so without further adu Smoother than Silk:
“Look, they got her a little.” I leaned forward in my seat. Even though Trixie was a huge dog, the bulls dwarfed her. The single horn on each of their heads was slender, but looked wickedly sharp.
“That's old.” Carol whispered, leaning back in her chair.
“Hush, and watch.” Trixie barked and herded and pushed and nudged at the
bulls. I hadn’t been excited
before, but this was amazing. A
small giggle passed my lips, and one of the bulls' huge heads swung around to
look at me, it was the leader. It
paused, the bellowed, whipping its huge head back around toward Trixie
scratching a deep red line into her golden fur. All four of us watching gasped, and chaos ensued.
The bulls bellowed together and thrashed, throwing Trixie
against the stalls walls and doors. She was gored more times and
scratched. It was a miracle she
wasn’t trampled. We all sat
stunned. The sounds she made were
the worst. I wanted to go grab her
but I couldn’t move. I could
barely follow Trixie's movement with my eyes.
Suddenly Carol stood and did what I wish I could have. She opened the stall and called to
Trixie who shot out of the stall like a bullet from a gun. Cliché, but true. Trixie went straight to a crate, which
looked to be made of some sort of reinforced metal bars. I wondered why she would do something
like that, but when the bulls tried to follow her I wished I could have fit in
the box with her. But somehow
Carol managed to keep them inside.
She had to be some kind of superhero.
The next moments were a blur. I heard a mix of sounds, and saw a mix of colors, but the
next things I was really aware of were Trixie's whimpers next to my cheek and
Carol's hand on my shoulder blade.
The other two were gone. I
didn't mind. I didn't really know
them some random cousins of Grey.
The bulls were quiet; Carol had somehow gotten them into
their separate corrals.
“You okay?” She asked, I nodded. Trixie licked the fingers I draped through the bars of the
crate. “You want to help me with the next bit?” I shrugged and stood. I wiped my hands on my pants. I was a bit dazed. I really hoped Trixie would be okay,
but Carol didn’t seem too worried.
Carol pulled another large crate from the stall we were
sitting in. It held small black
and red rocks. She nodded to another
crate further back covered with a dark cloth.
“Those are fire iguanas, very poisonous, but they like to
help us. They put a leg in the box
and release some venom, we put the bull's leg in the box and they get punished. Con on we've got to do it fast or it
doesn't work as well.”
The iguanas were huge and stocky, but very complacent. One by one thy placed their right front
foot into the box then filed back into their crate. It was very uncanny, but then again lots of things about
this now life were strange and uncanny, like unicorn bulls, and well,
everything else. The worst thing
about the iguanas, though, was their eyes, there were almost human, but that
wasn’t it, it was more than that.
There was definitely someone home, and yet they were going to sit in
that crate for who knew how long.
Carol turned to take the box of poison to the bulls and I
discretely brushed my hand over the head of the last iguana. It was warm to the touch. On of the warmest and softest things I
had ever touched, nothing like the scaly cool skin I had been expecting. So so soft. I touched my hand to my lips trying to preserve the feeling.
Softer than velvet. It was
how Haley had described first touching her boyfriends dick. Softer than velvet. I shook my head. Gross. That’s how I had ended up at the barn at 7:30 am on a
Saturday morning anyway. To avoid
Grey's penis. What a douche- what
a gorgeous douche. But was he
really, a douche, he had been pretty nice to me, and he was so pretty-
“Alex! What are you doing, come here and help me carry!” I
turned my head, oops. I stood, my
fingers still against my lips, tingling slightly
Softer than velvet.
The tingle didn’t fade. In fact it seemed to get stronger. I couldn’t seem to sit still at breakfast, I tore my
croissant into tiny pieces and picked at the pulp in my orange juice, but worst
of all, each time I crossed and uncrossed my legs I somehow brushed against
Grey's legs. Each time his eyes
would seek mine until he caught them.
