26. Fluffy Smutty Goodness
Fluffy Smutty Goodness
Ryn
Damn. I look hot! A giddy sort of smile curls my lips as nerves send my stomach into somersaults while I catalog my appearance via the floor-length mirror in the corner of my bathroom.
My eyes trace the lines of my mostly exposed body, from the lacy thigh-high fishnet style stockings adorning my legs, up past the frilly garter belt, mid-rise crotchless panties, and milky expanse of my stomach.
I nod appreciatively at the black lace longline Demi bra encasing my perpetually perky breasts, and grin at the full glam makeup I’ve done, complete with a black lip stain.
The contrast of the dark lingerie against my pale flesh lends itself to my impish features perfectly.
Seth is unquestionably going to perish when he sees me. Good thing he’s mated to a necromancer. In fact, I take great joy in 'raising' his cock, summoning la petite mort, and then doing it all over again.
“Ryn? You okay in there?” Seth’s voice is muffled, but not enough to hide the eager note in it. Knowing how worked up he’s probably made himself waiting for me sends a thrill right to my core.
Instead of answering, I give the curls I painstakingly set one last fluff, and then follow the pull of impatience and elation coming from his side of our bond out of the bathroom.
Wentworth looks up lazily from where he’s curled comfortably on one of my armchairs. He takes in my appearance and then tucks his head between the cushions and his paws, completely uninterested in the antics about to take place.
An animalistic sputtering mewl fills the studio space, and if I hadn’t just seen Wentworth's apathy, I might have thought it came from him. Knowing my carefully constructed visage has reduced Seth to a simpering idiot makes pride fill my chest, and desire flare in my groin.
“I had a thought,” keeping my voice light and playful, I sashay toward where he’s sitting on the edge of our bed.
His jaw is still open, and I carefully shut it with one finger as I step between his legs, into the circle of his arms. His eyes burn a trail up my body as I tilt his head back, and I can feel his erection against my stomach where I’m pressed up against him.
“That’s…that’s good. I, uh, seem to have lost all of mine.” The most adorable part of his cheesy little line is that it’s very apparently the truth. I smile and run my hands along his shoulders, reveling as he trembles under my fingers.
“I was thinking, maybe you could use your shadows to do something for me?” Biting my bottom lip, I rub my thighs together and groan. Crotchless panties are appealing for a plethora of reasons, but there is a certain drawback to having nothing to help catch the slick pooling between your legs.
“Anything. You—do you want me to use them to bind you again?” His orbs flare, and I moan as his hands trace lightly up my sides and then knead the tension from my back expertly.
“No.”
He pauses in his ministrations, looking at me with renewed interest. Seth loves trying new things, and his dick agrees with my assessment, as it pulses against me. My cheeks heat with a slight blush, and I take a quick breath, anticipation making the air feel thinner.
“I was thinking maybe you could make me a shadow strap-on. I want to fuck you.” His orbs white out, and his mouth drops open again. My brow furrows, and I quickly add, “If you want that, too.”
He’s nodding before his mouth can sort out how to form words, and I beam at his enthusiastic response, “Yeth.” Magic swirls under his skin in a blush, and he smiles ruefully, “Yes, I definitely want that.”
This time, unlike our first meeting, we both laugh at his nervous mix-up, and that pesky kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight in my stomach, quickly burning a path of venery to my core.
Seth leans forward and pulls the sensitive skin of my neck into his mouth, sucking and kissing a line up to that little erogenous zone behind my ear.
A squeak leaves my lips at the rush of pleasure, and I lean up on my toes to grind myself against his bulge, the friction against my unclothed pussy feeling absolutely delicious.
“Do you have specific plans for the dick? Or can I have creative liberties? And how do you feel about a double-sided strap-on?” His voice is all grit, low and seductive, and the heat of his breath against the wetness he’s trailed on my skin makes me shiver violently.
Goosebumps break out across my flesh, and the images he’s put into my already lust-drunk mind have me spiraling fast.
“No plans, aside from the pegging. Yes to the double-sided, but wait to conjure my side until I say so.” I tilt my head and try to picture what position might be easiest to fuck him and play with his cock at the same time, especially if I’m also getting fucked.
