Chapter Three: The Second Mask (Part 5)

Nobody knew which of them stepped back first.

Maybe it was her. Her heel shifted backward and knocked against the floor—tak—and he followed, his lips still on hers, his tongue still tangled in her mouth, as if tethered by an invisible thread. Another step, and another. The wildly leaping highlights in the mirror receded little by little, until they were just a blurry patch of brightness in the background.

Her calves bumped the edge of the bed.

The backs of her knees gave and she tipped backward. Without thinking, he caught her back and the backs of her knees with both hands, scooped, and lifted her right off her feet. Latex pressed to latex, a long string of squeaks sliding from his palms across her back—and he was a little stunned himself: so this was how light she was to him now. He was a size bigger than her, his shoulders broader, his chest heavier; when his arms closed, she was gathered whole into his embrace, horns and all.

"Babe..." She laughed in his arms, panting, her black fangs biting her lower lip. "You can... actually carry me now."

"Mm..." There was still a little bashfulness in his female voice, but the thin membrane behind his ears was already burning bright. "You're so light..."

He laid her on the bed. Not laid—pinned. She'd barely sunk into the covers before he followed her down, knees spread on either side of her legs, hands braced beside her shoulders, his whole body looming over her, blocking out the warm glow overhead. She lay on her back and watched him lower his head from above—that pair of long, back-curving horns sinking forward along with his face, sinking slowly, their arcs sweeping across her field of vision, until at last the tips came down and brushed the pillow beside her face, pressing two little dents into it. The cotton rasped under the latex with a soft shff.

She turned her face and pressed her cheek against one of the horns. Cool, hard, its surface oil-bright; where her face touched it, it left a patch of fog.

"Your horns..." she said quietly. "They're so much longer than mine. They've got me shut in."

"Then... then you can't get out."

"I never wanted to get out."

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