Grey's eyes were his most dangerous features. They were the one that made me most
want to give in to temptation. The
one I pictured looking up into as he thrust into me from above, my nails
digging into his sweat slicked back as I gasped for breath- wait, what, I'd
never thought that before, what was going on? I focused on separating my
croissant pieces into layers, and then crossed my legs, this time to fidgety
and to readjust the suddenly hard flesh between my legs.
“Alex, you seem flushed, are you okay?” I blushed more and
eagerly assured my soon to be mother in law I was quite alright. Carol looked at me suspiciously. I tore another bit of my croissant and
pulled my legs under me on my chair. No chance of accidental footsie now.
I made my self eat, and be still. I avoided looks from all at the table and got lost in my
thoughts:
Trixie running from the stall, blood dripping through her
golden fur.
The bulls with single horns, their horns making their
shadows look like fat unicorns. They looked magic, especially at night,
everything here seemed magical at night.
The rose garden, the bulls, even Grey and all his family, the house,
especially when I wandered through waiting for everyone to fall asleep.
Haley. How much
I missed her.
Softer than velvet, smoother than silk.
How fast everything had changed
Grey
How bad would it be to give in? To let him- take me, would
it hurt? Well I knew it would hurt, how bad would it hurt, would I still be me?
Would I ever be able to go home?
Would home ever be home again?
Chocolate brown eyes flecked with gold, darkened with lust,
no love, looking down at me-
That first night, how Grey had lit all those candles, had
made up the bed with white silk sheets, the champagne and chocolate. How he knew sour patch kids were my
favorite candy and how he had them there in a cut glass bowl on the
nightstand. How I had cried. All
the names I had called him, how patient he had been with me, how patient he was
still being. Four weeks he had slept on the floor, three weeks I had built a
pillow wall between us and now, with me slipping in and out of bed when he was
asleep, the names I still called him.
How I wanted this to be over.
How afraid I was to give up.
“Alex” I looked up.
Everyone had left the table, only Grey and I remained. “I don’t want to pressure you, I’ve
tried to be patient-” he looked pained, his pupils were huge. I was still hard. I realized I really really wanted
something inside me. Odd, I'd
never felt that way before. Hell a
little over three months ago I'd thought I was straighter than a ruler. “But
the elders want a date, one before the end of the month.”
The feeling faded, I didn’t like being scheduled.
“But that's in like 10 days.” Articulate as always.
“Yes I know,” Of course he knew “But, Alex, it's been
months, that's unheard of.” he leaned forward across the table.
“But 10 days is really short! I really don't-”
“Alex, I can feel how much you want me, smell it,” he
blinked “what have you been doing? I’ve never felt that from you before-” His
voice got lower, almost a growl.
His hand brushed my knee, I was sitting on my heels and couldn’t move, I
felt trapped.
“Watching the unicorn bulls,” I breathed, completely
entranced “they almost killed Trixie, I think it was my fault.” One of my hands
slipped to palm my hardness, the other reached for Grey's cheek. I swallowed hard. How was this happening all the sudden,
so fast. I had held out for weeks
now over breakfast I suddenly didn’t have any control? I didn’t even like Grey. I didn’t even know him.
“I want to be ready.” I whispered, “but I don’t want, I
don’t want, I don’t want people to know when- that I've-” I pause not sure what
I am trying to say. “This is like
an arranged marriage you know, actually this is exactly what this is. I didn’t even know you, then I’m told I
was promised- I’m 22, I thought I got to make my own choices you know?” I don’t know what I am saying, He knows
more about what is going on than I do.
I wish I had just gone through with it on the first night. Now that I’ve waited it's become this
big issue around the house, and even in this, whatever it is, secret creepy
society, alternative reality whatever.
The Kid that Won't Put Out.
I bet that will be in the papers when I finally give it up. And that's
exactly what I don’t want. That
why I’m still a fucking virgin.
Because I just ever wanted anyone to know anything about my sex life,
solution, don’t have one.
I sniffle. Like
a little bitch I’m going to cry.
Even worse would be if dad could see “his little fag” now. That's what he'd said when I’d been
dragged off. When they'd told him
about Grey.
