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There'd been a gleam in Muffet's compound eyes this morning as she promised to keep you busy; she certainly does move fast, you think as you look out the window. The very same trait that you don't appreciate at all about most spiders is most welcome in this case. Were human girls in that much demand, that she'd been able to book you that very night? Your taxi driver is a monster, which means he passes the intricate booby traps that ring the edges of each district with ease. It's the only uncomplicated thing about the arrangement. Human-driven taxis can't go to the monster districts, and Muffet warned you that being frequently picked up by a monster-driven taxi would open you up to harassment, so you had to take two taxis just to get to your destination. She'd laughed that affected laugh and patted you on the shoulder with one of her legs as she promised the money would be worth it.
You'd felt uneasy when you first drove through the monster districts to your interview with Muffet this morning, simply because of how dark it was. The floating city known as the surface looms immediately above both the five monster districts and the thick, low layer of clouds that constantly blocks the better part of the sunlight to the whole underground. The human part of New Ebott is gloomy enough, and humans consider the monster districts to be located in the underworld's least desirable real estate. You'd never been further than the border where the barriers and traps are located, and you found it hard to envision anything being able to live in this endless twilight. But once the car continued into the heart of the district, the twinkling lights edging the streets and outlining the buildings made the area look more cheerful than the run-down neighborhood where you live.
The hotel you arrive at is nice by human standards; when you pictured a monster hotel, you had envisioned something much more seedy. You didn't grow up with anti-monster prejudice, and when you encountered it, you rejected it. Still, the attitude most underworld humans have toward monsters must have affected your perception of how they live. You find the right door, your stomach in knots. You hesitate before you knock. You hadn't known what you were in for with Muffet, which had been a rather unpleasant surprise for an arachnophobe like yourself. This time, at least, you know what kind of monster your client will be, but you're not sure if that helps or not. Well, this is the best of a number of bad options... Almost six years ago, someone predicted that you'd wind up like this. You're grateful he'll never know he was right.
A skeleton monster opens the door. He's shaped like a barrel and wearing a pinstriped vest and pants, a shirt and a tie. His sleeves are pushed up to the elbow, revealing his arm bones. He's so short that your breasts are about at his eye level, although he's looking up rather pointedly at your face. His head is more rounded than a human's skull, and he's grinning, revealing that his canine teeth are more like fangs. His wide eye sockets are rendered slightly less forbidding by a cartoonish dot of light in each one.
Muffet had told you your client would be a skeleton monster. This made you feel better at the time, because you'd actually met one before and you felt like you knew what to expect. Still, now that you're facing him, you picture kissing his skull, touching his cold bones, having his knobby pelvis pressing down on you... and you start to feel creeped out. You hope your reaction doesn't show on your face, as you'd hate to start your career by offending your first client.
"heya. c'mon on in," he says. His default expression seems to be a wide grin, but the bone around his mouth moves as he talks. Is it... stretchy? You suppose you'll find out soon enough. The room is fairly nice, with gaudy pictures of wildly idealized surface gardens hung on the walls. He takes your coat and hat and hangs them up in the closet, although his own overcoat and suit jacket are tossed carelessly on the dresser. Without your coat, you feel exposed in a dress that you hope doesn't look too obviously homemade. You worked it up in a rush, but any imperfections should be overshadowed by how good it makes your breasts look. "name's sans. and it's..." He gives your assumed name. "right? thanks for coming by," he says, as if he hadn't effectively ordered you off a menu.
"A pleasure to meet you," you say, hoping that your smile seems genuine.
He looks you up and down quickly enough that you feel like you're being assessed rather than ogled.
* she intrigues me. have we done this before, and it was reset away? could be she's just my type.
Then he raises his eyebrows -- or rather, the ridge on his skull where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. "it's your first time, isn't it? doing this."
"Oh... What gave it away?" You look down at yourself, feeling self-conscious. Makeup not dramatic enough? Heels too short? Is a dress patterned with little birds and polka dots somehow not suitable for a call girl? The human taxi driver had leered at you, but the monster one barely seemed to notice you -- apparently scantily dressed female humans weren't appealing to every monster.
"nah, you look fine. it's not that. just... eh, lucky guess, let's say. as long as i'm making lucky guesses... suppose muffet gave you a test run?"
