A little but of fun between shapes.

She was just looking for an excuse to try and deal with the throbbing in her loins. I knew that well enough-after all, I'd put there when I patched her up-and, as far as she knew, saved her life. My split mind allows me to idly wonder if she knows just what she's getting into, while I pretend the facade was a fact, starting off on a theological speech. Of course, I don't really get enough to spill a whole lot, and didn't intend to. I cut myself off after only a sentence or two, at roughly the same time the smirk that had started across her face had started to droop.

Of course, getting hefted up by my tendrils and starting to ditch the leathers did a good job of changing that. At first, I didn't penetrate-instead enjoying kneading at her body, feeling the interesting nature of it. It wasn't something soft like previous goblins, but neither did it have the solid unyieldingness of the dragon's human shape. It reminded me a bit like some bean bags I'd had back in college. But, anyhow, toying with her occured a bit concurrently as I played around with my own shape, taking on some aspects of the humanoid shape I'd just discarded. Only for a portion of my tendrils, though-essentially making a humanoid puppet out of them, drawing on my knowledge of the human shape and some of the genes from the minotaur. It didnt feel merely as constraining whith most of my body was still the wriggling mass the two lied on top of. An interesting experience, acting as both the lover and the bed at once.

But I'd still like to think I got most the benefit from it-namely that a proper face for them to interact made the experience a lot...closer. When they can look into what they think of as my eyes while I grope all over them-a clear lecherous smile when I start having something quite unladylike sprout from the puppet's groin. At first, some trepidations from the inhuman members my reference pool largely drawn from being dubiosly compatible with that slit. But well, that's nothing a little **** can't help with as I pin her legs behind her head and start going to work, gradually working deeper into her until my puppets hips smack against the fencer's.

Even our release finds itself more muffled and subdied than many previous pairings-although that might only bet because we were sucking face so hard, it's a wonder she didn't **** on one the tongues involved. An act that only finally broke when she seemed to exhausted to go on-and so I set her in a corner, so she could get dressed and join the others in getting their rest at her own pace. And while she did so, I played more around with the concept of this false core-sculpting the fascimile into something more real for some practice. Might be useful as a bluff at some point-if something thinks its my core, their misguided efforts to slay a pointless appendage might buy me some surprise. It's an idea to shelve for later, though, a bit too much a pain to maintain to make it worth trying in a fight. Maybe with greater familiarity with this body.