“Always knew he'd turn out to b e a fairy. Goodbye little fag.” I'd always thought
he'd liked me. Never knew he was a
homophone either. But then again
I'd never thought of myself as gay so, guess I was guess I was clueless on all
parts.
“Alex are you okay?” God, could I focus for 10 minutes
today?
“I guess. Wish
I’d let you fuck me first thing's all.” I mumbled. I didn’t think I could blush any more without passing
out. When I glance up Grey looked
pissed. Great. Now what?
“I don’t want to do- that- to you. You are to be mine forever. You are a gift.
Something special.” He stood and left before I could object to being
called a gift and being referred to as a 'something'. As days went today was even more fucked than most I had
spent in this huge house, and it was still before 10am.
I stood on legs that had long since fallen asleep and
trudged to the bathroom to shower.
The warm water reminded me of the tingle that still spread
through y body. I gently stroked
my hands down my body to the part of me that wanted their touch the most, it
quickly became apparent a gentle touch was not going to be enough. I slicked my fingers with rosemary mint
shampoo and slid on into my hole.
The cold tingle was startling, but still not quite enough. I groaned in frustration. I knelt on the shower floor not wanting
to slip on the suds and be found unconscious in such a compromising position
and added a finger, better. I gasped, my hips thrust back against my hand
involuntarily, but this forced my hand back too. I needed something sturdier. Someone sturdier.
I was almost crying with need.
I scraped my thighs with my other hand and tried to inch my finger into
my channel to reach my hidden trigger point, but I couldn't I was too tight,
the angle was too awkward. I lay
on the floor of the shower and sobbed, hips jerking spasmodically, one hand
still fisting my shaft the other trying to find that magical button deep
inside, nothing would scratch the itch.
Slowly the water began to cool.
Even a house this large had a limited supply of hot water.
I think I fell asleep, I think because I never would have
imagined it would be possible to fall asleep while that uncomfortable, but
somehow I found myself waking up freezing. I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a microfiber
robe. I shivered and crawled into
bed. It smelled like Grey, but I
was too tired and cold to care.
For the moment the tingle was banished, I hoped I could restart the day
on a better note.
There was something deliciously warm against my cheek,
against my chest, brushing against my hair, between my knees. I felt safe and warm, cradled. Rested. I hadn't slept well in weeks and here I was-
My eyes snapped open.
Grey. I was sleeping on
Grey. Drooling on him too. I tried to discretely wipe my cheek and
his shoulder.
“You were shivering.” Fuck, he was awake too.
“Mmm” I said, I usually woke suddenly, but Grey didn't have
to know that.
“Alex, why were you in the shower for 2 hours?” Fuck, no
such luck on the second waking thing.
“Mmm” I said again, and turned over. Unfortunately Grey was not fooled.
“Alex, talk to me.
Something's up with you today, are you sick?” I sat up and pushed my
hair back from my face, it was time for a cut.
“I think I maybe touched an iguana.”
“So?”
“One of Carol's special ones” I added. I couldn’t look at him. What sort of idiot touches something
they know is poison? This one apparently.
“You think you touched one, or you did?” Great now he
sounded concerned. I had hoped for
some reassurance that they weren’t really that bad for people, just unicorn
cows.
“Well- I petted its head, but just for a sec. And I feel fine now.”
“Alex, “ I looked away “Alex” he took my chin in his hand
and make me look at him, “you really, really should ask Carol what you should
do.”
Grey's eyes should have been illegal they were so
beautifully perfect. He smelled
perfect too. I leaned into his
hand.
“Good idea.” Grey exhaled. Even his breath smelled perfect. I leaned in more and licked his bottom lip. He tasted- perfect. He gasped and let go of my face. I crawled across his legs to straddle
his hips ignoring the fact that I wore only and unbelted robe and he only wore
some very brief silk boxers, even better.
I had to have more. I
sucked his bottom lip, nibbled the corners. I tickled his sides and ground my bare skin against his silk
covered length
Smoother than silk,
softer than velvet.