You nod. Muffet had required proof that you were able to sleep with a monster; she'd said that even openminded human women who were attracted by the money often found the reality of being with a monster too unsettling. It had been a memorable morning. Even after a shower, you could still smell traces of her faintly sweet magic on your skin, and you'd disguised it with vanilla perfume.
"so at least you've been with a monster before. and if she took ya on... starting to wonder what she meant, when she said she had something interesting for me."
"If I'm not what you were hoping for --" As if he was hoping for an inexperienced, money-grubbing human in homemade underwear.
"nah. i like interesting." There's a gleam in his eye - or his eye socket, you suppose. What the hell did you get yourself into? "so. need me to walk you through things?"
You nod. About the only part of this you know how to do is the sex, you think. But up until this morning, it's all been with humans. And how similar is a spider monster going to be to a skeleton monster?
"payment up front. don't ever let anyone talk you into taking it afterwards. 's over there." He nods to the dresser, where there's an envelope. You pick it up and slip it into your purse. He shakes his head. "count it. it's smart, not rude."
You open it, counting the bills and mentally translating your share into what percentage of your overdue bills they'll pay. You frown. There's more than you expected; is this some sort of test? You look over at him, saying "I think you've overpaid me."
"it's a tip."
"Is that... all right?"
"yep. over and above what you need to give to muffet. all yours."
You can't help but smile, and this time you mean it.
"That's very generous of you. Thank you."
He shrugs. "it's just money."
Just money, he says. Easy to say when you have it. The way he's throwing money around and what he's wearing point to his being a gangster. Muffet had mentioned that each of the five monster districts was controlled by a different gang or family, just like there were human gangs constantly fighting for control of the rest of New Ebott, and a large number of her regular clientele was connected to one or another of them. You glance again at the jacket on the dresser and spot the edge of a leather strap peeking out from underneath it -- a holster, you realize. Guns make you twitchy, and you look away quickly. He doesn't fight with magic? His suit is perfectly tailored, and you start to feel awkward about your own clothes. But nothing about what he's wearing seems to point to any particular gang affiliation -- no colored ribbons on his hat, and his accessories are all understated. Maybe the monster gangs didn't signify membership the same way that the human gangs do?
"with that taken care of... ya want a drink? might help calm your nerves."
A drink? Well, it's not like what you're doing isn't illegal to start with. Still, you were hoping you were doing a better job of hiding your anxiety. Accepting alcohol from a strange monster doesn't seem like a great idea, even a strange monster who's minutes away from seeing you naked. "No, thank you," you say.
"well, then. make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing to the bed. "keep your clothes on, though." He takes a hip flask from his pocket and takes a swig. You expect to see it go right through his body and soak his pants, cartoon-style, but nothing happens. You sit on the edge of the bed, feeling awkward as hell, and he joins you. "so. you might have slept with muffet, but odds are this is gonna be a different experience. if you're feeling uncomfortable about something, i want you to tell me. i'll always stop. we'll regroup, figure something else out. if sleeping with a skeleton turns out to be too much for ya, i'll call you a cab. pay's the same either way. suppose she also told you, i can't knock ya up, right?"
You nod.
"anything else you want to know?" You do have a question, but feel awkward about asking it. It must show on your face, because he grins. "s'all right. you won't offend me."
"I was wondering... can you feel it when I touch you?"
"ah. the skeleton thing is throwing you off?" He holds his hand out in front of him and studies it. It's not quite what you expected; the bones in the palm are mostly fused together, making it look more like a human's hand than a human skeleton's hand. All the little differences only make sense, you think, since he's a monster with the shape of a human skeleton, not an animated corpse. "they're not like human bones... i'll feel it. you can't break me, either, even if you tried. what else?"
"Have you been with a human before?"
He shrugs, but he looks amused. "i know what to do with ya."
Maybe it was a stupid question, you think. It's not as if he was surprised to see you waiting outside his door.
"That's all," you say. You figure you'll learn the rest as you go.
"right, then. one last thing... i don't want you to hang around once this is done. nothing personal."
"I understand," you say, nodding. Some clients paid for the sex, and some paid so that you'd go away afterwards; that was something Muffet had told you during the pillow talk that had ensued after you made her come so hard all eight of her legs had been twitching in a most distressing way. Evidently this guy was in the second category.
