The screen switched off and Trevor put the mouthpiece of his shisha in the proper place… after one last drag.
He was dizzy and, frankly, confused.
From the fact that a female form did… really nothing to show him what he can do with his own toy to her bringing up… well…
Really, she shouldn’t have mentioned Edna. At all.
That was why he had the shisha at all, wasn’t it? Needed to soften that particular misstep.
She shouldn’t have done a lot of things. Really, all kinds of naked things were better left not-done.
But they were done now. And in his head.
…
Trevor grabbed the remote and switched on a classic radio. It was night. They didn’t play anything upsetting.
So he closed his eyes. And finished the shisha after all. It would be a waste anyway...
… and let all the images and thoughts tumble through his head again. Without judgement.
It’s just a thought.
From exhausted pregnant-seeming naked ladies, over his seal displayed on her body, to the pleading hiss of his name… and, of course, invoking names in vain she should clearly not. It all tumbled over one another.
When these pictures mixed with the ones from the previous video, he was somewhat glad there was no tobacco left.
Maybe it would make sense at a later time.
Right now, it certainly didn’t. Many factors were at fault. Not that he could count them all.
He felt… a little hollow, really.
Sleep was a necessity.
Rest.
Proper rest.
At least beds were warm and didn’t just get dressed and up all cold.
"Oh, I'm sure a handsome gentleman like yourself would find a way. Ropes, chains, handcuffs...” the mystery lady winked when she said this.
Bliant massaged the bridge of his nose. It was too early for any of that, really. “The third drawer on the left. Leave them, I don’t want a silicone mess again”
“Thanks, babe,” Ila said, eyes only looking over to reaffirm his smile was for him.
Fixating on the lady certainly took precedence. Naturally.
The mating dance was not completed after all.
“You heard him, quite a collection of ‘ways’ are ready and waiting,” he got up to take her hand to kiss her knuckles.
And she let him guide her with a mischievous smile towards… well, their bedroom. Of course. Where else, really. They both disappeared into the room and Bliant saw that the lady really liked the idea of her costume, since she had one of these mood-tails as well. It disappeared behind the bedroom-door.
What can you do, really.
In his case? Making another cup of coffee. Because no one could tell him not to. Caffeine wasn’t that bad for the body.
The machine rumbled when he heard the first giggles from the neighbouring room. Apparently, the wannabe-demon was excitable. Well. Good for him.
Good old black coffee. He soaked in the smell of brewed, roasted beans.
It was a good enough reason to jump on the counter, swing his legs a little and stick around. That more coffee was easier obtained was a distinct second, really.
“Oooooh are your ‘horns’ sensitive, mmmh?” Bliant merely raised a brow at the comment. His second coffee was done. The world was a better place.
He blew over the surface carefully, an inner calm came over him, even with the drawers in the other room opened and closed.
A too hot sip later, he fished his phone from the loading station – the loading stations for humans and electric gadgets were not far apart.
He should probably check what he bought in his nightly desire to calm his mind… and if it has any legal consequences.
In the first case, everything seemed in order. Experimental fungus. He could slip his university-permission in there. It’s level three, apparently, but he could deal…
The other one was… a mutated carnivorous plant. What he had been sinking isn’t entirely clear, but maybe it comes in hands? Anyway, same level of dangerous. It could be for a project, really.
They were both legal enough, the only handcuffs seeing some action were the ones one room over. It really was a loud ‘click’ when they set.
Anyway. The third one was a… … … ‘succubus’?
Bliant blinked owlishly, sipping just perfect coffee and still kicking his feet from the counter.
His frown deepened when he opened the attachment to the order confirmation. It was… a contract.
There were somewhat uncouth noises in the background while he studied the document…
Apparently, he was now the owner of a summoned demon.
Which… was not allowed to murder her owners – him and anyone affiliated -, she couldn’t harm them except for sexy purposes.
With a scrunched nose, he listened a little closer to the other room… and, naturally, heard a slapping sound and a moan. Of course. Anyway.
No intentionally breaking their stuff – that was nice, he supposed. Aaaand she can’t leave. Unless someone gives her permission. He had to, he supposed. Also no leaving for good unless owners tell her the contract is fulfilled.
… no order-fulfilling or something, just a… sex-slave.
Bliant bought a sex-slave.
A demonic sex slave. Who probably currently eats his boyfriends soul.
“Yes, HARDER!” His own bedroom said.
… he probably wanted to go that way.
What a strange thing to sell. Also: a very prompt delivery. Already arrived.
This whole thing seemed highly unlikely. And she was not a succulent.
… points for the horns and tail, though.
With a sigh, Bliant emptied his cup, then jumped down to walk to the bedroom-door… and waited for a final, relieved moan from the other side of the door before he knocked: “Ila, it’s eight sixteen, it’s time to GO, really”
It resulted in a scrambling noise. And a thud. And footsteps
The door got ripped open: “Why didn’t you say something earlier!”