Standing will only work until I get jelly legs, but I definitely want to top, at least for a little while.
An image flits through my head, and I grab onto it.
“I want to start with you on your back, but finish with you on top, so maybe add a cock ring for yourself, to help draw it out. You can take a bit of edging, can’t you, baby? ”
Seth’s orbs roll back and blink out for a moment while he groans, and I chuckle with pleasure. He takes a second more and then nods, “Okay, we’ll keep it simple then. Orc cock? Ribbed for pleasure?”
One of the biggest benefits of being mated to a bisexual shadow daddy?
He’s got first-hand knowledge of different species of cocks and can fabricate replicas for playtime.
Although I still prefer his real cock, it has been fun to watch how excited he gets to put his unique skills to use while fucking me.
Certainly, sex with him will never get boring.
I nod keenly and look down as I feel the cool tendrils of shadow wrap around my waist. Taking a step back, I watch with fascination as a very sizable shadow orc cock, complete with ridges down the veiny shaft, materializes in place.
My hand wraps tentatively around it and I grin with satisfaction at the weight and firmness of it. Seth slides his fingers alongside mine on the cock, inching his way toward my soaked pussy. I swat his hand away and nod toward the bed.
“Lie back and vanish your clothes.” My voice is firm, and I smile delightedly as he whimpers and immediately moves to follow my orders.
“You don’t want me to get you ready?” His voice is all carnal rasp, but I can see the concern in the way his brow ridges turn up slightly.
A small snort tumbles free, “Trust me, baby, that’s not necessary. I’m already dripping at the thought of fucking you with this big cock.”
He sucks in a breath and groans, “Fuck, Ryn.”
“I intend to. Now, in fact. Spread your legs, love.” He does as I bid him, quickly pulling up his legs and baring himself to me. His lack of balls makes for a very appealing sight. Tight hole and massive cock, all there and ready to play—with nothing to get in my way.
I grab his shaft and gently pump a few times, from base to tip, milking him for his pre-cum. When there’s a good amount leaking from the bright blue head, I use both hands to gather it, and apply it generously to my shadow cock, and then his ass.
He hisses when I run a finger over him there, and I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he pants when my finger pushes in past his ring of flesh. He’s so fucking warm, and I quickly pull out and scoop up more pre-cum, pushing it into him with two fingers now.
Seth moans as I pump slowly, letting the magic of his pre-cum do its job so he can take this monster without any pain or fear of injury. Still, I look up from where I’ve just added a third finger, and turn serious for a moment.
“I know you’ve done this before with the real thing, but do remember to use the safe word if you need a break, yeah?”
“Yes, love.” His answering smile is dopey as fuck, and a pang of very potent lust accompanies the warmth in my chest. I think he’s ready now. I know I am.
“Conjure my side as I fuck you. I want you to fill me with it as I fill you.” I hardly recognize my voice now, pinched as it is with urgency.
I don’t wait for him to answer; I just lean forward and line the head of my shadow cock up with his hole.
There’s some resistance, but he deftly bears down as I push in slowly, and we both gasp as the tip pops in, savoring the stretch of our perspective shadow cocks.
Fuuuck. More than how good it feels for me, watching Seth’s tight little ass swallow up the impressive size of the simulated dick in its powerful grip is marvelously exhilarating.
Thanks to his pre-cum, it only takes a few more tentative thrusts to bottom out, and we moan in unison.
I pull out slowly, and gasp as the shadow cock inside me follows suit.
I look at Seth questioningly and feel my pulse kick up at the intensity of his orbs.
“Is that okay? Or do you want it stationary like a normal double-sided?” His chest is rising and falling rapidly, the need rolling off him in waves of almost tangible hunger.
I purse my lips, a little put out that he’s found a way to fluster me, but also too into it to feel any real annoyance.
And considering my ultimate goal is to unravel him and reduce him to a blissed out, whimpering pleasure slut, I think I can deal with handing over some of the control.
“So good, baby.” I push back into him with shallow thrusts, letting the ribbing tease his opening, and gasping when my side of the double-ender grinds against my clit.
His cock bucks against his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum where the head taps his flexing abs.
I have no idea why it's so erotic, but my scalp tingles and heat races across my skin, my stomach bunching up with tension that my brain is begging me to release.