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“I want to play a game today,” Aard said, fingers running up Billie's smooth violet stomach.
“Oh yeah?” She perked up, temporarily losing her form as she rolled into his lap. She resolidified and he squeezed her ass.
“I want you to take the form I describe.” Billie clapped in delight. She loved trying new forms. “Alright- thin face. Kind of long looking. With freckles And no- I mean- really small boobs. Freckles on them too,” he groaned and reached up to feel the firm skin under his hands. Billie arched at the attention, cooing quietly. “Oh yeah, that's nice.” Aard grinned.
“Now- thin the nose out.” He kissed her lips as she did as he said. When he pulled back, she still didn't have it quite right. “Make it like a bird beak- that's it.” He kissed her nose softly. “And puppy eyes- like you were just told Christmas was canceled.” He pinched her nipples idly as her eyes turned big and brown. “God you're hot- now blonde hair. Curly.”
Billie paused. “Aard- doesn't this look an awful lot like Dusti-”
“Shut up- it's time to fuck,” he interrupted quickly. She landed on her back with him on top of her. His dick stabbed into her thigh, but she changed her form to suit the situation. “God, you're so tight,” he hissed. “Should have fucked you a long time ago.”
Billie gripped his sides, her nails biting into his flesh. She turned her head away from him and rolled her hips. Aard grabbed her face and nipped at her lips. “Don't you look away from me when I'm fucking you,” he growled. “Look at me and tell me how much you like my cock.”
Billie whimpered, lips tingling where he had bitten them. The situation was turning her on far more than it should have been. “P-please, Aard. S-stop,” her voice matched Dustin's exactly. Aard slammed into her.
“Don't tell me to stop. You love this. You love this.”
Billie could not argue. She slammed her body up against his and hissed through her teeth when his wild thrusting struck her just right. She groaned in his ear, her fingers scrabbling at his back.
“Yes- yes. You love this. You love it. You dirty little slut. You love my cock. Say it.”
“I love your cock,” she panted. His hand smoothed down her stomach as if looking for something. She couldn't figure out what it was.
“I bet you're already hard aren't you? Just from getting your ass filled with my fat cock. Your greedy little hole swallowed my cock and now you're straining for relief, aren't you.” When she didn't respond, he slammed his hips into her and ground them there, panting out, “Aren't you? You are. You're dying for it.”
Billie bit her lip and formed the straining cock Aard so desperately sought. “Please, please touch it.”
“Touch what? Touch what, you slut?” Aard kept his hips still, though it was obvious that he desperately wanted to move them.
“My c-cock,” she choked out. “P-please,” she stuttered, squeezing his hips. Aard whined, thrust into her once more and came. She could tell from the way his muscles tensed and he slumped against her chest. Billie ran her hands down his back as he sucked in air.
“You're still hard, aren't you?” He pushed himself up with straining arms to smirk down at her. The flush that showed up on Dustin's fair skin came natural. She looked up at him and blushed. His grin widened. He looked more predatory with each exposed tooth.
“Don't think I forgot about you. I can treat you right, baby,” he purred. His small tongue darted out to lick the freckles spattered across her collarbone. She arched toward him as he alternated between scraping his teeth along the bony prominences and licking with short, quick strokes of his soft tongue. He worked his way down her sternum, rubbing his nose against her chest appreciatively. He didn't seem to mind the lack of boobs, but treated the flat, somewhat bony surface with the reverence that he did when she was a chesty blonde. He sucked on her nipple until she grasped at his head, alternately trying to push him away and pull him closer. She was fairly certain that he was aiming to leave a hickey.
He pulled away and his ears flicked open eagerly as he eyed her- Dustin's- form. Thin, pale limbs trembling with need. A permanent, burning flush plastered across her face as soft brown eyes begged him to continue. Her lips were chapped but reddened from biting them. Her left pec was a mass of bruises. Maybe she had been overzealous with the pigmentation but he seemed more thrilled with the amount of bruising he had caused than anything else. He leaned down and kissed the abused skin gently.
Billie jumped when Aard's hand made its way up her thigh once more. He wrapped around her with more gentleness than she was expecting and stroked with a practiced kind of ease that he had never showed her when she had sported female genitalia. She moaned, a weak, stuttering kind of sound, and bit her knuckle. Aard kissed a line down her stomach and let go of her cock. She whined, gasping and desperate.
“No, no, p-please, Aard. Please.” Her pleas were rewarded with his warm, cavernous mouth wrapping around her. In this, there was far less experience. It was unpleasant at first, the scrape of teeth. Aard was quick to pull off.
“This isn't gay,” he said defensively. Billie bit her lip and did her best not to reach down and help herself out.
“Yeah,” she agreed. She did not want to risk saying more, saying the wrong thing might spook him off. Things were just starting to get good.
“I'm just paying you back, you homo.” Aard informed her- or maybe he was informing Dustin. She responded with another neutral noise. “Now- now beg for it. Tell me how you can't live without it.” His mouth was on her again before she had time to say a word. She rolled her hips up to meet him and he violently slammed them into the mattress to keep them still. He washed her enthusiastically with his tongue, but the sensation was more teasing than anything else. It wasn't long before she was panting.
“Please,” she begged, straining for more contact. “Please. Suck it. I need it,” she bit her lip harder. Aard finally slurped around her cock noisily. He wasn't very good at it and was obviously attempting to figure out what he was doing- but after all the teasing, it was enough for Billie. Her spine arched higher than it had any right to as a supposed vertebrate- and she came. Her body melted into its natural, violet formlessness, and she allowed herself a few seconds of reprieve before she looked at Aard. He looked perplexed.
“What's wrong.”
“I was expecting... stuff in my mouth.”
“Like semen?” He looked suddenly flustered.
“Let me play with your tits,” he ordered. He did not meet her eye. She grinned at him and playfully rolled his ears between her fingers.
“Okay,” she purred.
When Aard fell asleep later that night, Billie began to figure out just how complicated it would be to ejaculate Aard's own semen back into his mouth if he ever decided to do this again. Somehow, she thought that he might.