And Ila ran out with a quick kiss to Bliant’s cheek, crumpled clothes in hand, off to the bathroom.
Inside, there was a lady on the bed, one hand cuffed to the headboard. A little surprising, really, normally it was the other way around.
“That was mean”, she said.
He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe: “If you say so, nameless mystery lady… want me to get you off or are you good?”
The glowering he received was almost a little amusing.
‚Kitty‘ flicked the latch of the creature’s box and it crawled out, still the same blue hue it had before: “Another proof it’s me: This one didn’t change”
She smiled and let it crawl up her arm… and disappear into her shirt.
“I can still very much imagine you to open up my shirt. Because it satisfies the object of review a lot more and makes it more pliant, but… it might be interesting to note it’s also quite nimble”
At which point the number of buttons released from their respective fastenings was increased by one, without showing even a hint of blue in the process.
“It can also stretch so very thin, you can barely see it…” she said, her now visible, lacy bra covered in a thin, vaguely hand-shaped film. And squeezed, slipping through the fabric and moving over the skin, goosebumps forming beneath, “It’s… a little more… ah… delicate touch. A little, well… this body is a little more sensitive as well”
Her nipple hardened under apparently careful ministrations, which her hands twitched into the fabric of her skirt, a little bit on the squirmy side.
Kitty bit her lip until the hand-shaped membrane formed something more solidly handshaped and squeezed within the bra: “Ah- too delicate is… well… I think you would be careful. Especially with a lady, but… well.” She shrugged a little half-heartedly.
Then she shook her wrist: “That, too, is why my hands are entirely free. I don’t think you would restrain me. I could touch you all over, explore your body and tease and stroke and you wouldn’t be against it at all… but alas” Another shrug – there was no body to touch.
The hands stayed inside her bra, massaging and squeezing, rubbing over sensitive places whenever she got used to it and relaxed in the touch, so she stayed high-strung. She squirmed under careful ministrations of more hands than there should be, moving down her sides and slipping under her shirt, caressing the skin under her clothes.
There was a blush on her cheeks and she adjusted her position every few seconds: “You… might just not… reveal much either. If you got away with casual touches… and exploring my soft skin… kissing my neck when I sit on your lap tilt my head just so, maybe a nibble” there were no lips, but a slight bruise formed on her neck, under the blue tendril there.
“Until you get more curious, because – mnh – well, I’m not at all averse… giving you access lean back with a sigh, maybe,” she did lean further back – the creature providing support even though invisible. “mnhh…”
“Maybe it would convince you, with your seal already around my neck, that you might be able to take something that’s already yours? Mh?” she fully leaned back to let another bruise form at the other side of her throat, eyes closed. The tendrils, meanwhile, opened the last buttons and the shirt fell open.
Her breasts still within the confines of her underwear, it was more obvious they did not fully fit into the hands massaging them. Something of a contrast with her trained stomach, so much softness.
The tendrils were all over her stomach, then, moving along the hem of the skirt, up the fine line of muscles, stopping at her ribcage and making a round.
“Mmmh… and you might be too shy, but – mh,” the hands squeezed in particularly unexpected moment – “but I… did go shopping for just this review, so…”
The tendril opened the securing buttons at the side of her skirt and removed it, carefully folding the fabric, putting it on the table.
It did reveal that Kitty was kneeling, legs slightly spread. It was easy to see that she wore a matching set of panties – still very practical, even with the lace attached. It fit like a second skin. And the tendrils made their round bigger to caress her whole belly, still careful to steer clear of the panty.
She squirmed whenever the skin of her lower belly twitched. Reflexes obviously intact.
With a shake of her head, she wriggled herself a bit free from all the attention, hands placed between her legs, leaning forward on the support of her stretched out arms, maybe squeezing her boobs together… and maybe the Metatron cube spun in front of them.
“Well,” she cleared her throat, “A proper review… should… be a little bit objective… and informative,” the tendrils already re-started to crawl over her – wider than it should be expected, really, - hips and caress again, “… but I think… I think this might… be a little too distracting. So apologies, I’ll just… maybe story sometimes…”
And with that – and a renewed blush – the tendrils slipped into her panty, barely visible.
“I… do believe… really do believe… you’d have very clever fingers,” her hips wriggled again, towards and away, very much unsure, “Aaaah… aaaandthat thiswouldbeverynice,”
She took a deep breath, the shaky sigh didn’t help her blush, actually, it might even look a little worse: “Buuuut you might notice… might… that… well… that preparation isn’t… all that necessary, really. I’m more than ready and… huuh”
Her hips rose, the panties were moved to the side… and there was a deeply satisfied moan In the room when she sat back down: “I… I- aaahnn… it… it might have… huh taken longer for you… for….” She simply closed her eyes there. Hips slowly moving, deep breaths and fingers twitching. There were blue appendages helping with the rhythm, holding tightly onto her hips, slowly rising, faster back down.
