Dessert (3/3) (NSFW)

Jonah watched as the still waters of his bathtub lapped against his nude skin. He had never used his bathtub before, except for the shower attachment. But Megan insisted that he was to take a bath instead of a shower to clean away the dirt and grime of the day.

After dinner, Megan guided him to his bathroom and told him to take a bath because afterward, she had ‘dessert’ for him. Jonah was supposed to be relaxing, but he couldn’t help but feel an anxious twinge at the sounds of M’gann working in the kitchen. The sounds of movement made his stillness feel wrong.

The bath water rippled from his light touch to the water's surface. If it wasn’t for the bubbles added to the water, he would be able to see down to his body. He focused on the way he felt lighter in the tube. The way his hair and limbs floated freely.

Jonah heard a sound in the bedroom and wondered what Megan was getting up to. He had locked the door despite her ability to phase through walls. It made him feel safer and more secure.

Once he felt thoroughly washed, Jonah left the bathtub and dabbed the remaining wetness off his body. With no new set of clothes to change into, Jonah wrapped a white towel around his waist. He paused for a second to admire his body in the mirror. While it may have seemed vain, Jonah was merely appreciating the changes. His new powers had hardened and strengthened his body at inhuman levels. His arms were larger, his torso was well-defined, and his pelvis had pleasing hips and crevasses cutting through it. Besides a couple of new scars, he had never looked better.

Jonah stepped out of his bathroom into his small apartment. The sounds of soft, wet footsteps followed him as he made his way to the bedroom door.

“M’gann, I don’t see any desert out here. What’s going on in there.”

“I’m ready for you, Honey,” M’gann said from beyond the closed threshold.

Jonah pushed open the door to see M’gann waiting for him on his bed. She sat nervously, her legs splayed to the side, and wore a white, lacy nightgown. As she twisted her legs to the side, Jonah caught a glimpse of her lack of underwear.

Jonah strode confidently towards the woman. “I can assume this is what you meant by dessert?”

M’gann blushed. “You like it?”

“Very much so.” Jonah took M’gann’s head in his hands and gently kissed her lips. “I always liked to savor my greens.”

M’gann kissed him in turn, closing her eyes. She felt a movement below his towel.

“I think I’ll dig in first,” M’gann said, pulling the simple knot that kept the towel in place.

The thick white veil dropped, revealing Jonah’s thick throbbing cock. M’gann placed a tentative hand on its shaft, awed at the size difference between the two body parts.

M’gann leaned forward and engulfed his entire length into her mouth. Her tongue danced across the sensitive skin of the glans as if trying to taste every part of him. The sounds of her sucking echoed through the small room, making it feel like they were the only two people in the world.

Megan looked up at him with eyes that glistened with need and desire. Jonah could see the fierce spirit in her eyes that he had once fought to suppress in her mind. And yet she still wanted this. She wanted to be controlled. To be controlled was to be connected.

As Megan bobbed her head up and down on his length, he caressed her short hair and held her head steady when she started to move too quickly. He let out a moan, and she took it as encouragement. She quickened her pace until he was thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth, feeling the way her throat muscles stretched around him.

“Fuck, M’gann, how’d you get so good at this.”

“I may have stolen some tutorials from Stephanie's mind.” M’gann’s voice echoed in his mind since her mouth was too busy at the moment.

M’gann could feel the premonitions of an orgasm in Jonah’s thoughts and in the throbbing of his cock. She let his manhood leave her mouth with a pop and grabbed the base of his shaft. She watched with pleasure as her work left him panting and his cock twitching for release.

“You’re not done yet, are you?” Megan asked with a smirk.

“Not by a long shot.” Jonah declared. He lifted the small Martian up by her arms and tossed her further onto the bed. Her lacy nightgown fluttered as she landed. “Now show me something good to eat.”

M’gann couldn’t help but turn her gaze away from his intense eye contact. Her cheeks were hot in a red flush, and her womanhood was wetter than any place on red Mars. She opened her legs to him. Her pussy was a dark green which bled into a light pink color on the inside.

Jonah crawled onto the bed and towards Megan’s waiting hole. He parted her thighs with his hands and leaned over to kiss her inner thighs, just above where they met. Her skin was soft and smooth, like silk against his lips. He felt the trembling of her body beneath his touch as he drew closer to her center.

With a final kiss to her swollen folds, he stuck a single finger into her. Her walls squeezed around his digit, milking it with need. He circled her entrance, feeling the way her body reacted to his touch. It was almost as if she were trying to pull him deeper inside.

Megan arched her back off the bed, pressing her hips upwards towards his fingers. Jonah felt her muscles tremble around his hand, making it difficult to hold back. But he did, wanting to savor this moment, to make it last for as long as possible.

Finally, when he thought she could take no more, he pulled his finger out and positioned his cock at her entrance. He pushed forward slowly, feeling the tightness of her channel engulfing him. M'gann cried out, gripping the sheets beneath her as he filled her.

Jonah cock reached a shallowing blockage.

“M’gann. Are you a virgin?” Jonah panted.

“Not in the Martian sense. But I thought I would design this body as one.” M’gann traced a small finger across Jonah’s chiseled chest. “It felt right.”

Jonah held M’gann’s hand a kissed it. He looked into her eyes as he gave a firm push into her.

As he bottomed out, their hips pressed together, chests heaving in unison. Her wet heat surrounded him, holding him close. He began a thrusting rhythm that would please them both.

Through the translucent material of M’gann’s nightgown, Jonah could see her small breasts bounce with every movement. Her dark nipples hardened and poked against him as he leaned in to kiss Megan’s neck.

Jonah slowed down for a moment and felt Megan’s walls tighten. It felt like his cock was being placed in a hot vice as her walls grew even tighter.

“Holy fucking shit Megan.” He exhaled reflexively.

“You like that?” Megan looked up at him with a smug smile. “I can do even more.”

Megan used the extent of her shapeshifting abilities to put the results of any Kegel exercise to shame. Without any movement of his own, Jonah almost busted as Megan shifted her body around him. She tightened and relaxed, pushed and pulled, and at one point, even vibrated.

Jonah had to pull out for a second. He gripped her hips firmly and stared into her eyes.

Then Jonah thrust back in, feeling her walls close around him once again. The sensation was indescribable. Exquisite. He could feel every muscle in her core working against him. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own.

Megan’s body responded in kind, rocking against his as if they were two dancers moving in perfect unison. Their cries echoed through the room as their pleasure built and built until it broke over them like a wave.

Megan arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out. Her pussy clamped down on his cock so hard he thought he might cum just from that. The intensity of her orgasm flowed not only out of her pussy but also from her mind.

Megan’s release seemed to trigger something inside him, sending an echo of pleasure through his body. Jonah thrust into her one final time, grunting as he felt his seed spurt deep inside of her, the warmth flowing out of him as if it were lava. His hips buckled as he let out a hoarse cry, feeling his orgasm wash over him.

As the last tremors of ecstasy subsided, they collapsed together onto the bed, their bodies still joined in a sweaty mess. M'gann lay limp, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her muscles slowly relaxed. Jonah rolled off her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"That..." M'gann gasped, "...that was...intense."

"You..." Jonah panted "...you have no idea."

They lay there for a moment, each enjoying the closeness and connection that came with being so intimate with another person. Even though much of the evening was all an act, Jonah couldn't help but feel a genuine affection for M’gann another.

Eventually, their breathing returned to normal, and they began to drift off to sleep. As they slept, their minds entwined once more, each experiencing the other's dreams as if they were their own.