A Kiss

“I… I want to kiss you,” I said, with all of the courage I usually only found about five drinks into a too lonely night when I wanted to dance with a stranger. There was a tinkling of chains as Regina pulled back slightly to look at me, puzzlement on her face. That breathtaking hint of a smile… then she shook her head and gave a short, fluttering laugh.

“No I meant what did you want to do to me. To change.” She took a step back then, and while regrettably this meant I was no longer being blessed by her warm, intimate presence, I was able to view her entire physical magnificence again. When she pointed to the different parts of her body, as if she was giving me explicit permission to, I ogled her intently. “Did you want to change my tits? Make them bigger maybe? Phatter ass? I know people these days are really into that. I can grow horns, if you like… or anything you want really. Any part of me… it’s yours to alter with your power over women.”

And she seemed excited by the prospect that I might pick something of hers to swell or shrink or reconstruct completely... But why would I?

“You’re perfect,” I told her, hoping I sounded as sincere as that felt in my heart. “I don’t want to change anything about you.”

This put a complex expression on the demon… no… Goddess… because that was what she was to me. On the Goddess’s face. She was confused and flattered in seemingly equal measure, and maybe just a hint concerned.

“Are you sure?” she had to ask. I may have responded too quickly again. Too insistently.

“Absolutely. You’re just so gorgeous and … I wish I had another word for perfect,” I said. “I like how you look right now.” I somehow had the presence of mind to think about what I was saying then. Was this Regina’s natural form? Had she always looked this way or had she been changed by some past Ring bearer… albeit one with exquisite taste. But if that was the case… then… “Unless you’re supposed to look like something else,” I continued, a small fear now blooming in my chest that some past wrong had been committed that I might not be able to rectify. “Then… I guess we can change you back?”

The woman before me was staring, dumbfounded. It took her a few seconds to start blinking again.

“No… this… this is my true form,” she said slowly, truthfully. I nodded, somewhat relieved but a little guilty about it.

“Okay, then I don’t want to change anything.”

She had to look at me again. Really study my face, which I knew was now turning a shade pinker under her hazel-eyed scrutiny. She fell back on her heels, chains jangling, tits swaying, then let out a breath and scratched her head.

“Well that’s… different,” she said, looking down, as if searching the floor for answers to the unfamiliar. Her eyes lifted and found me again instead and curiosity glinted behind them. “What’s your name, sugar?”

A pleasant shiver ran up my spine, hearing her call me a name. It dripped with sultry sweetness, as if she would melt me like toffee, make me warm and runny and sticky. I almost felt like I couldn’t provide a name worthy enough for her to speak.

“Alexi,” I said, finally introducing myself. I was five foot eight. Fairly fit, like I had mentioned before, even lithe if I had to be a bit more graphic about it. I had a messy crop of long brown hair and long brown eyes because I tended not to get enough sleep. I was a Pisces and didn’t believe in horoscopes, preferring astronomy’s simple beauty in observing celestial bodies rather than the so called divining of futures of that other thing, where personal meaning was ascribed to utter randomness. But maybe astrology wasn’t all bad... there was one beautiful celestial body for me to observe right now, and I had to admit I was feeling rather lucky it had aligned with Jupiter today, or whatever. And the celestial beauty was blushing. From my intense observation?

“Um… well then… you’re the Ringmaster, Alexi. And … you’re my master. So you can do… or not do… whatever you want to me.” That seemed to be a foreign thought to her, but from the eventual smile that snuck up on her I could guess she didn’t exactly mind. She stepped up to me again, that curl of her lips glistening. “So you wanted a kiss?”

“Yes plea-” I began, but was cut off as softness pressed itself against me. And heat. It was almost searing… and it was wet… but for the first time ever, entirely pleasant. I needed a breath and I tasted hers when I opened my mouth. Regina’s mouth covered mine for a bit, and I had a fleeting thought that she was consuming me, not in the literal sense of course, but there was need there… one I desperately wanted to reciprocate. Her slippery tongue slipped past my lips, and what had at first been a pleasant moistness became a flood of delicious spit. I couldn’t believe it at first, how I wanted to drink in her sweet saliva, and I kissed her deeper trying.

And besides the most mind blowing kiss, or perhaps the cause of it, was the feeling of her body against mine. Her skin against my… well my shirt, but my arms were bare and when hers brushed mine everything tingled. Her white hair brushed my cheeks. Her bare thighs rubbed against my jeans. Hers and mine. We were tangled together. I was melting… nothing had ever been like this before and then…

She broke the kiss, so slowly and softly, my lips were tickled just before we parted. I was panting, my heart thumping. I opened my eyes, saw her, was a little disappointed she didn’t seem as affected as I was. Her cheeks were a little rosier, though. And I desperately wanted to kiss her again, but I also needed to catch my breath.

“Not bad,” she said, brushing a thumb across her lush, lower lip.

“I’ve never been kissed like that,” I said, needing to voice my thoughts. Things were too muddled in my head for any of it to make sense.

“Well, we were just getting started,” flirted the woman, draped in her flimsy chains. I shook my head, still trying to reel in my spinning mind.

“I mean it… I’ve never felt that way before when I kissed someone,” I said, mostly to myself. I could still feel her spit on my lips, and it didn’t bother me. I wanted more of it, in fact. “I’m usually… pretty grossed out by that sort of thing.”

“Ahh,” Regina said, a knowing smirk on her perfect lips. “So you’re not a lesbian...” I noticed the lilt in her voice. I knew she had secretly added a ‘yet’, to the end of her statement about me. Like she knew a secret that I didn’t. She was quite mistaken.

“No that’s not it,” I said, back straightening again with my heartbeat somewhat stablized. “I’m asexual.”

I had figured that out a long time ago. I had always been an ace.