When she rolled her hips, she even hiccupped in her breathing, resuming the pace with the creatures help anyway: “I’d… I’d very much… ah… hope it’s… satisfying for both a-HHnd distracting. Really distracting”
Her body certainly seemed focused not on thinking.
It didn’t take long at all for her to grab the sheets, increasing the pace just that bit more and come with a shaky cry.
A little twitchy, she leaned back, against that invisible support, breathing with closed eyes, proving that there was still blue inside of her. And a few tendrils still circling her belly.
“Nnnnh… it… it would be for me… and…” she adjusted her hips, a soft hiss accompanying the motion, “… well… if it really was for you… you had someone who was yours a long time ago….” She flicked at the seal around her neck.
She breathed deliberately now. And if one looked closely, her abdomen looked… less muscular.
“Just a silly fantasy… all… sensitive,” the tendrils traced her belly again, probing and pressing, with her sighing and blushing under it, “… it… it certainly takes a lot… mh… longer, month, really, but everything is… all tight and growing and…” There was another shudder, her belly extending, in a visible pace, even.
The blue mass supported the weight, holding the belly up and caressing it.
“It’s… hah… it’s a lot more… ah… it’s tight… and heavy…” she closed her eyes, a deep breath needed, “Very… very intense, this, all full with you and what you did and it’s all growing and you’ve got to take care, it’s your fault after all and…”
Her blush deepened considerably when there were hands all over her belly, holding it and caressing it and also fondling her breasts. “… all too… possessive, really,” there was a giggle.
Until she bit her lip, because it seemed all too true, hands all over her breasts and belly and another suction on her shoulder, still buried deep inside of her as well.
She could barely move, with all the weight and her belly button stretched to make the scar inside visible. The skin was stretched and sensitive, making her squirm in the confines she was in: “But… nh… really tight an- fuck”
After her belly finally stopped growing – tight and voluminous and really not unlike a sexual encounter terribly right- she wriggled onto the blue appendage still inside.
The moan that accompanied the appendage being thrust in… was not something she could suppress.
Tiny mewling sounds came from her while the appendage picked up a pace, pressing on her belly to even greater effect.
The creature fucked her thoroughly while the other parts of the creatures held firm, made sure the jiggling belly wasn’t too disturbed, making her plead and sigh and then simply moan in a staccato set by the creature.
Until she uttered Trevor in a breathless voice and repeated until a harder pace finally brought a release that made her hands and feet and everything cramp up for entire seconds.
Waking up from that seemed rather… difficult. And for a bit, Kitty just laid there, head likely spinning, breathing and holding her head.
She laid on her back, the weight pressing down on her. Until she had a clear thought: “And that… well… that was… more intense than I thought”
She let out one last breath, and with it, the belly disappeared – her stomach shrunk down and deflated and reformed into its original state, skin without even a blemish, waist trim and trained once more.
She sat up while the blue retreated from her body, pulling her bra back into place and moving the shirt back onto her shoulders, as much as it never fully fell off.
For a few seconds, she simply sat there with a deep blush, opening and closing her outh without any proper words forming.
With a frown, she finally settled on: “Well. It can expand and heal and give quite an impression and!”
Here she pointed between her legs: “It can form a dick. Gives you the proper feelings with it, too. Yeah. Very realistic feeling”
Then she shooed the thing off into the box.
With a somewhat unsure-seeming grin, she waved: “It’s certainly something”
He might have stopped writing a few minutes ago, despite the pages being filled.
His body was warm all over. Maybe his lower body especially.
Definitely needed a break.
He got up ad walked into the bathroom, let the cool water run and splashed it onto his face, then held his whole head under the spray, the hair gel dripping off with the rest of the water, clearing his head, cooling him down.
A deep breath, looking in the mirror.
The blush certainly came from the cold. Certainly.
Not from what he just saw.
Which possibly had him instead of the creature in it, in Richards imagination and-
Cold water never hurt anyone. Certainly helped a lot of people.
He hadn’t thought…
He hadn’t thought that Richard would… do that.
All vulnerable and falling apart and … not all smiles and teasing.
It certainly rubbed something in him in one way or another.
He opened a button of his shirt, rubbed his hair dry, placed the towel around his shoulder.
No gel anymore for the night, he’d go to bed soon anyway.
Trevor… felt a little better.
This was just a review for him. Nothing terrible. Something he even asked for. He could do this.
With another glass of water, he returned to the sofa.
Pencil in hand, breath calm and even. Suggestive themes were just that.
He pressed play.
The camera moved backwards from the familiar blue eye, zooming and keeping steady even in mid-flight.
It went backwards and revealed…
A lady.
It also revealed the same room they had before, the table and the couch, but most importantly, there was a lady.
“Hello again, to part two of this review,” she said, voice smoky and a little deeper than average.
