Dullahan [pt. II]

Kimihito dropped down to his knees before the liminal, somehow he instinctively recognized her as one rather than a specially placed woman's decapitated head. The fact that she'd opened her golden eyes to look up at them with a dull lidded gaze had been a clue.

"Um... are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

She stared at him unblinkingly.

Maybe she couldn't speak without a body. You'd need lungs for that, right? Did she have a body? Liminals could be really weird. Maybe she just needed air and the ground was blocking-

Without thinking, he reached out and gingerly picked her up. She was surprisingly heavy.

He froze when she abruptly spoke, her voice somewhat husky,
"Do not lay your hands on me lightly."

He felt his face heat with embarrassment, suddenly wanting to release her but also not wanting to simply drop her on the ground.

"Oh?"

Seijo grabbed her head and popped it out of his hands.

"But it's okay for me, right?" He asked with a smirk as he stood up.

She was silent for a moment before admitting, "Verily, that is so."

As Kimihito got to his feet, Seijo held the head out in front of his face, looking into the disembodied liminal's eyes. He shook it and tilted it side to side carelessly. Then he casually flipped her upside down, pale white hair flowing, to peer brazenly into her neck. Kimihito shuddered, recalling catching a glimpse down Zombina's headless neck during a particularly vigorous sex party with Seijo.

Seijo hooted and tilted her neck towards Kimihito, "Check this out!"

Kimihito grimaced without meaning to, looking away but Seijo crossed the space between them, holding her out. He couldn't help but look. Instead of a mess of torn undead flesh, the bottom of her neck was covered in smooth blue skin unbroken from that which covered it from her throat to the back of her neck. In the center was a small slit, folds tightly pressed together right where Zombina had a ragged hole of a throat. It seemed perfectly clear that this was a liminal who'd evolved to survive somehow this way at least some of the time.

"What's that look like, Kimi?"

Seijo's tone of voice perfectly communicated what sort of thing he was thinking about and Kimihito had more than enough familiarity, up close and personal with that particular part of the female anatomy lately, to recognize that her closed throat-passage did look awfully like a vagina.

He wasn't about to voice that though and said instead, "Um... perhaps we should try to talk to her and find out how she got out here, you think?"

Seijo rolled his eyes, "If you want..." He flipped her head up, holding it out in front of them so that she faced him, that same impassive emotionless unimpressed expression on her beautiful face, "So... what's your deal, lady-head? What you doing out here?"

"I am a dullahan. The guiders of souls, the reapers of ****, the- ugh! Uck!" Her fairly intimidating delivery was abruptly cut off by the sudden injection of two of Seijo's fingers up her neck as he held her aloft that way.

He was chuckling, scoffing, "You the grim reaper?! You're a head! Just a head! Don't get me wrong, there are all sorts of fun to be had with just a head, but you aren't reaping any souls like this, girl!"

"I am not just a head." She said calmly, "-though my connection between my head and heart is naturally as flimsy as the bond between mortal souls and their finite physical forms. I...." her cheeks blushed a dusky purple, "suffered a mishap upon a steep incline at the entrance to this park, the mighty steed that is my body, although frightfully formidable in strength and speed, is quite hapless without my command and it... wandered off."

"We can help you find it! Is it still nearby, do you think? Can you sense it or control it?" Kimihito assured her and asked hastily even as Seijo gave him a quirked eyebrow.

"Yea… totally we’ll help you.” Remarked Seijo, “But first I want you to take a look at this!”

 It didn’t surprise Kimihito at all when Seijo thrust his free hand down deep into his pants to draw out his cock.  He felt his own body react to the sight.  He’d only just had a lot of sex in that café but watching Seijo play with a girl never failed to elicit a response.

 The dullahan’s dull gaze abruptly vanished, her golden eyes widening as they lit upon his friend’s soft member, “Mine eyes deceive me!”  Her tongue slipped out to slide along her lips briefly, providing an expression that Kimihito was quite familiar with.  Women just loved the taste of Seijo’s dick and they all seemed to realize that the moment they laid eyes on it.

 Seijo grinned and brought her head down closer even as he grabbed his thick length and swung it side to side, beating it against the front of his legs a bit, “Oh? See something you like?”

 “I do, indeed.”  She stared longingly at Seijo’s prick, biting her lip before continuing, “However, I am an agent of **** and such petty desires are for the living.  Consider yourself my temporary body, and offer yourself in service to me.  This is a great honor.  Return me to my flesh and thus, return my power!”

 “That is some nice will-power you’ve got there, girlie!  But let’s see how long you last…”  Seijo locked eyes with Kimihito and gestured for him to approach even as he stepped back off the path to lean against the trunk of a towering tree.

 Kimihito sighed and stepped forward, “Don’t you think we should help her find her body, first?” 

 “Nah. We’ll get to that later.” Seijo said absently as he looked down, holding the Dullahan’s head at his crotch.

 “But what if she wanders out into oncoming traffic?”

