We were tumbling through moonlight, the forest rolling beneath us in waves. Xar's dress, layers of black lace, twirled around her, and she turned to face me, now flying backwards. Our bodies grew closer and closer mid-air, until I was brought in tight, straddled across her hips, "There she is."
My hands went to her shoulders. Her skin was cold and thick like polished leather, mottled orange and blue. The colors moved, changed, I wasn't sure if they meant anything.
"Yes Master, would you like to-" she interrupted me, "I'm turning off the brain-o-vision.", and wrapped her arms around me, cupping my ass, "You can think whatever you like, I won't hear it. I don't want you holding back."
What-Why?
"I don't mind Master," I leaned my chest into her, my still-damp ruffled blouse chill, her eye, the size of a cantaloupe, rested closed against my sternum, "I have nothing to hide from you."
"Honestly? It's more fun this way, not knowing," her voice had no breath, it was pure vibration rumbling into my tits.
"Hah- If that's what you want Master, of-course," I ground my ass down into her palms.
"You trust me?" she asked.
I nodded, "Yes Master."
"Tell me when to stop," Her glowing blue eyestalk, the source of my lift, rolled off in another direction.
Did I bore it?
I was no longer weightless, held aloft solely by her strength. We had to be a mile above the ground. I wasn't afraid, but my world started to turn, I felt like I was tumbling, clutching to her, "Master..."
She was quiet, didn't let go. I pressed tight against her and closed my eyes. She was as cool as the night wind, her chest had no rise, no fall. It was grasping air, like plummeting, "Hah-hah-ha-"
"Ride it out," she said, words rumbling through me.
Just trust her. You're safe. You're safe. Do I want to quit? This is what it means to be hers. This is what you want.
I felt like I was upside down, the wind pulling me back and forth.
God why can't I-
"Please-" my lip trembled. That soft light glowed behind my eyelids and the world stopped turning.
"I'm so sorry," I crumpled around her, thighs shaking, the sky dragging tears sideways across my cheeks.
"Just ride it out," her arms tightened around me, not an Oni's iron grip, but a compression, "You weren't meant to fly, you're becoming something more, that takes time."
I'm not worth this. She's wasting her time.
I wish she could hear me.
She was immovable, a buoy to cling to, eye shut between my breasts, head rocking back and forth. My chin rested on a bed of slowly undulating stalks.
The treetops below formed a sheet of shifting silk, draped as far as I could see.
"Huh-hu...Master?"
"Yes?"
"May I please, try again?" I shifted my arms around her back, hunching to her tight.
"Not if it's for me."
It's not.
"It's not."
Her hands came in, and pushed against my shoulders, setting me up straight, as she dropped back horizontal. My thighs wrapped her hips, hooking back up between her legs. I was still in her blue light, floating, perched atop her, "Haa-"
My hands sat on her stomach; rough hide wrapped in soft lace. The dress dissolved into her skin like it had never been real, just goosebumps. Her skin pressed flush to my naked bottom, "Are you ready?"
Her breasts hung parted, mottled patterns of orange and blue rippling across them, peaking at nipples that looked like they had no give.
I squeezed tighter with my thighs, my calves, my cunt, "I am."
The blue light pulled up like a curtain, dropping my legs and hips first. There, her mound, mashed right against my entrance, "mm..."
As it continued to creep, the weight of my body drove me harder onto her.
I began to feel the world below again, the whipping wind. She placed her hands on my knees. My hands trembled on her stomach.
I didn't close my eyes. I watched the forest warp and tumble, my hips shifting involuntarily, trying to keep balance.
Xar's moon-sliver grin widened, "You've got this bitch."
I do.
"You make the land bend for you," her hands pulled away and went wide, fingers splayed, and her head went back.
I was slick, letting my wiggle on her mound ground me, "Okay-" I fought the magnetism of her stomach and pulled up my hands, a small bloom of orange spreading in each finger's wake.
"There you go. Now tits out."
Tits out?
"Just do it. For me."
"Yes Master."
My hands stopped trembling, my shoulders peeled back, back arched, and I yanked my blouse down around the curves of my breasts, offering myself for inspection. The wind bit my nipples. I bit my lip.
Her hand came to my mouth, dragged that lip from my teeth, holding it in a pinch, "Who's my good little slut?"
"Is it me?" I said, nuzzling my jaw toward her hand, "Do you want to use me?"
She let me slip her thumb into my mouth, onto my tongue-cushion. I tucked it in tight and suckled, waiting for her response.
She was beaming.
"Pleathe Masther, I wan-to know." I pushed my chest out further, rocking my pussy against her.
"Oh? You want to be my good little slut?" Her gremlin voice was dripping.
I do. I do!
