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Monthly Drawing 6: Last Call (Aftermath 1)
🕑 Added 2017-08-21 04:48:14 +0000 UTC His transformation startled the unknowing onlookers, but those who knew just smiled and waited. The bartender whistled and a burly Alshanian came over and with seemingly practiced skill, escorted the new Sexpet to a back room. He seemed careful not to touch her flesh or even press on her too much. She did not need too much motivation and seemed willing to go where she was gently directed.The room where she was brought was nearly all bed, deep and soft, and strong enough to take her new weight. As the door closed, her initial shock wore off and she began to tentatively touch herself. Within moments, she was exploring herself with wild abandon.
It was bliss.
It was as though every good sensation she'd had, sexual and otherwise, was reflected in every touch on her own flesh. She was left basking in her own body for an hour but, she never noticed through her pleasure.
Then, suddenly there was someone in the room with her. She didn't know who or what they were, just that they were male. Her large nostrils flared and took in a scent she never smelled or even imagined. It was every flower, every tasty meal she'd ever had, rolled into a melange that was irresistible; and it was coming from her new companion. The fact that she had been a straight human, did not matter. The only thing that mattered was touching this newcomer and having him touch her.
If her own touch was bliss, the touch of another was Nirvana. She shimmied and groped with her partner, basking in the pleasure of touching and being touched. She soon found that when her partner shivered in pleasure from her touch, her brain tingled with a warm sensation she'd never felt before, but felt too good not to seek more. She began to coo in her new, alien voice.
Minutes or perhaps an hour later, there was another partner. And another. Each new touch, given and received, brought a new sensation that was almost a flavor of pleasure. After four partners, she was left alone on the dimly lit room on a giant, cushion of a bed.
Her initial fervor was diminished but, the memory of the feelings were strong. She lay wrapped in the warm, soft blanket of her own flesh and fell asleep, dreaming of tomorrow and the renewed pleasures it would bring...
ART NOTE:
This was a great challenge. The tongue was especially hard and I think I pulled it off okay. Wanted to be more suggestive and not show anything explicit.
WRITING NOTE:
This may be the first thing near to pornography that I've written. Let me know if I should stick to art ;-)
