Chapter 6 Keenan
KEENAN
Carol was purring in Keenan’s arms like a contented cat. The cushions were in disarray, mostly shoved apart by their desperate coupling, and it might have been uncomfortable if Keenan wasn’t so thoroughly satisfied.
Carol. She was like a song, one that Keenan didn’t mind having stuck in his head on repeat.
“Tell me about being a troll,” she said, making light dance between her fingertips and Keenan’s bare arm.
“Not much to tell,” Keenan said, smiling besottedly at her. “Me troll. Smash things.”
“But you’re an accountant. And not a terrible one, if you got a contract here.”
“I like numbers,” Keenan said, reaching up to push back a lock of hair that looked like it was tickling her face. “I’ve always been good at them. What about you? Why’d you become a programmer? It’s always seemed…”
“Kind of like a guy’s world?” Carol scoffed. “I’m good at code. Always have been.” She gave a little shrug. “It pays the bills.”
“You still going to do it now? Now that you’re…”
“A succubus, apparently?” Carol swirled a finger around and made a tingly little tendril trail between Keenan’s bare arm and her hand. “I don’t know what that means yet, besides the fact that I didn’t realize how starved I’d been. I mean, I had, but I just figured it was my diet.”
“You’re on a diet?” Keenan heard his own words and backpedaled desperately. “I mean, why? You’re gorgeous.”
Carol gave him a deeply skeptical look. “Good save.”
Keenan sat up to scowl down at her. One advantage to being a troll was naturally fearsome looks, which could come in handy at times. “I’m not being polite. You are strong and healthy. I love how you look.”
Her eyes softened. “You actually mean that,” she said in wonder. “I mean…I can tell.” She looked down at herself as if she was seeing herself with new eyes. “You like it all.”
“Every plucky pound of it,” Keenan agreed. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because society has tried to make me believe I’m not really acceptable. I mean, I needed to buy myself a special chair because my ass is too fat for the standard issue.”
“That’s bullshit,” Keenan said. “Lots of different people need different things. Linda has special blood rations in the fridge, and they showed me the mop and bucket they have for that guy in IT that turns into a puddle; it doesn’t make them less to be nonstandard.
” It took hearing the words out loud to realize in astonishment that they applied to him also.
He wasn’t less because he’d become a troll.
He was just different.
“Did I…drain you?” Carol asked cautiously.
“Drain me?” Keenan was still trying to wrap his mind around being okay with what he was.
“I feel great,” Carol explained. “Like I just had a high end prime rib, a pile of roasted potatoes, and an entire pot of coffee with a cup of sugar. Did I take that energy away from you? I don’t want to be a…parasite. That would be worse than not Becoming anything.”
Keenan poked himself in the chest, as if he expected to find the answers there, and Carol chuckled. “Nope. If anything, I feel better than ever. It’s been…a long time since I did this.”
The few dates he’d had that had gotten to the undressing stage had decided not to risk his up-sized schlong, and made polite excuses about early mornings. Being well-hung had not been the fantasy he’d imagined it would be as a horny teenager.
It was better, Keenan decided, lowering his mouth to Carol’s and was surprised to find that his body responded.
Keenan was not a teenager. Usually, it was just one round of sex or self-pleasure in a day that he managed. Maybe a second, given enough time and temptation.
So when Carol drew her hand over his flaccid cock, he was as surprised as she was when it suddenly swelled and rose immediately back to attention with a rush of heat and need.
“Woah,” Carol said.
“Woah,” Keenan agreed, staring at her hungrily. “Carol…”
“I think that further experimentation with this succubus thing is needed,” Carol observed. She gave him a devilish grin that showed only human teeth. “Would you like to troll the ancient yuletide carol again?”
“Don’t call yourself ancient,” Keenan chuckled. “You are clearly just entering your prime. And I would be honored to join you in this purely scientific venture.”
“We’ll need a lot more data,” Carol agreed. “Months of it, probably, before we can start drawing any conclusions.”
Keenan eyed her, trying to decide how she meant the teasing statement. It was hard to think when she was still stroking his cock, but he liked the idea of seeing more of her, for months or even longer. “Are you asking me to…ah…be your…ahhhhh…boyfriend?”
Carol stilled her fingers. “I think that I am,” she said frankly. “I really needed this, and I think I’ll probably continue to need this, and…I’m not really interested in casual hookups and picking up random guys in bars. I like you, Keenan. Will you be my fuckbuddy and see where this goes?”
“Only if I’m allowed to fall madly in love with you,” Keenan said impulsively, grinning at her without trying to cover his pointed teeth.
Carol didn’t seem to mind, taking his face in both her hands to kiss him possessively. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” she said, kissing each tusk in turn.
She rolled him over on his back (Keenan didn’t fight her!) and there were sparks gathering everywhere that skin met skin along her thighs. She teased her fingers over his attentive cock and Keenan found himself growling and arching into her touch. “For science,” he said with theatrical reluctance.
“Forever,” Carol said.
It was crazy. It was intense. It was perfect. “Forever,” Keenan agreed.