Her smile was a lot softer than Richards.
“This time with your host ‘Kitty’”, she made a show of twirling around the skirt dutifully spinning, proving the lavish skirt very high-waisted.
When she stopped, the skirt was long and flexible enough to wrap completely around her.
“It’s still me, of course, it would be rather silly otherwise,” she half-shrugged – “But… I thought since the last part was very… ah… surprisingly effective… I thought I would try something different. It simply works a lot better with a female body – or easier”
She sat on the couch, down on the couch, the skirt forming a somewhat voluminour pillow around her, and rapped on the box: “I’d show off the abilities that are a little more difficult to achieve without it” for a second, she scrunched her nose, then pointed at the camera, “I want to make sure you know this is all your very own fault, being all soft and nostalgic. And I got someone to actually look in the bible-thing. It’s all your fault. And you can’t hold it against me”
She cleared her throat: “I mean you can, but it’s one of the best available ways to show the creature’s abilities. So… this time might get a little more silly than last time”
With a wink, she also stuck out her tongue a tiny bit. All in good fun.
In good fun and in a well-proportioned lady, hair wavy and full of volume, hips holding up her skirt rather well. Shirt did fit quite well. With three buttons open still… rather decent. A Metatron-cube rested between her collarbones, on a necklace.
Trevor focused on her face. Still the same blue eyes. Familiar. Yes.
The blue bindings around his wrists tied themselves to the other side of the table, keeping him secured on the surface.
It was a lot less careful. The circulation in is wrists will suffer. And, of course, several thin strands of blue did disappear in the back of his pants, causing a gasp. And a moment of clenched teeth.
After that, and a clearing of his throat, Richard wrapped his fingers around the edge of the table and grabbed. Good, secure grip: “Ah… well. This…”
He coughed, while his pants got pulled downwards, slowly exposing his behind. Which… involved a lot more wriggling than was strictly necessary, possibly.
“… a lot more… ah… common idea. Very popular,” he did grab the table a little harder in intervals, wrestling with his composure, “It picks up easily, what you find interesting. What might feel sexy to you, what might be – ah,” he shuddered, got the slightest bit disoriented, clenching his whole body “… ah… it… yeah it… would want to be able to… feed from you again. If you don’t decline the option. Which… which I don’t cause… cause demonstration,” there was the tiniest bit of sweat on his brow, making him squirm when another tendril joined.
Richard squirmed, letting his pants fall - in a rather undignified manner - to his ankles.
Somewhat undignified in general: being bend over the table, trousers held back only by his boots, being opened slowly, still very blindfolded. Alone with his thoughts.
“An angel ‘spearing’ a demon is… low hanging fruit… works well after orgasm, it does,” he wriggles toes and fingers.
“‘S just… a bit different, this… with you. Seems like I think,” he looked a little sheepish, even without his eyes being visible.
The blue spread over Richard’s back, pressing him on the table, kneading his muscles there. Causing a sigh, a very slow shudder, difficult to suppress, pinned on the table like that.
The massage continued, moans startled out of a willing body in a very compromised position.
He could barely move, putting him entirely on the receiving end of the treatment.
“Sss very pleasant,” he says, slightly slurred.
When the tendrils retreated, he sounded a little winded, taking rapid breaths, before they wrapped themselves into one thick, short tendril and re-entered in one stroke.
He made a keening noise, air once again gone, breathing and getting nothing.
The wriggling was replaced by thrusts now, slowly moving to set up a pace, the pressure on his back not relenting – as if it was leaning on him, gaining leverage.
There were clear goosebumps, his whole body somewhat prickly, blue ‘hands’ roaming over it and his voice. It was a lot more difficult to hold any noise back when his head was already pounding, adding up in pressure and sensations and confinement.
The buildup continued and raised until it was too much and his body gave up.
When he came it seemed a little helpless, hidden by the table and his legs, but releasing the tension in his body.
After rising it out, the creature lapped up all evidence, as before, changing colour and curling up into a more manageable form. Hands, legs and back freed.
Meanwhile… Richard breathed deeply and relaxed his somewhat hoarse throat. He also pulled his pants back up.
After a minute, he pointed at the approaching creature, said: “No, back home!” and it crawled back into the box.
He locked it again.
After he let out a breath between his teeth, he shoved the tie up into his hair, looking at the camera with a bit of a wobbly smile: “Ah. Yes. So, that’s part one. Where you… saw what happens when you go I with a fantasy that… gets a bit out of hand… in a.. well, in a good way, I did thoroughly enjoy myself. Certainly more relaxed”
HE took a deep breath: “Yeah. Ah. Imagining someone certainly gives an eytra-kick,” he turned the slightest bit pink.
“But… yes, I shall think of something even more… showy the next time. More abilities. See you in part two”
He waved and smiled.
Then the camera switched off.