I couldn’t wait.
I pushed him back against the headboard, he gasped and I licked the roof
of his mouth. More perfect. I was filled with urgency. I wanted everything now, worse
than the shower. I didn’t know if
I would survive if he said no. So
he couldn’t talk. I ground myself
harder against him. If felt good,
almost too good, but I needed more.
I was whimpering half formed please. Grey was saying something as I kissed my way from his mouth
to his ear to his neck, but I couldn’t listen. I was dripping, I would feel the slick liquid sliding down
my thighs, my hole was twitching, I could feel the air trying to get in. I had never wanted something as I
wanted Grey inside me now. I felt
so open already, like he would slide right in, quiet the tingl8ing. I didn’t even really want to cum, I
just wanted to be calm.
I kissed my way down Grey's golden chest, down his perfect
abs, flexing with every twirl of my tongue, again he was talking, but I was too
focused on my goal to pay any attention to his words.
His hand threaded through my hair, sweat making them
sticky. He griped hard and some
strands came out as I continued toward my prize. If felt perfect.
My breathing was harsh, but every labored inhale brought with it the
must of Grey's arousal; soon, soon I would be okay.
Grey's boxers were gray. I smiled briefly in my head before I reached for my
prize. It was beautiful. Red and angry, throbbing and hot. It was bigger than what I had imagined,
a lot bigger than me. I had a
sudden flash of fear, what if it broke me> But the need was too great for me
to dwell too long, who cared if it did, I would still feel better, and it was
beautiful, perfect.
I licked it.
Sweet and salty and perfect and Grey. A chill raced up my spine followed closely by a rush of heat
I thought I was going to pass out.
It was too much; I took another lick, so perfect. It really was smoother than silk,
softer than velvet. But so, so
hard. I opened my mouth as wide as
I could and took it in. I was
lost. How could anyone function in
society after they had tried this? It was so-
Grey yelled something.
Forced my head up, away from him, shook me, made me focus.
Those eyes.
“Alex!” I panted at him. One of his thumbs brushed over my lips, I licked it, almost
as perfect as- he shook me again.
“Alex! You have to stop!” Stop? I knew that word. I couldn’t stop, I had to, I couldn't
the itch was still there- tears gathered in my eyes.
“Please please please it hurts please I have to let me
please” I begged, I reached for him again.
“Alex! This isn't you, you'll hate me!” now Grey looked
close to tears. I didn’t want him
to be sad but I couldn’t- I was so close, I had to- I choked on my sobs, when
Grey let go of my hair I immediately went back to worshiping the beauty that
was his cock. I couldn’t let it
go. He couldn’t pull me away again
though he tried. But even as
perfect as Grey tasted and felt in my mouth, the tingle still worsened. I lifted my head.
“In me now.” I was amazed how calm I sounded. How in control. I didn’t feel either, my hips flexed,
my thighs trembled, my hole twitched.
Grey looked conflicted. “Please”
I added.
“I don’t have any lube, Christ, Alex you're a virgin, I
can't just-” I flipped onto my back and opened my legs.
“I need it, it hurts with you outside, please, please!”
Tears were gathering in my eyes again, I was so close, he couldn’t say no
now. I closed my eyes so the brush
of stubble and the smooth wet stroke of tongue on my tightly furled hole were a
surprise. I howled. Grey held my hips in a vice grip and
licked all around my ole. I
thought I was going to die. I
could feel tiny fibers in my hips tearing as I strained against Grey's hands to
get closer. Black spots danced in
front of my eyes. I would have screamed
but I couldn’t breathe. My lungs
burned with the effort of getting enough air to keep from passing out. When Grey finally entered me with his
tongue my whole body bowed off the bed.
My nails were broken and bleeding from clawing at the bed and headboard
but the sting was lost in the need to have Grey in me.
“Now now now!”
I chanted with each labored exhalation, and finally, finally Grey
crawled over me and sank down onto elbows looking into my eyes.
