Alexis: Page 2

Warning: Lexi is in this chapter. And this will be the only warning for that I give in this story. If you're the kind of loser who isn't into trans women, you don't deserve a warning.

Lucas POV

I stared at the flesh-colored beast in front of me. In my mind, it was enormous. In reality, it seemed a little shorter than mine, and a bit thicker. But most of all, it was foreign.

My brain struggled to accept that the penis was a part of Lexi. It was so different from her. She was soft and had lovely perky boobs and a bubbly ass. But the cock, no, not the cock, her cock, was hard and rigid. It throbbed slightly, a bead of pre cum appearing at the slit. In the back of my mind. I noted that she was circumcised, though it was the last of my concerns.

"I- how- what?"

She scrambled to grab her necklace off off the ground.

"I'm sorry this was a bad idea I should have just tol-"

"Wait stop."

She paused, looking at me in confusion. I pulled the necklace from her hand.

"It's ok, Lexi."

I looked down at the weapon between her thighs. Inside my head, a battle raged between my desire to please Lexi, and my apprehension to touching another penis.

"Lucas you don't have to."

I looked her in the eyes, fear and arousal battling for control of her actions. In a moment, I knew. That I would do anything to make her happy. Even something I would never in a million years do for anyone else.

"I want to."

I wrapped my left hand around her cock, eliciting a gasp from her.

"I've wanted this for so long."

She pulled me into a hug and started crying into my shirt. It was somewhat awkward, holding her penis while we hugged and she cried, but I didn't protest. Her dick was oddly nice to hold, like a strong, tense muscle, with a layer of supple skin covering it.

After a few minutes, her tears stopped, and I felt her cock move slightly in my hand. I smiled. Weird as it was, it's always nice to make someone feel good.

"Hey Lexi, lay down on the bed for me."

She blushed, her whole face going a shade of pink. We disconnected, and she laid down on her back. I followed her, sitting between her thighs with my legs folded. I help out my hand to her.

"Lick."

She quirked an eyebrow but did as I asked, leaving a trail of spit on my hand.

I grabbed her dick, noting the slight spasms in her thighs. My hand slid up and down her length, covering it in a thin layer of our makeshift lubricant.

"Oh damn."

I smiled at her, gradually picking up speed. With the benefit of hindsight, I can confidently say that that handjob was probably terrible. But as touch starved as she was, it was enough.

After a few minutes, she was bucking slightly into my hand.

"Lucas, I'm close."

I steeled my nerves and pushed down the voice in my head telling me not to do what I was about to do. I leaned forward, licking from the base of her cock to the point where her tip met her shaft. Unfortunately, I had decided to do this without really considering the consequences.

Her moans crescendoed, and she shot a lot, and I mean a lot, of cum all over my face. My eyes were closed, but I felt the bed shift as she presumably sat up.

"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry, let me get you a towel."

She returned a minute later with a washcloth, but not before I heard her snap a photo with her phone. It seems I wasn't the only one with access to wyrm blood.

I wiped her baby batter from my face, they tossed the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper.

"Well, that was something."

"That was amazing. Thank you, Lucas."