flood of damp heat now pressed firmly against my lap.H-h-holy shit. Ryn slides her hands up the sides of my neck, cupping behind my ears before tilting my head back. I watch her face with lust-drunk eyes as she leans in and pulls my bottom lip into her mouth, sucking on it.
A small whine escapes me before I can think better of it, and she bites down slightly, telling me without words that I’m not following orders very well. I’ve never done the power play thing before, so I had no idea it was a kink for me, buthoo boy, it ismost definitely a thing.
If being in control of me sexually will help her muddle through her anxiety about all the shit we can’t control, then all I can really do is sit back and thank the Gods I’ve never believed in before now. Miracles happen every day.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I can feel the heat of her words against my lips as our mouths crash together, sliding my tongue against her much smaller one. Her soft moan is like a fuckin siren song to my aching cock.
I probably should have jerked off before this date. At this point, my dick has swelled so many times tonight that it feels more like I’ve been masterfully edged, and I’m starting to worry the base of it, where magic gathers to form a knot, is going to burst or get stuck all swollen and painful.
She grinds into my length, and I break the kiss, my head shooting backward as my orbs roll in my sockets, the light of them swirling faster and more chaotically. I can just hear Ryn’s shallow pants over my own thundering heart and ragged breaths.
“Gods, that’s so hot." The undisguised lust in her voice pulls my sight to Ryn, who is biting her plush lower lip as she watches my struggle for control. Her grey eyes look like molten silver as they trace down my body possessively. That also does something to me, the possessiveness. “I want you naked. Now.”
Without looking away from her eyes and the depravity in them, I snap, and my clothes vanish. She gasps in delight and scoots to the floor in front of me to fully take in the sight. Her eyes trail my neatly stacked abs, and my stomach clenches as she takes in the sight of my cock. Before I can worry that it’s too weird for her, she licks her lips and bends forward as she leans in to lick my weeping blue tip. Her tongue flits out and lightly traces the four solid bone studs that line my glans,almost like a magic cross piercing, before enveloping the head of my cock in the bliss of her mouth.
Psychopomps don’t have a foreskin per se; it’s more like a cock with an extruding prehensile inner shaft. The outer shaft is firmer than other species’ cocks from my experience and matches the rest of my ‘skin’. While the inner shaft is a fuck ton more sensitive, and usually matches the color of our orbs.
Ryn slips her tongue between the flare of my outer and inner shaft and swirls it around my most sensitive place, forcing an animalistic moan from the depths of my fucking soul. A violent shudder wracks my body, and I bite down hard on my lip to stay quiet. She sucks gently before popping off my cock and pouting prettily. Is she put out that I stopped serenading her with my weird ass fucking pre-nut vocals? Maybe the gag order doesn’t apply to embarrassing pre-orgasm arias.
Before I can think about it too much, she runs her fingers along the base of my cock. Her hand trails over my knot swells and the bumpy, bone-colored protrusions that line my length, similar to a Jacob’s ladder, but around my entire outer shaft on the top, bottom, and either side.
“No balls?”
I look at her for a minute, silently panicking—does she want me to speak now? I arch a brow, and she smiles.
“You can speak.”
“The swells at the base there work kind of the same, so no. No dangling parts.”
She nods, her eyes alight with curiosity and desire, “And these? Are they bone?” She traces the ribbing along the top of my length and adds, “It looks like your dick has an exoskeleton.”
I wince, “Kind of—but they’re not hard enough to hurt or anything. I promise. They’re more similar to cartilage than bone.”
“I love it.” The tension in my shoulders relaxes at her affirmation, and I smile. “In fact, I bet it will feel absolutely amazing when you’re thrusting this beast of a cock into my pretty pussy. Don’t you?”
“Gods, yes.” My voice cracks, and I swallow hard against the lust clogging my throat.
“But not today.”
The cloying cadence of her voice clashes against the gut-punch sensation her words deliver. A slight blurriness clouds the corners of my orbs, and I realize with some small amount of shock that my nonexistent balls are so blue it’s brought ethereal tears to my fucking orbs.
