Try to get some answers

With great effort, Duncan pushes against the woman and moves away from her. His cock is throbbing as if it had been months since its last release, rather than just a few minutes.

“I need to understand what’s going on here,” he gasps, catching his breath from the creature’s passionate kisses. “I demand to know who you are, where I am, and what’s going on!”

The woman let out an impatient sigh and leaned one naked shoulder against the wall. With one hand, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder, exposing a previously covered breast for Duncan’s unobstructed view. With the other hand she casually reached between her legs and pleasured herself, as if masturbating in front of a total stranger were the most natural thing in the world.

“Very well,” she said. “If talking is what you’d rather do, I guess we’ll talk. I was merely assuming that you’d prefer sex with a human female. If my taking the form of a male — or your favorite household pet, for that matter — would be more pleasing to you, that’s all the same to me.”

“Don’t try to change the subject,” said Duncan. “I need some answers.”

“Very well. Imagine my luck, though. All these centuries in this prison, and when I finally get some companionship, it is with a eunuch! I would have been better off if a broomstick had fallen in here; at least I would have something long and hard to use!”

Duncan felt his patience wearing thin and opened his mouth to speak, just as the woman’s hand motions increased in speed, and she closed her eyes and began to breathe heavily. Then, with a convulsion that began between her legs, her body stiffened and contorted as a look of beautiful agony took hold of her face. Her lips parted and she cried out with guttural moans, “UH!!! Ooooohhhhhhhh....!”

Duncan watched, open-mouthed, as she rode her self-induced orgasm, seemingly oblivious to his presence. When finished, she withdrew her hand from between her legs and thoughtfully sucked on her fingertips.

“My.... that was quite nice,” she said, finally. “For as frail as they are, the females of your species do have the most pleasant of climaxes. Very tasty — with a nutmeg-type of flavor....”

Whatever control Duncan had started to get over his erection was now long since lost. A few drops of sweat formed on his forehead, and he could feel his rapid heartbeat in his fully-engorged penis.

“Now, where were we?” asked the woman, returning to her casual pose, leaning against the wall, and again stroking between her legs. “Oh yes.... You wanted answers, didn’t you?”

At the moment, Duncan was beginning to doubt his priorities, and he tried in vain to cover his erection by folding his hands in front of him.

“My name is Gorgall,” said the woman. “In the language of your people, I am a G’mere.” She looked at him, as if expecting a reaction.

Duncan shook his head. He had never heard the word.

Gorgall pondered his reaction and frowned. “It is as I feared,” she said. “Once we were a mighty race. That is, until superstitious humans began to hunt us. At the time of my imprisonment, there were only a few of us remaining. If you have not heard of us, then I fear I am the only one of my kind remaining.”

“Are you a demon?” asked Duncan, transfixed by her beauty and by the information.

“In the superstition of your mind, that’s how you see us, but we are nothing of the kind,” she replies. “Humans fear that which they do not understand, and you fear that which you cannot classify with your neat, tidy, and limited thought. Since we have no natural form, we have been called phantoms, demons, spirits, and many other things. What we are, quite simply, are changeable beings, unhindered by shape, gender, and all the things that make you humans so inflexible and difficult.”

“But you must be evil to be confined here,” replied the prince.

“Evil!” She spat out the word with a disdainful laugh. “Who is the more evil: the one forgotten in a dark prison or the one who would send someone there?”

If the subject of conversation is unpleasant to Gorgall, one wouldn’t know it by observing her continued self-pleasuring. No sooner does she ask the retorical question then she again convulses with another self-induced orgasm. Duncan is transfixed by the sounds and sights of this fantastic naked creature, struggling to catch her breath through her cries of sexual release. Involuntarily, Duncan begins to rub his erection, which has been insistantly trying to push his folded hands out of the way.

Abruptly, Duncan shakes his head and folds his hands, holding them tightly to control his impulses. “Would you please stop doing that? It’s really rather off-putting!”

Gorgall looks at Duncan with confusion. Then, as understanding dawns, a smile forms. “I see! So you would prefer a different form! I wondered why you were playing hard to get!”

As she speaks, Duncan sees her body begin to change. Smoky vapor appears around the edges of Gorgall’s body, which grows taller, thicker, and decidedly unfeminine. As the smoke vanishes, Duncan finds himself staring at a lean, muscular man, naked except for a black, silk strip tied around his waist. He is leaning casually against the wall, just as the woman was, and his hand is likewise between his legs. He smiles at Duncan as he strokes his impressive penis.

“There. Is that more to your liking?” he asks.

“Gorgall?” asks Duncan, trying to make sense of all of this.

“In the flesh,” replied the deep voice. “Hopefully this will be less — how did you say it? ‘Off-putting’?”

Duncan doesn’t know how to respond, other than to take a couple of steps to his side, placing himself less squarely in the line of fire if Gorgall’s penis happens to shoot.

Gorgall steps forward, without taking his hand off his cock. “Now that I know what you like, perhaps we can dispense with this tedious conversation.”