“A precious gift,” he whispered, and kissed me. One hand disappeared to guide his
formidable member into me but the other stroked my sweat soaked hair from my
face.
“Relax sweet Alex,” he whispered, “breathe out” when I did
the head slipped in and every muscle in my body seized up. Dear God it hurt. Tears streamed from my face, but I
already felt calmer. When I could
breathe I realized it was a good hurt and deep, deep stretch, but nothing was
damaged. I opened my eyes and saw
Grey had tears in his own beautiful, perfect eyes.
“I promised myself I wouldn't hurt you.” He whispered when
he saw the question in mine. He
trembled but did nothing to hide his tears from me. Already the burn was fading. I brushed water away from his cheeks leaving a steak of my
blood on his cheek.
“It was worse before, this is relief,” a strange emotion
flashed through his liquid eyes, but it was gone before I could identify it.
I wiggled a bit, it still hurt, but the tingle was worse
than the pain.
“Deeper please.” Grey obliged me. It felt like he was pushing my hips out of joint and my
organs out my mouth, but it was the most perfect feeling in the world. When he whispered he was all the way
in, I felt like the most treasured thing in the whole world, so intense was the
admiration in his voice.
“No one has ever done that for me before,” he whispered.
“Me either,” I whispered back. He laughed and I blushed when I realized what I had
said. I always sounded more stupid
out loud than I did in my head.
Why was that?
“I never want to leave your body,” Grey added, still
whispering, I nodded. It felt too
perfect for more words. Why had I
waited 22 years for this?
Grey began to rock gently back and forth, cradling my head
and back in his huge hands. It
would have been soothing if it hadn’t been the most stimulating, intense thing
I had ever felt. Every time he
shifted he brushed every sensitive part inside and outside of me, sending
sparks of pleasure all over my body.
It was too intense to feel good really, but all the same I wouldn’t have
traded it for the world.
I came suddenly.
I had forgotten completely about orgasms. I was feeling safe and perfect and completely over
stimulated and suddenly liquid heat broke over my me and drenched me, leaving
our chest dotted with streams of my cum.
My orgasm lasted longer than any other I had experienced, and longer
than my ejaculation, long after the streams of liquid stopped muscled in my
whole body contracted in slow waves leaving me breathless and exhausted.
I lay against the pillows, completely limp and sated as
Grey's thrusts became erratic and he flooded me. The warm torrent caused one
more long drawn out spasm in my channel, leaving me completely unable to
move. Grey sighed contentedly and
rolled so I sprawled across his chest, still connected. I embarrassed myself yet again by
breaking into sobs. Grey hummed
and petted my hair. For the third
time I fell asleep to begin the day anew.
“I thought you might be hungry” the noodles and veggies on
the trey looked and smelled delicious.
I'd eaten half before I’d stopped to think. Oh my God.
What had I done?
“Grey-” I began.
“Alex there's nothing to be-
“Grey I was screaming! Everyone will have heard!” Never mind
what I had done, oh my God, how was I supposed to eat when I'd had Grey's- well-
in my mouth. I looked down at the noodles; they suddenly didn’t seem as
good. I became aware of the wicked
assortment of ached and pains. And
worst of all the dull tickle deep inside-
“Alex, really they understand, its and natural part of
life. They will be happy for us-”
I scrambled out of bed, my hips hurt, really hurt really hurt, almost as much
as- I could feel my cheeks flaming. Flaming. I banged open the closet. The
Closet.
I felt a trickle down my leg, milky white, just a bit
viscous- ew ew ew ew. I stood as
still as I could and clenched my cheeks together as hard as I could. Damn that hurt. Everything hurt.
“Alex?” He sounded hurt. Well I hurt. I
had to find some fucking clothes.
I pulled on some blue boxers that probably weren’t mine and some jeans,
but I couldn’t do the zipper with my destroyed fingernails. Why had he let me do that to myself? I
threw them down and suppressed and shriek. Now was not the time for a temper tantrum. I grabbed some sweats and a tee and
stomped out of the room. Time to
find Carol. Maybe she could find
some way to fix this.
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