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Only to switch on again, with ‘part 2’ written in the down right corner and Trevor pressed pause.
Richard sighed with the opening of his pants, a slight shudder running through him. His reaching hands immediately and more effectively – restrained over his head.
Not able to hide his body in any way, Richard at least pouted – a token protest: “No fair, not letting me touch. But accurate, unfortunately… at least I would assume s-”
Another hiss interrupted him, when the next button was opened and an appendage and slipped inside- Slipped and grabbed and liberated.
Dick stood to attention. Wrapped in blue and pressured in a seeming rhythm. Ricard breathed deliberately.
One of his legs still slipped from it’s angled position, scrambling to find a foothold. but giving up soon enough, breathing through the blue ministrations, his pants still in place.
It did – still – nothing to obscure the view.
Which was somewhat obscene, since something should. Like a hand. Or anything else, coaxing tiny noises from him, making Richard flush nor only in teased area, but also his chest and… ears.
Certainly not unaffected.
“S- ‘s somewhat… embarrassing… that,” his feet dragged over the fabric of the sofa, teeth clenched and trying to breath in a controlled fashion.
The blue mass spread partially over his body, he leaned his head back and breathed. One. Two. Keeping it together while his dick twitched – very noticeable since it was still on full display, no discernible movement to be made out around it, Richard writhed and tugged at the strings around his wrists uselessly.
“M… mh keeping the fantasy… ah-hh … to… myself. This time,” he looked really a bit stricken, and got pressed into the couch with a gasp.
Richard laid there, squirming, and everything moved just the slightest bit, he arched his hips upwards and-
Came with a shudder, an exhale. Trembling, changing the translucent blue into opalescent, obscuring the few properly.
I was almost more indecent.
He made a conscious effort to stretch his fingers, the indentation in his hands still visible.
A somewhat silent affair throughout.
More subtle.
Now, of course, Richard gasped for air, breathing harder than usual and trying to regain his composure.
He tried to wipe his brow with his wrist, but he was still bound, giving up soon enough.
“Aaand… just like that… ah… there… there is no mess,” he said, smirking.
And he was right, the opalescence was gone.
Unlike the ties around his hands. Wrists.
Richard took three more deep breathes, looking slightly puzzled when he noticed said remaining part of the creature.
Until he was pulled forward on the table, belly first.
Richard held his hand out to the blue blob, which crawled over and around is arm, growing in length and curling around it.
“As you can see, it does what I want it to do,” for emphasis, the creature wrapped itself up and down his arm, “This is not the slightest bit arousing and doesn’t feed the creature whatsoever, so… really, no gain. You can’t let it go unfed and in this place for too long or it will just… kind of fall asleep” It did get a bit slower, for show or for the indicated reasons was… unclear.
“It is much more active when you are in the mood to indulge it… and your thoughts go in the ‘right’ direction” The now worm-alike creature did perk up when Richard closed his eyes, relaxing. It slithered towards his throat.
“You can imagine anything, really. And the creature will try to facilitate the needed the motions to make it seem… real…” In fact, no choking occurred – the creature slipped under his tie and pulled, leaving a little colouring on Richard’s face and his body lifted just that little bit off the surface. The anchor for the pull was on the couch itself, thin contact-points to stabilise the motion, steady and strong – the creature was… sturdy.
“In this case… one could have imagined you to be… a little fed up with flirting, but never making the first step into anything more physical,” the tie unravelled from around his neck and he fell back onto the sofa, a lopsided grin on his face. The knot got pulled out of the fabric with a snap.
“Since I can’t really do that, it could happen and- ah?!” Richards eyes flipped open when the tie got wrapped around his head, used as a blindfold, momentarily making his hands jerk up to remove.
He relaxed after a moment: “… there are… adjustments, even if you imagine something. Fitting ones. Interesting ones” He ran his hand over his arm for emphasis, pointing “See? Goosebumps. Err… you... don’t like surprises, so… it would not happen” While he spoke, the blue strings secured the tie, pulled the knot straight, settled it sideways on Richard’s head, “I, on the other hand am… actually very fine with them, so…”
“Oh—” Again, “Ah… I… would have wanted you to… settle on my lap, so that… easily translates as well,” he laughed, the blue visible on his lap, apparently applying pressure.
“This might be more interesting to watch if I didn’t explain everything, mh?” he moved on the couch, wriggling to get more comfortable. “Ah… or not. Since it’s a review”
The blue strings traced down his throat and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, moving over his skin as soon as it was more visible: “Well. Since you… like I said, should take the initiative, undressing me is certainly part of the process, exploring as soon as the skin is available, of course I can always help-” he moved to the next buttons, speeding up the proce-
SLAP.
He pulled back.
There was a bit of pink around his nose, when he said: “Or… not letting me help is also a possibility, of course”
Blue strings traced along his throat, over his Adam’s apple, along his collar bones, exposing his chest and stomach a bit more with each button. His skin twitched when the blue moved lightly over his abdomen, making him bite his lip.