"well," he says, eyeing you. "i'm not gonna go easy on you. so you remember what i said, about telling me if you need to stop." This is it, then, you think. About to have sex with a skeleton for money. It's not what you expected to be doing with your life.
He puts his arms around you and crushes your body to his, pressing his mouth to your lips. He's so short that you have to angle your head down. He doesn't have lips, and the bone is smooth and surprisingly warm -- much more pleasant under your mouth than the chilly bones that you'd imagined. It must be because he's made out of magic, which is another bit of trivia you picked up from Muffet. Kissing you know how to do, and you link your arms around his neck and return the kiss. Without breaking the connection, you shift around so that you're straddling him. His tongue pushes into your mouth, searching out yours, and you catch your breath -- since when do skeletons have tongues? Magic tongue, probably, you tell yourself. Like magic bones. You decide to just go with whatever weirdness this turns into, because it can't possibly be stranger than fucking Muffet.
However he might be manifesting a tongue, he's kissing you almost exactly how you like to be kissed. Then he brings a hand to the top of your head, grabbing a section of your hair. You tense up, and he breaks off the kiss, looking up at you.
"you want me to pull, don't ya." His voice is almost unbearably smug.
"Yes," you admit in a whisper.
He tugs your hair sharply at the roots while he presses his other hand down on your lower back and continues to kiss you. Well. Now he's doing it exactly how you like it. You whimper, pressing yourself to him, and he pulls back, chuckling.
"i had a feeling you liked it rough too. wasn't wrong, was i."
"No," you answer, your scalp tingling.
He runs his hand through your hair as he starts to nuzzle and lick your neck. His other hand undoes the hook at the top of your dress, then finds the zipper and pulls it down your back. He takes the opportunity to feel you up, and you shift underneath his touch, pressing your ass into his hand. His tongue teases the sensitive skin at your neck, and he chuckles to himself. You grind down harder, your heart beating rapidly.
His unfamiliar body intimidates you, and you try to calm yourself. It's just a skeleton, you think. Everyone you've ever slept with has had one. He seems a little too smug about having the upper hand, and you start to push back. You layer kisses on his cheekbone and caress the back of his skull, loosening his necktie and undoing a button on his shirt so you can lightly touch his collarbone. It's hard to get used to the feeling of bone under your fingertips, and you wonder if he's getting anything out of your efforts. But his kisses become more intense on your neck and shoulder, and he slides his hand down to your thigh, slipping it underneath your skirt and pressing his palm on the bare skin above the top of your stocking. There's a sudden warmth there, and you feel as if the skin underneath his hand has suddenly become more sensitive. You tense up.
"what? ya weren't wondering when the magic part was going to kick in?" he whispers in your ear. "look."
You look down. A thin, shimmery blue haze seems to be surrounding his hand, swirling and settling on your skin. Where it touches you, it stimulates your skin, and you sway your hips, your eyes open wide. "It's... lovely," you say, starting to smile. Prettier, and more delicate, than the murky purple magic Muffet had applied to you earlier.
Muffet had told you that monsters' bodies were so different from those of humans that they didn't have genitals the way humans did; rather, they used their magic as well as their bodies to please themselves and their partners in bed. She'd went on to tell you that this was entirely unconnected to making babies -- then laughed at how your eyes lit up. She'd said that the two basic uses of magic in bed were spreading it out and using it to stimulate one's partner's body, or gathering it in one place and shaping it in different ways. How much magic could be used in this way or how well it could be shaped was dependent on innate magic ability and practice. Being a powerful and experienced monster herself, she'd shaped a stylized vulva, then a phallus shape, to demonstrate to you. It really had been a memorable morning. You wonder what this guy likes to do with his magic -- something about the way it feels on your skin makes you wonder if he's more powerful than Muffet.
"feels pretty good too, yeah?" he says, his expression satisfied. You swallow and nod. "now, let's just..." He takes the hems of your dress and slip in both hands and slides them up around your waist. You raise your arms, and he pulls both garments over your head in one quick motion, tossing them to the ground and leaving you in your underthings and heels. He narrows his eyes as he looks at your bra. "never did like these things," he grumbles as he reaches around you and undoes the fasteners. He slips that off, too, and the cold and arousal hardens your nipples. He regards you with satisfaction. "you've got great tits. on your back, girl."