 Seijo looked up, “Shit.  Uh. It is normal for a dullahan’s body to stay away from the sound of cars and stay in one place until it is reunited with it’s head.”   Well that was true.  Or at least it seemed like it. Kimihito didn’t know much or actually anything about dullahans but it was simply common sense that liminal made up of a headless body would know to avoid the sound of cars and wouldn’t go anywhere without the guidance of its head.  But wait- how would it even detect cars without any ears-

 “Here.” Kimihito’s thoughts were interrupted by Seijo thrusting the back of the head into his stomach and he couldn’t help but cradle the woman with care, “Help her out.”

 There was little doubt as to his friend’s meaning as his huge dick was in the process of growing epically hard.  If there was one thing that Kimihito had learned about Seijo it was that when he wanted to do something sexual, there was simply no stopping him.  So, with his concern for the woman’s body mollified, he squatted down and held her head aloft in place at Seijo’s groin. He wasn’t quite pushing her lips into his friend’s erection but he was watching closely to judge when she wanted him to put her closer.

 His penis was as hard as a rock and pulsing in his pants, the desire to take it out and jerk his way to his next big Seigasm was strong.  But he wasn’t about to use anything less than two hands to hold this woman’s head, so he resisted the urge.  

It didn’t take her long to give in.   Her blue tongue slipped out between her lips and Kimihito took that as his que.  He brought her head closer and she licked the side of Seijo’s immense prick with obvious delight, her dark and golden eyes rolling back and a thick sound of enjoyment accompanying her languid tongue action.  Her tongue lapped quickly and Kimihito did his best to accommodate her, moving her head around in time with the interest he thought he detected with the direction of her gaze and the frantic movements of her furiously licking tongue.

 So here was, in a city park in the evening, holding and moving the disembodied head of a beautiful girl so that she could lick and suck his friend’s enormous dick.  If anyone came along now, he shuddered to think what they would believe was happening. A pair murderous sociopaths doing unspeakable things to a decapitated woman in a public space?  He supposed it was fortunate that he wasn’t masturbating at the same time, even though he so badly wanted to.

 Seijo was blessed with a lot of terrain for a women to tend to and deciding where to bring the dullahan’s head was difficult.  There was the base of the cock as well as the many inches of thick vein-bulging meat that made up the lengthy shaft, not to mention the massive glans.  And that was to say nothing of his huge scrotum, just one of his fat balls dwarfed the whole of Kimihito’s own sac. 

 He guided her down low and she slurped upon those heavy balls, tending to them individually with her tongue, sucking on the loose skin about them with her dark bluish lips.  When she let them fall from her lips, Kimihito brought her back to Seijo’s cockhead, maneuvering her close enough so that she could run her tongue all along Seijo’s big shaft.  Soon enough he had her head positioned to take him into her mouth and Kimihito couldn’t help but feel very strange as he helped her bob back and forth.  From his position slightly beneath her, he found himself staring right at the bottom of her neck with its smooth light blue skin and the oddly vagina-like slit of her closed throat.

 Seijo took her head in his hands and pulled her off, lifting her up to look into her eyes, leaving Kimihito on his knees staring right at the business end of his giant cock, giving the next random passersby a whole new wrong idea about what was going on here.

 “How was that, little lady? You like my cock?” Seijo asked above.

 She couldn’t nod, but her tone of voice made it clear she would have, “Very much yes. A veritable feast of mortal man-flesh, like nothing I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying.  It’s almost as if I am devouring your worthy soul with every lick! Now… that I have given you service with my mouth, you must assist me in returning my power to-ah! Ahk!“

 Seijo casually flipped her head around in the air once more so that she was staring at the sky and the bottom of her neck was pointing towards his pelvis.  He stretched out his arms and positioned her at the end of his lengthy dick.  Then he pulled her onto his cock from a direction that no normal woman could ever experience.  He was fucking her from the opposite end, thrusting his prick into the undeniably pussy-like throat slit.  The liminal had maintained something of a calm and conceited demeanor all throughout the encounter but all of that was suddenly destroyed, her golden eyes exploding wide, her dark nostril flaring and her mouth dropping open as she gasped and moaned as Seijo steadily penetrated her esophagus, “Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!”

 “It feeeeee-EEELLLS- SO GOOOO-ooooodddd!”

 “I’m……” She trailed off, staring into space and unable to do anything more than moan as Seijo pulled her head towards his groin and thrust forward, “….Cuuuuuuuuummmghhhhhhh!”

 Kimihito watched with fascination and no small amount of arousal as the liminal’s mouth was filled to what seemed like bursting with Seijo’s fat cock-head.  He could see her tongue squished against the bottom of her mouth by his friend’s girth, the wet appendage wriggling back and forth fitfully.  Then things got really surreal as Seijo grabbed tight to her head and pulled her down fully onto his prick.  Her eyes went even wider than before and her mouth opened, her dark lips stretched around Seijo’s white cock as it erupted in the lewdest display of Kimihito’s life.

 He squealed, unable to hold it in, as his dick spurted powerfully into his pants, the intense pleasure a significant level beyond his last voyeuristic climax.  He groaned and grunted.  His hips pulsed and rocked as he ejaculated into his underwear, covering his crotch with wet seed and darkening the front of his pants.  He fell promptly over, passing out at the shear intoxicating pleasure that his poor brain was unable to accept.