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.
‚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.
Kitty slowly ground her hips down on him, biting her lower lip and deeply enjoying just the feeling of him.
While he concentrated on feeling up her breasts. His hands were just the right size to support and squeeze them perfectly. It was great.
She turned her head backwards to kiss him: “Always a pleasure,” she leaned a bit further against his chest: “But do try, mh?”
“I don’t want to… hurt you!” His hips were jerking without his permission.
She kissed him again and wriggled on him: “I don’t think you holiness is quite as strong in the position you are in right… right now… especially with your intentions.
He looked to the side and… heated his dick inside of her.
It was… mindblowing.
In the sense that she was white for a moment. And came on the spot, movement stilled, except for her insides.
Her legs felt like pins and needles.
And Trevor was… very puzzled.
“So,,, that… that did it for you? Yes?” He was clearly not finished himself. But a kiss and a bit of use from her own array of abilities took care of that.
While he was still shivering and groaning, she kissed his cheek: “Very much so”
Maybe spying in the ice hell for so long had not been that healthy for her.