You lay back on the bed, stretching and arching your back as you wonder what's coming next. He climbs on top of you, resting his weight on you and licking your breast, running his tongue around the nipple then stimulating it directly. One hand cups your other breast, and his magic surrounds it, heightening the intensity. You squirm underneath him, moaning softly, and reach for the buttons on his vest, undoing them slowly -- you hope that come across as feeling seductive, but it has more to do with nervousness. When you undo the last one, his tie drops down against your chest. He sits up, straddling your hips, and pulls off his tie and vest, tossing them on top of your dress, then leans back over you as you start unbuttoning his shirt, gradually exposing his sternum and rib cage. Finally, his shirt gapes open, fully revealing his bones. He sits back up, shrugging his suspenders over his shoulders, but pauses before taking off his shirt. "you okay so far?"
"I'm fine," you answer, nodding.
He grins. "just checking. i know this is a little weird for humans."
A little is understating it, you think as he takes off his shirt and throws it with the rest of the clothes. But you're also starting to feel curious about how his body works. Might as well go for it, you think as he leans back over you, and you reach out to his spine, lightly touching one of the knobbly vertebrae near his waist with your fingertips. He catches his breath -- or whatever, you think, since you're not seeing any lungs in there, but you're trying not to question any of this too much -- and caresses you with more intensity, trailing his hands up to your shoulders and holding them tightly. He returns to kissing your neck as you run your hands over each vertebrae, through the inside of his ribcage and right up to his neck. You have your whole forearm in his ribcage, now, and you feel tension in his body as he nibbles at your skin and presses his fingers even more strongly into your shoulders.
"god, that feels good," he gasps. That's my job now, you think, grinning. You circle one of his rib bones with your thumb and forefinger and slide your hand over it, making him shudder. While you explore the inside of his rib cage, you bring your other hand to the top of his pelvis, grabbing it as tightly as he's holding your shoulders. He bucks under your hands, and you feel your shoulders and chest light up with his magic. It feels fantastic, like you're being caressed all over. You can get used to this, you think. You start to undo the buttons on his pants, and he shifts off of you so he can remove them, pulling off his shoes and socks at the same time. He rejoins you, straddling you and looking down at you with what you think is curiosity. Okay, you think. Now you're in bed with a naked skeleton. It's quite a way to start your new career.
"last time i tried this, the gal could barely touch me," he says, his voice low. "but you're a natural, aren'tcha?"
You feel some sympathy for this girl, whoever she was, but that's hardly what he wants to hear. So you go for the positive. "I'm surprised you're so warm," you say in your darkest, breathiest voice. "And you feel so strong..."
You explore his pelvis with your hand, feeling the smooth bone. It moves under your hand, and he makes a low grunting noise, his finger bones pressing into your skin. "you really are getting into it. you dirty fucking human."
You gasp slightly and grind your hips into his pelvis. So he likes that kind of degrading talk, you think. So do you, although you've never heard 'human' used in this situation. Still, the hard edge in his voice means that he could call you just about anything and it'd turn you on.
His eyes widen, and he chuckles. "a little name-calling gets you going, huh? starting to see what muffet meant, calling ya interesting."
"You said you liked interesting," you remind him, pressing down on the back of his ribcage and letting your fingers slip from bone to bone.
"oh, there's no doubt about THAT," he says, bringing his hand to your scalp and winding your hair around his fingers, guiding your lips to his mouth for another deep kiss. He presses his other hand to your waist, bony fingers digging into your flesh and magic feathering up and down your side. You caress his shoulder bones and arms as you start to lose yourself in the kiss, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation of his bone pressing onto your lips, his tongue penetrating your mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and starts to press his mouth to your cheek, then your jaw. Without lips, it feels like you're being nuzzled, and you smile. He touches the apple of your cheek with his mouth and makes a low, satisfied noise. "god i love how soft you human women are."
"I've never felt anything like you," you reply, running your fingers lightly over his cheekbone. It's not precisely a compliment, but he's the one who essentially complimented you on being a human. He smiles, showing his rather interesting teeth, and you feel the bone move under your touch.