There was nothing to shield Richard’s body from view, seeing that the creature was translucent, spread so thin.
His shirt showed down his arms, inch by inch, until his hands were free, just to be caught by the wrists and held in place while…
“Ahahah,” the shirt was pulled out from under Richard, straightened and folded. To be then deposited on the table, “I… I even have to deal with accura-“
He pulled his legs up with a hiss: “Ah. Ah. Yes. Grinding is another thing I… imagined, it’s rather.. ah… poorly represented, not much substance, but my pants are getting tighter and-
This was the moment the first button of his pants popped open, too.
„I know you don’t want it, but you did want a review. So… here you go! It’s a two-parter!” The words rang in Trevor’s ear when he put down the heavily chained box on his living room table.
He narrowed his eyes at the offending thing. And then looked at the keychain holding the key.
It dangled.
Right next to a USB-stick. With, apparently, a two-part review…
…
… of a weirdly sentient sex-toy.
Because it might be ‘good for him’.
Why was Richard such a weird man.
Ricard still wanted to get in his pants, but instead gifted him a sex toy for… relaxation. Stress relief, he said.
It was especially odd because he seemed almost embarrassed when he handed over the key. The ‘almost’ only added since man was incapable of embarrassment.
Trevor stared at the stick again.
Well.
Richard can’t concentrate all that long, maybe he just needed to cut together the explanation of the damn thing. Maybe it needed… walks. Or a good brushing once in a while.
Weirder things can – have – happened.
Richard was a busy man. But had put in effort and time to… make this.
With a sigh, he got up and stuck the stick in his TV. How bad could it possible be, really.
Sitting down with pen and paper, Trevor pressed play.
Blue eyes blinked into the camera. Squinting, widening, suspiciously poking it.
With a resolute, final nod, he let the thing go and it flew away from him, showing four more buzzing cameras. Revolving a little around him before it settled somewhere in front of Richard, appearing in a dress-shirt, tie and cufflinks.
With the box. Possibly Richards box.
Fair enough.
He knocked on the box: “This… is our product for review today” He lifted the thing and turned it around: “Or, well. The inside of the box, naturally. It’s my own, very personal Frederik-produced lust-creature”
He put the box back down.
“And I did want to do this like a showman, but since the video is for you… I’ll try to keep the surprises to a minimum,” he said, smiling warmly.
“So, information first. What is in this box?” He still looked up like he awaited an answer, then continued, “It is a portal. A very small portal. To the cage the creature resides in.
“It is a creature somewhat related to a lust-beast, but not really thinking for itself. It only knows how to be hungry. And, well, the origin already gives you a very good idea what it is hungry for. It’s a fairly easy idea and it satisfied a surprising amount of people. But…”
Richard held up a finger and pointed smugly at the camera.
“… but that would be just a bad idea. Taking just a rampant little lust-beast wouldn’t be very personal now, would it. No, it also has a part of me inside of it. Which attunes it to my very being. And is very, very hungry for my sexual energy. And does exactly what I desire. After all, the energy is most delicious if I get exactly what I want
“Ah, but I see you now, shaking your head and scrunching your nose,” he did just that, possibly for emphasis, “ ‘You are a demon, telling me about this, there is certainly a trick behind it!’, you say, ‘You can’t trust this fiendish thing!’ “
His expression turned into an uppity frown: “For shame, I say, because this critter wants noting more than invoke pleasure!”
Then he shrugged, with a sigh: “But of course you are a little bit right. You should not take it out of it’s cage when you are not in the mood for anything ‘naughty’,” he did mimic the air-quotes, “Because it WILL be hungry. And while it will do what you want it to do, concentrating on what exactly you want it to do can become… difficult. It knows exactly what you need for an interesting, very arousing experience. Even if you are not entirely aware of it yourself. It will also play out fleeting fantasies, however embarrassing”
Once again, a finger got raised: “But again. You are in control. If you actually do not want the critter to continue, it will immediately back off. A strong thought is enough. You should test this a bit before trying it out properly. Oh, and if you realise it was actually rather enjoyable, of course it can resume any and all activities,” he whispered, aside, with an actual wink.
Visibly thinking, rubbing his chin, he played with the lock on his own box, then shrugged: “Right. Ethics. You probably think: Is this thing sentient? Aaaand the answer is: no. The only reason it’s reacting to anything at all is the bit of my… essence inside of it. Curtsy of a feather. It got merged with a lust-beast-‘base’ – you know Frederik - and got stuck a few abilities into it. The spark of ‘life’ is my feather. It only really reacts when I’m close. It’s kind of a really advanced machine. But it has no thoughts. No mind. Ethics are fine! For once
“What else, what else… mmmh… it’s not much to look at. A little formless. It can shift its form, though - can be soft or hard, can become bigger and smaller, lighter and heavier… it doesn’t eat... except, you know, the obvious… But it REALLY isn’t anything to look at, it only does what’s necessary to create stimulation, closing your eyes is your best bet”
“AH! I forgot the best part! You will love this! It cleans up after itself! Before you order it back into its cage, it takes all parts of itself and any mess you might have created into itself and shrink to it’s original miniature size! It’s very nice”
For a few more second, he sat and frowned, then flicked the lid of his box open, leaning back on… a lounge couch, apparently – the camera shifted accordingly.