"Yeth-pleathe-mmm!" I said, fellating her thumb, pushing hard against its knuckle with my lips, letting it stretch me with each pass.
"I don't know, it's not an easy job-" her other hand was toying with her nipple, sending tie-dye rings of color radiating across her chest.
Pop! "I want it Master!"
"Maybe some sort of internship, see if you're up to the task..." her fingers left her nipple, trailing down to where our slicks met, "...start you off slow..."
"I'll do my best!", I said, rocking side to side, tightening my pigtails.
She lifted my skirt, white light filtered from underneath, I still wanted to know the source. Then she pushed against my mound, I took in rough breath and scooted for her, inching back onto her thighs.
Her hand cupped, right above her clit, and she dragged it up. A cock the width of a deodorant can sprung forth beneath it, "I think we'll give you ten percent power. You've still got to work tomorrow."
Give me twenty, let me break on it.
Her grip topped off, releasing a mushroom tip the size of one of those candy store jawbreakers that always went unfinished, drenched in spit and discarded.
"Thank you, Master!" I wagged my tits back and forth, "Do you want me to put it in my pussy?"
"I don't know, can you?" Xar's prehensile tongue left her mouth, almost forming a question-mark.
"Ha-" My eyes were always bigger than my snatch...
I don't know.It is fucking big.
"I would like to try, with Master's permission..." I set my palms back on her stomach.
How do I even position myself?
"Granted," her blue light flashed, dragging me up off of her legs, then back down, knees on her stomach, hands on her tits, pussy dripping over her gut-destroyer, "now stuff it in there."
"Yes Ma'am," I whispered, and lowered my 'good little slut' hole onto her tip, "huh-huh-"
It's so much.
I wanted cock. This. This was a lot of cock. Bura's was intimidating, but I wasn't expected to put it inside. This didn't fit, didn't want to fit. It wanted me to change, and I wanted it to change me.
"Nnnng..." my stretch was already pulled taut, working the upper third of her tip. I angled my hips around it, trying to slick it up as best I could.
"Need me to drop it to five?" Xar asked, eye shut, nibbling at her lip with pointed teeth.
No!
"Please... don't Master," my back was cramping, my hole screaming, "just, let-me..." I lifted my wobbly left leg from her stomach, strained, and hooked my heel on her hip. then, walking myself back with my hands, the other leg came into place. A gust of wind sent me shaking. Her cock was still in place, tip barely pushed into me.
Relax.
The world was trying to roll again. My pussy clenched her tip.
She's not going to let you fall. People jump out of airplanes. You're sky-diving. She's your parachute.
I let myself settle onto her, let gravity help, removed myself from the moment, and began to drop. The air escaped my chest, "Haaaah-"
It was filling, sliding, stinging, "Oh God...Xar..."
Her hands clasped my waist, "There you go you beautiful bitch. You are Master's good little slut," her hips gave just the slightest buck, "Hahhmmm-hah, I-I-am..."
I reached between my legs, wanted to feel how close I was. A solid palm's width of her remained. I grabbed it, tight, and her hips bucked again, "Haaah..mmmm-mm-mmm"
It was wide, rigid, and it had hit the back, stretched the back, mashed the knob flat... it was ten percent...
If I just push maybe...
I expected pain, but I was soothed. More went in, suddenly, impossibly. It was the sensation of dawn-light, deep inside, something had bloomed.
"Welcome to the glow-club you depraved little monster-slut." she squeezed my waist tight and throbbed in me.
I bottomed out on her, squeezed her thickness and rolled my thighs, "Oh my God-yes!"
Trembling, I pulled up, let my gut deflate, and slid back down. "Nnn-aahhh"
Her chest met my stomach, "Just hold on, let me do some work."
My legs fell off of her, and I let myself drape across her front. Her pubic bone kneaded at my clit, successive small penetrations and extractions pushing me to my limit, "Uuuuuahhh-ohhh-huh-huh-huh," but not quite there.
Grabbing my ass, she pulled my hips in tighter, and I'm sure she unlocked an extra two percent, pushing my dawn-light past its limit.
"Fuuuu-uhm-uhhhmm-fuuuaaaa!"
I was huffing, the space between us was so warm-wet. I stole a glance down at a small puddle of radiant white liquid caught between our hips.
"Thank you...Thank-you-Master, thank-you," she didn't stop, driving me mad with aftershocks, until that familiar drum-beat throb began.
"Please-Master, use-my-pussy...fill-it." The cock was slamming my hole, relentless.
"Use whose...hah...pussy?" Her lips tightened around my nipple.
"Use your Good Little Slut's pussy Master!"
It pulsed; the sooth became sear and then mark.
"I'm your good little slut... I'm your good little slut..."