He returns to your neck, kissing and licking it as you caress his skull. "curious 'bout my teeth, aren't ya?" he says, amusement in his voice. "bet you're wondering what they'd feel like right about... here."
You feel a slight pressure at the base of your neck and gasp. "How'd you know?"
"lucky guess. shall i?"
"Please," you breathe, your body tensing up in anticipation. There's a sharp pain at your neck, and you yelp, wincing. He makes a low, satisfied sound as he presses his tongue over the area. Did he draw blood? No, you think he just nibbled at you. Your neck throbs, and you cling to him, whimpering.
"sensitive little thing, aren'tcha?" He makes a contented growl in the back of his throat. "i happen to like that." He looks down at you, a challenging look in his eyes. "now. let's see how interesting ya really are. on your knees, whore." He pushes himself up off of you and gestures to the floor by the bed.
You sit up and slide onto the floor, kneeling in front of him and looking up. He sits on the bed in front of you, reaching for your face and holding your jaw in his hand. He tilts your head up so you're looking into his wide, nearly blank eye sockets and studies you for a moment. You drop your gaze, and his hand tightens on your chin. "you've got a hell of a submissive streak, huh."
"You're on a roll, making all these lucky guesses."
He grins. "don't know if i'd even call that one a guess. now..." He places his hand at the base of his pelvis, cupping it as if holding an imaginary cock. The area starts to shimmer, and your eyes widen. You've seen the process with Muffet, but his cock is coming together more quickly than the one she created did. When he's done, he's holding a semi-transparent blue cock, about average size, already fully erect. "go on," he says, letting go and gesturing to it. "give ya a minute to get used to it before i start fucking that pretty mouth of yours."
You touch it tentatively with your finger tips, then wrap your hand around it, moving your wrist up and down. It seems more like a human cock than Muffet's; has he had more experience with what those actually feel like? Although it's clearly not flesh, it acts in a similar way, with a thinner, silky layer of magic sliding over a harder core. Somehow, it feels a lot more substantial than Muffet's. You can't help but be impressed with anyone who can create such a good cock out of sheer force of will, and you smile. When you look back up at him, his expression is curious. "well?"
"You're better at it than Muffet," you tell him. That wasn't the most complimentary thing you could have said, you think with chagrin, but he slaps his hand to his forehead and laughs.
"she was just testing you. i'm actually gonna use you. ready?"
"Not yet," you say. You bring your mouth to the tip, kissing it delicately. The head has a bit of give under your lips. You run your tongue from the tip to the base, lightly at first, then with the full surface of your tongue. You hold on to his leg bones tightly with both hands, starting to take the tip of his cock into your mouth.
He grabs a section of your hair near the scalp and pulls it sharply, guiding your head away. "didn't say i wanted a blowjob, bitch. said i was gonna fuck your mouth." He presses your head to his crotch, forcing his cock up against your lips. Your lips part and you open wide, breathing deeply through your nose as he starts to pull hard on your hair, using it to force your head up and down on his cock. Overwhelmed by pain, you can only go along with it at first, struggling to keep up. But as you get into it, you push back, stroking his leg bones and pelvis as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and suck even harder. "fuck. you really are a natural," he gasps, and you feel him relaxing, letting go of your hair and letting you service him.
You can't resist playing with him a little bit, and you ease up on the stimulation as soon as you sense that he's about to orgasm, bringing your lips back up to the tip of his cock and giving it a little kiss. You glance up at him, grinning impudently. He's leaning back, propped up on his arms, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. They snap open when he realizes you've paused, then narrow at the sight of your smile. "who the hell said you could do THAT?" he growls. He pushes your head back down to his cock, forcing it back into your mouth. "thinking you can tease me... i'm way out of your fucking league, girl." He gives your hair a sharp tug, for emphasis, and you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. You feel his other hand resting heavily on your shoulder as you start sucking hard on his cock again, and his magic spreads out over your back, but seems to stop when it reaches the waistband of your underwear. "fuck, you've still got those on. c'mere."
He releases you, the magic on your back vanishing, and you stop and look up. He lifts you up onto the bed, laying you flat on your back. He moved you as if you were nothing, you realize, and you feel nervous as you realize how strong he must actually be. Even though he said you couldn't break him, you still have an image of his bones as being delicate.