“Aaaand… that’s it, I suppose! And… it’s been a long time, but… time to demonstrate!”
From the box, a pretty small mass of… blue appeared in the box, wobbly and inert, until Richard touched it.
A few careless button presses later, he put the phone away again. Likely having spent the 20 quid for the rice-chicken-plate.
Other things would have looked more appealing, but 20 was bad enough already.
He didn’t mean to be rude, after all.
Unlike the ‘love spells’ they had to translate.
“I forswear you, the great god and Anterotes and the one with a hawk head, and the seven stars, from the moment I put this tablet, may Sextilius, son of Dionysia, not sleep, may he burn in madness, may he not sleep, nor sit, nor speak, but bear in his mind me, Septima, daughter of Amoena; may he burn with love and longing for me, may the mind and heart of Sextilius, son of Dionysia, burn with love and longing for me, Septima, daughter of Amoena. And you, Abar, Barbarie, Eloe, Sabaoth, Pachnouphy, and Pythipemi, make Sextilius, son of Dionysia, unable to sleep, but burn with love and longing for me, may his spirit and heart, as well as all limbs of Sextilius’ body be consumed by love: if not, I will descend into the shrine of Osiris, open his grave and throw him, so that he is carried away by the current; because I am the great decan of the god, mighty god AXRAMMAXALALA!”
“I’d include that she wants to throw Osiris in a river. It’s not that clear. And it makes it weirder”
“What, are you a ‘decan of Axrammaxalala?” Putting strange love spells on people. In this case, simply asking to have sex, but it was strange nonetheless.
“… how did you even say that without putting your tongue in knots”
“Hebrew aaaall the way”
That earned Henoch a raised brow, but no words, just a little smirk. And head shake.
Why exactly did he become more nervous, when Raphael deems him… attractive?
….
Raphael just sex-zoned him.
That probably was the strange thing here.
He hadn’t even thought he was in the race. Or that there was a race. Or what the goal was.
But well… they would burn that bridge when they got to it.
… maybe he was a bit too nervous.
It might have shown when he jumped at the doorbell.
“Do get that, please, thank you”, Raphael said after a glance at his phone. And disappeared I an ominous direction.
Likely the bathroom. He said something about it.
The door rang again.
“Coming, coming!” Even if the delivery guy certainly didn’t hear him.
“When he opened the door, the dude was right in front of it. And held out a sizable package and two bags of food towards him: “Good appetite and have a good meal!” He said before he left. Maybe six kilo of food in Henochs grasp.
“Isn’t that a little much?” He called after the guy. Into the empty hallway.
Henoch brought the unwieldy package in and fished out the receipt.
The first item was his very own order.
And then… the receipt got long. And expensive.
He was still reading when the door opened in the background: “This isn’t all for us, right? I think they gave you the wrong order. There are seven desserts on here”
What even was a ‘barfi’? It didn’t sound healthy and-
“Ah, I think it’s just about right. Can you bring it to the couch table? The books shouldn’t get dirty”
Henoch’s head snapped over to the side. Not Raph’s voice.
Certainly not Raph’s body.
He – she?! – currently twirled her massive, white curls into a ponytail and looked over at him.
Raphael was… smaller now. And had… curves. Where there weren’t any before. Generous curves. He was a stickfigure, how did this even-?!
The pants were rolled up, and so were the sleeves, the now too long shirt was tied into a knot in front of her belly. The shirt had a cleavage now that it half-slipped off her shoulders. She wore a bra.
She was barefoot.
… that was not actually all that strange. But she did have darker skin?! How even? He was milk in person form. And now she had… she had proper, soft, dark skin.
She sighed and picked up the food in front of me: “I said you would like it. Still bring the last bad, please”
And… he… ah… might have liked to see her go to a different, until now undisclosed part of the flat.
Apparently, the ‘walk’ came with the package. Package of the body. Without a package.
The ponytail swaying in front of her back didn’t make it better.
This certainly was… a surprise. An interesting surprise.
Apparently, the curse didn’t work as an ugly-stick on him. Her Something.
They continued. Another two pages in - and another curse to crush enemies more – Henoch piped up again: “It’s our enemies, actually, not my, so at least they hated in unison”
Raphael’s nose bunny-crinkled some more, he scribbled some notes and looked at the original text, cross-referenced and then huffed: “You’re right”
Henoch had watched the whole process. He did his research and considered things before doing anything, so…
“… how did you get involved with the other kind of curses?” It was not often an actual curse was being flung. It was a bit like stabbing someone, after all. Not well appreciated.
