Of penetration

You move your other leg aside and feel his heat pour into your crotch. You're still locked in the passionate kiss but your mind is focused on your other lips. You've never been this turned on before, not even close.

Your whole life you've been wrapped in a numb false skin, experiencing the world mediated through muted senses. When you first learned what you were you thought you were trading your manhood for magic, a hard bargain. But you never had a manhood, Bingman had a manhood and you'd give up your magical birthright right now for him to move it a few inches more. This body wasn't the cost, it was the real prize. Your freedom from a cursed half formed existence.

You feel a hand, not Bingman's, grasping your wrist and pulling your own free hand down to the source of the heat on your crotch. You've been so passive it didn't even occur to you that you could be the one to move this forward. But Tritera wanted this. She wanted you to be the one to slide his cock into your soaked pussy. For you to make this one final decision. As soon as you understood her intentions you enthusiastically complied.

You blindly found the man's firm rod and moved it towards your eager pussy. It was angled so that it first rubbed against your soaked slit, coating itself in your juices and driving your clit crazy as it made contact. You rubbed the turgid rod up and down yourself a few more times, half just in love with the feeling and half in search of penetration.

Bingman moved his hips slightly and found alignment as you guided him in.