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To have him want me.
To have him want… me.
And I really want to know what it feels like to have his ring inside me.
He’s already mostly transformed when he kisses me again and spreads my legs with the nudge of a knee. Denim shorts are not conducive to getting hard this fast. I keep bucking up, hoping to find friction, but Odai is too tall on his knees.
He licks his long, forked tongue over my Adam’s apple, and as I tip my head back, there I am in the mirror. Me. Finally.
“I am going to make you so wet, beautiful one, so relaxed and ready for me, you will open like the flower you are.”
I want to correct him, because being a flower seems too feminine now—until I remember flowers can have both male and female parts in the same bloom and are literally called bisexual flowers. Demi-gendered would have been a better name.
I can be a flower.
Odai keeps kissing me. My mouth. Down my neck. And while he does, his hands never stop exploring where the hems of my clothes give way to skin. His purple, claw-tipped fingers caress my neck, my sternum and sides, and the very high cut of my shorts. Then he is up inside the shorts again, and I really need some friction.
Odai surges more of his weight down and thrusts against me as if he heard that as a wish. I could grind like this all day and be happy, but I want that ring.
At last, Odai’s wings unleash with a whoosh of air. He is naked just by having willed it to be true and grinds his thick cock against the front of my shorts. If they were any tighter, I’d pop a button. I kind of want to.
I really want to.
“Odai.”
“Jeffrey,” he husks back. “Before I undress you, I have a suggestion for a wish.”
“Y-yeah?”
“What undergarments are you wearing?”
My face goes hot. Hotter. I almost forgot. “Um, nothing? I was wearing boxer briefs, but you could see them past the hem of the shorts—”
“May I ask that you wish to be wearing undergarments like… lingerie?” His purple eyes shimmer after finding the word.
“Just so you can take them off?” I chuckle.
“Yes.”
“Like a… lace thong?”
“Yes.”
My cock answers with another throb. “I wish… I was wearing a pale blue thong with a pink bow.” Instantly, I feel its fabric against my skin, which is… weird but nice, given how rough denim is. I don’t own anything lace. I might need to wish for more underwear like this.
Odai opens my shorts and pulls them partway down. I glance between us to see the thong, with its pink bow on the front and, well, I’m so hard, I’m already pushing out of its restrictions, and leaking through its thin, almost see-through fabric.
With the claws of his thumbs, Odai traces the lines where the thong meets skin, barely missing the head of my cock when he reaches where it’s pushing past the hem. He bends closer and twirls his tongue through my precome, causing more of my cock to spring free.
Then Odai flips me so suddenly, I gasp. He must have willed my shorts away completely, because they’re gone, and I hear them thud to the floor. He doesn’t take off my boots but bends closer again and licks just to the side of where the thong flosses my crease.
It is so close to my hole, but not quite there. I start humping the mattress. The way the lace rubs against me while I’m bobbing my ass up and down helps. Finally, Odai pushes aside the fabric of the thong and flits his forked tongue inside me. It is hot and wet and pushes so deep, but his tongue is thinner than what I want.
Until his tail joins it.
“Oh.”
The head is so similar to the head of his cock. I moan at the thought of him fucking me like this with most of my clothes on. If he actually could fuck me with his tongue still inside me, I would be seriously impressed—and maybe not surprised—but I know it’s his tail.
