Page 28 of Whispers From The Dark

“The first document shows his vasectomy date and sperm cell count at subsequent appointments. The second is his most recent STI panel. He hasn’t been active since then.” She opens her mouth, possibly to argue, but I cut her off as I already know what she plans to ask. “I double-checked his memory.”

Her lips thin as I answer her question. She continues scanning the documents for another minute or so.

“Well, you just thought of everything, didn’t you?”

I nod, pleased with myself.

“I mean, great. But what makes you think I like when people come inside me, anyway?” she asks, tossing her phone back into her bag. I’m pleased this is her first concern. An objection to ejaculate is far easier to surmount than one to sex.

“You tell me, Petra,” I say. “What makes me think that?”

“I don’t know where you got the idea, because I don’t,” she reasserts, chin tilting up so she can look down her perfect nose at me.

“She did really enjoy giving blowjobs, man. Maybe she doesn’t like it,” Sam offers.

“Why do you lie to me so? I know every thought regarding pleasure that you have ever had. You like the way it feels when a man comes inside you. You like how warm it is and how deep inside you it gets. In fact, as you sit there and clench your muscles, I know it’s because you’re trying not to get wet just thinking about his cum dripping down your thighs.”

And there it is. A taste of her pleasure. Faint and delicious, I need more. Her chest has gone red and patchy, cheeks blazing with heat. She looks down, her hands gripping the edge of the couch cushions.

“What do you need from me, love?” When she won’t meet my eyes, I soften. I am asking her to step outside her comfort zone, after all. Past endeavors were rarely about what she wanted, and more about fulfilling her partner’s needs. “Do you want this? If not, I will not force the issue.”

So quiet I almost don’t hear her, she responds. “I actually really want this.”

“Then take it.”

She hesitates, taking a deep breath. When she exhales, she gives me a nervous grin before climbing onto my lap. Her jeans are rough against skin, and my cock presses painfully against her. She dips, stealing a quick kiss as she rocks her hips over me.

“Fuck,” Sam says.

She sits up, leaning away from me, as she moistens her lips with her little pink tongue. Her bright green eyes catch the light as she looks down at me. “Unfortunately, there is no way for me to know you aren’t coercing Sam. Step out of his body, and I will tell you when to come back.”

“Oh, shit,” the inane voice of the body I’m borrowing says, amused. “Dude, I’m your fluffer.”

“Fluffer?”

“I keep your…my…the dick hard. For you to, ya know, use. Sweet gig, I guess.”

“Yes. Sweet gig,” I grit out.

“Didn’t think I was going to be allowed to be, ya know, present.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” I respond, annoyed.

“Fine. Where would you have me go while you get Sam’s permission to fuck him?” I ask, reminding myself that only her pleasure matters. And while she might have found him attractive, she has no feelings for Sam. I inhale, questioning my sanity for wanting any sort of feelings to be directed toward me. I am nothing but a monster to her, and she is only human—weak and temporary, like a mayfly.

“Over there.” She waves a dismissive hand at the sofa behind her. And with a grin that makes my—Sam’s—cock jerk, she says, “Watch us.”

So, I evacuate Sam’s body with haste, but I will my permeable form to maintain shape. It isn’t a laborious task. I shift, deciding to look more like the demonic form I so rarely use. I perch on the arm of the couch she pointed to, waiting for her to see me like this.

Will I scare her? Will she be intrigued?

But she doesn’t look back at me, fully enthralled with Sam. The moment I left his body, he seems to have moved into action. I didn’t even hear a word said between them. He’s got his mouth on hers with one hand in her hair and the other on her hip, guiding her onto his lap.

“God, you just kept getting hotter, didn’t you?” Sam says when she sits up to discard her jacket. As she rips the crop top over her head, Sam finally notices me. His eyes widen, and the stink of fear permeates the room. I roll my eyes in disgust, putting on a glamour for him alone. His reaction fills me with uncertainty for one of the first times in my boundless existence. I had not intended to hide my true form from Petra, but maybe I should consider it. This body I so rarely coalesce into might be too frightening for her, and I do not want to experience her fear.

Perhaps it is fate, then, that only as I begin to think about hiding myself, do her eyes find me in one of the large gilded mirrors hanging on the wall. I can only see her face and bared shoulders, but none of that matters when I don’t instantly taste the sour scent of her terror. Her large eyes have grown wider, but her brows raise in interest. I watch as her gaze moves slowly upward, taking in the horns that twist above my head. And then she stretches, trying to get a better view of the wings spreading from my back.

I only realize Sam has recovered when Petra’s eyes roll back in her head. His tongue flicks at the jewelry pierced through her perfect, peachy nipples. The wave of her pleasure crests over me, tasting of sweet strawberries and a humid summer breeze.