Raphael stared at him for an uncomfortable amount of time, but when Henoch opened his mouth, Raphael said: “I wanted to stand up for my believes and the integrity of the medical field. Curses are ridiculous”
That was a full sentence. And exactly none of the string of words fit to the question. Huh. “… soooo… you… met people who… cursed others?”
“Curses should absolutely not exist. Especially not ones that change your body. It’s hard enough with medicine, you can not throw magic in the mix. It will mess your body up even more. It’s a delicate balance, your entire body, upsetting it would have catastrophic consequences” He looked entirely too miffed, really. And involved. These were several sentences. But he didn’t look at me.
“…” Henoch was not sure what to say, he didn’t see too much harm in magic? It… existed. And that’s just it. Life had to adjust to it. “… I don’t… disagree? You shouldn’t curse anyone. Like you shouldn’t stab anyone. Did… were you cursed, then? There are places that can find the caster and make them lift the curse, it’s a criminal offense, you can always-“
“No…” He interrupted, waving Henoch off, “Nono. I… it’s not…” Now he interrupted himself with a huff: “I cursed myself”
Henoch snorted.
He couldn’t help himself. Who cursed themselves, really.
“…ah. Sorry. Sorry, you… ah… that… that’s quite unusual, then. Ah. Was… was it your first curse? Did… ah… did it work?” What did you even ask, there. It was borderline-illegal in the best of cases.
He stared another uncomfortable amount of time, then grumbled: “Yes. It was my first curse. I researched the proper pronunciation, the meaning, the correct ingredients, the ‘emotional component’… did everything I was supposed to do in perfect order and documented it as well. So no one could accuse me of being… unprofessional. And then I filmed myself. Casting the curse”
This sound like the absolute worst idea imaginable. Truly, like an abysmal thing to do. So, naturally, I asked: “And?”
“There was absolutely no reason for this curse to work, it was entirely ridiculous. It could not be. It’s simply not something some words or a ‘spiritual connection’ could possibly do. Or some bogus ingredients and circles, no matter how strangely treated”
“And I suppose it worked.” Because they needed to get to the point at some time.
In the flattest tone imaginable he answered: “… yes”
He sounded very grouchy. But considering he did the most dumbass thing imaginable, succeeded and had to deal with the consequences, that’s probably… understandable: “Well, at least you could easily lift the curse” Take the good with the bad.
“… no,” he said. Proving that mixing anger into a flat tone can make it seem flatter.
“Oh.” When Raphael stayed silent, Henoch continued: “… still dealing with it?”
“… yes” The side-staring did not help.
The urge to lecture him about magical safety was… somewhat strong, but it probably wouldn’t help. Besides, he was no expert himself. Still probably better at it then him, so…
“Can I… help out?”
The bunny nose made another appearance, while he levelled a stare at me. There really was a lot of judgemental staring going on from the person that fucked up.
He also lifted a finger to give me a pause. He had to look at his chiming phone.
Is eyebrows shot up. And he groaned. Then continued: “Actually… yes. Yes, you could help me out. Would you sleep with me?” A short pause. “Please?”
One could say whatever one wanted… it was never boring to talk to Raphael. Slightly frazzled, he answered: “What. Now?!”
“No, after the sun set and the curse took effect. I assume you will be more likely to agree at this juncture as well,” he looked like this was all a mild annoyance. Not exactly the best prerequisites for… sex? Apparently? What?
“Ah… and… and why would that be? Mh?” This was… strange. And apparently curse related? What?
“Because my sex changes and I turn into an attractive woman. I need you to come inside of me to temporarily break the curse,” and apparently this was something he had no problem keeping eye contact.
Henoch took a breath. Sex with his study buddy. Turned into a woman. Huh. He could do casual sex. Ah. “… temporarily?” because, once again, what do you say to ‘in a few hours we’ll have sex’?
“Yes, unfortunately it only cures the condition for the day” He shrugged.
“Al… right. We… shall see how… things are then, right? Sundown, is it? That’s why you wanted to throw me out then?” He was being very reasonable, here!
“Mh, sure. I am certain you will like my appearance, though,” this was not something he had needed to comment on, but he continued, “And yes, I would have thrown you out, but my usual ‘cure’ just announced he had plans,” Raphael waved with his phone.
And then threw it over: “And now we better order some food. I haven’t eaten all day. You like didn’t either. Pick something, obviously my treat”
And with that, he went back to the books. And left him with an app. With expensive food.
… uh.
Hesitating, Henoch raised a hand to ask-
“Just order something, it’s good food. Won’t give you any stomach trouble”
That wasn’t-
…
He would take his time to choose. And… try to settle with the thought of sleeping with… a… not too friendly person? Friend?