He pulls your underwear down off your legs, getting the loose fabric caught on your high heels. "these dang things... why do you human women insist on wearing 'em?" He slides them off of your feet and tosses them to the ground, leaving you in nothing but your stockings.
"They make our legs look good," you say, wiggling your toes.
He raises an eyebrow.
* you don't need the help, they're already LEG-endary. no... only works if you read it. sounds like crap out loud. legs like that ought to be il-LEG-al? repetitive. and still odd out loud. you're pulling my leg? uninspired.)
* the hell did that all come from? not only am i out of practice, she's gonna think i'm goofy if i start this shit.)
He flips you around onto your belly. You turn your head to the side, looking at him. He's sitting next to you, studying your body. His expression is troubled.
"Do you dislike them that much?"
The troubled look is quickly replaced by a grin, and he runs his hand down your back and onto your ass. "nah. but you're just tryin' to distract me by talking about shoes. 'cause ya know i oughta spank you, for screwing with me like that." Your body tenses, and you gasp. "but... you'd be too damn happy 'bout that for it to be a decent punishment. wouldn't you?"
You nod.
"say it."
"You're -- you're right..."
"thought so. so how'bout i'll just spank you for fun." He slaps his hand sharply on your ass, and you yelp and your body jumps. You hold onto the blanket, balling it up in your fists, and breathe deeply. With no flesh padding the bones, his fingers feel like whips. Tears come to your eyes as he spanks you again, and you whimper. He chuckles to himself as he puts his other hand on your back, holding you down. He strikes you a third time, then a fourth, your body tensing up each time. You cry out as you feel his hand on your ass a fifth time and his other hand pushes down on your back, leaving you feeling helpless and quivering with stimulation.
He slides one finger over your outer labia. "spread your legs for me," he orders. You part your legs and he runs his fingers over your vulva, making you cry out softly. "wow. can't believe how wet you are." He inserts a finger into your vulva, tracing it over your labia, pressing lightly on your lower back as your hips shift around in response to his touch. You feel his magic spreading over your vulva, covering and stimulating your clit, and you gasp, pushing your head into the mattress and holding tightly to the blanket. He inserts one, then two fingers into your cunt, finger-fucking you as his magic intensifies over your clit, moving in small circles over it. The ridges of his bones are hard against your vaginal walls, and you tighten your muscles around them, arching your back.
"Oh my God," you cry out. "That feels so good..."
You hear him laughing softly. "yeah? want me to keep going?"
"Please," you breathe. But the magic vanishes, and he withdraws his fingers, resting his hand on your ass and leaning over you. You whimper and move your ass under his hand, the skin sore where he spanked you.
"what a little whore you are," he says, and you can't decide if his tone is mocking or affectionate. "you showed up here thinking you'd grit your teeth through this whole thing. look at you now... i could make ya beg, couldn't i?"
You feel blood rising to your cheeks. You close your eyes, nodding.
"you mighta guessed by now... i like to hear you say it." You feel his magic spread through your cunt and cover your ass, tingling where he spanked you. You squirm, feeling light-headed with desire, and press your ass up against his hand.
"Please fuck me..."
"didn't forget my name, did'ja?"
"Sans...?"
"good. again."
"Please fuck me, Sans..."
"no."
You make a noise that could uncharitably be described as whiny, and he laughs. "and ya wanna know why?"
"Because I didn't finish you off when I had the chance?"
"nah. that turned out pretty well, yeah?" He traces a line on your ass, and you flinch -- he must have left a mark when he spanked you.
"Then... why?"
He turns you over and straddles your chest, leaning over you. He's grinning, and his gaze is intense as he whispers to you.
"'cause i wanna fill you with my cum, feel my magic sliding down your throat. it'll run in your blood, animate your body all night. you have NO idea how hot that feels."
You swallow. It does sound pretty hot. "Will I be able to feel it too?"
He raises his eyebrows. "huh... i'm not sure. i can try to activate it... if you like."
"Please," you whisper.
"then get to work," he whispers back. You prop yourself up, open your mouth for him and take his cock into your mouth while holding on to his pelvis. He holds your head to his crotch and starts to fuck your mouth with even more intensity than before, and you breathe carefully through your nose as you stimulate his shaft with your tongue and press your lips together.
"suck harder, you little bitch," he growls, and you obey. "ahh. good girl." You feel his magic spreading over your vulva, vibrating over your clit. It enters you, filling your vagina, and you gasp, sucking his cock harder. It doesn't feel like getting fucked, but it's enough sensation that you feel the tension rising in your body. You whimper and squirm as you attempt to keep your focus on pleasuring him, and you increase the intensity of your own caresses and the movement of your tongue and lips. His hand tightens on your hair and shoulders, and he grunts, his magic engulfing your clit and filling your cunt. "come for me, human," he orders, his dark voice rough and commanding. His magic moves quickly over your clit, as if he's rubbing the clitoral hood with it, and he looks down at you, his grin cruel.
And the tension in your body breaks and an orgasm crashes over you as he growls "that's right. that's right." You lose yourself in sensation, your vulva throbbing around the magic inside you, and he holds your head in place, his body rigid as he fills your mouth with his cum. It tastes different from what you're used to -- thinner and effervescent somehow, with a sharp, fresh taste faintly reminiscent of mint. You whimper as you lavish your tongue over his cock, letting your mouth fill with his cum, then swallow it.
His cock vanishes, as does the sensation in your cunt, and he releases you, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. What the hell? you think blankly. Must be a magic thing. He falls back on the bed next to you, his eyes closed, his bones rattling. You put your hand on his sternum, feeling what feels like a strong, quick drumbeat there, and he closes his bony hand over yours. The two of you lay together in silence for several minutes, recovering. The aftershocks from your orgasm rock your body periodically, and you whimper, while he seems to have shut down entirely. You think that he might even fall asleep, but instead he opens his eyes, looking over at you and grinning. "damn, girl. think you just blew my fucking mind."
"Yeah?" You smile, looking back over at him. Then you remember his orders from before you started, and start to feel awkward. You pull your hand away, saying "Well, I'll just be --"
"no. stay," he says, holding your hand tightly.
"Er..." He closes his eyes again, his expression blissful, but you try to pull your hand away. You can't move it, this time. "I really should..."
"where's the fire, sweetheart?"
"You told me --"
"ah. yeah. but..."
"Sorry... I just have a feeling I ought to listen to what you said when you were still in your right mind."
He laughs at that, releasing your hand. "fair enough. it's not the last time we'll be doing this, anyway." He opens his eyes, then turns to you and winks. "for now, i'll call ya a cab."
You climb out of bed, collecting your clothes and purse and retreating to the bathroom. Do you really feel his magic inside you? You picture it in your tummy, being carried through your body in your blood. No, you can't actually feel it, but you do have to admit that was the best orgasm you've ever had. From a skeleton monster. Who knew. You put yourself back together, straightening out the seams of your stockings, combing your hair and trying to bring some order back to your makeup. Not the last time, huh... The idea makes you smile.
When you come out of the bathroom, he's pulled on his pants and shirt and is sitting on the edge of the bed, having another drink from his flask. "took the liberty of padding your tip," he says, handing you a second envelope.
"Oh! You didn't have to --"
"least i can do," he says, shrugging.
* i thought nothing could make me forget about the anomaly except for some particularly potent drugs. a better tip really IS the least i can do.
You know you satisfied him, but it's nice to have financial confirmation of the fact. You throw your arms around his neck, and kiss his cheekbone. "yeah, yeah. don't spend it all in one place," he says, but he seems pleased. "thank you for tonight."
"Thank you," you say, feeling awkward as you tuck the envelope in your purse with the first one. "Say, about your magic... will I really be able to feel it?"
"give it a few hours," he answers, raising an eyebrow. "i'll try to activate it around ten."
"Well... I think my taxi's here."
"take care of yourself," he says, nodding.
When you're in bed that night, you feel him activate the magic in your blood. It lights up your body, sending a wave of erotic energy through you. Oh my God, you think, arching your back. Monsters can do that? Your hand slips almost involuntarily to your vulva and you get yourself off. There's a second wave of energy, lighter this time, as you lay back on your bed, entirely spent. It hits you just as an aftershock from your orgasm does, making your whole body tremble, and you whimper, savoring the sensation. Did he feel you orgasm? Is that why he activated the magic a second time?
Just how soon is he going to want to do this again?