10. Jeffrey

Chapter ten

Jeffrey

" Ah ! Odai!"

I am so spoiled .

Odai has been pleasuring me every night before bed, during the day at some point most of the time too, and now, Monday again, knowing Madame Mattie's will be closed for the day, he was waiting at my bedside to ask if I wanted to wish for a sweeter good morning.

When he asks , how can I refuse?

With Odai under the covers between my legs, and me in only a sleep shirt like a minidress with my briefs at my ankles, I sort of want to wish for a mirror again—above the bed this time, so I can push the covers down and see Odai between my thighs.

Is that vain? But I want to see us , even with my hair a mess and my vision blurry without my glasses.

This past week has been amazing. Tony and the hotel owner are just as excited about Odai's ideas for joint marketing as Mr. Bevilaqua. Other businesses, some I figured would be totally skeptical or standoffish, seem interested too. It's only a start, but it's something. It's hope. It's the possibility of a future here and no longer living it alone.

And proving Cas wrong, which feels more than a little vindicating.

"Ah-ahh!"

Odai's forked tongue twirls around my slit. The tease of one of its points slipping inside my shaft makes me sweat. And pant. And whine. But it's not only Odai's physical talents I'm coming to adore. Or how handsome he is. Between movies and lunch dates and just spending time together, I'm really starting to like him. He even helped me with Sudoku when he caught me killing time on an app. He likes Sudoku —a puzzle game with numbers. He's a nerd! And he doesn't care that I am too.

I stopped reading Mattie's journal. It felt too much like lying to Odai, since I hadn't told him about it. And the truth is, I don't want to learn why Mattie betrayed him or have reason to second guess how good things are between us. I know I could just ask Odai what happened, but every time one of the past eras he experienced comes up, I've been shying away from asking more. I want to learn about where he came from, to know everything about him, but that means eventually learning about the other thing I haven't pressed about.

The only man Odai ever loved.

I'm close to coming, even with Odai being very slow about bringing me to the brink. A wave of possession takes hold of me, wondering about all those others he might have been with before me, and one, only one , he said, that he ever truly loved.

It makes me want to change that.

"O-Odai…?"

"Yes, Jeffrey?"

It's mostly been a lot of the same these past few days. Him on his knees or fondling me beneath my skirt after midnight tours, or just rutting against each other. I want to taste Odai too. "I-I-I wish… for you to feed me your cock. Not literally! Obviously. You know what I mean, right?"

"Yes. I do."

"And, um, I wish for you to keep sucking me while I suck you."

Every utterance of the word "wish" from my lips seems to make Odai happier, so I've tried to stop feeling bad about doing it, about wanting and asking for things. "May I undress us the rest of the way?" he asks, climbing up my body from beneath the covers.

"Yes."

He pulls the night shirt over my head, and I kick my underwear off my ankles. He doesn't remove what he's wearing the same way, just wills it all to vanish, and he is bronze perfection above me. He starts to turn around, so his head faces the foot of the bed, and his cock is right there, nearing my lips as he rocks back to bring it to me.

Odai is a lot . Not my biggest, but a lot .

He feeds it to me like I asked and takes in mine in perfect synch.

I hook my hands up around the curve of his hips and thighs. Doing my own careful work now, tonguing his shaft and up over his slit, helps distract me from coming. Not yet. Not yet . I want to take all of him, and as I bury my nose so far to his base, I can feel the tickle of curls, I remember… this isn't all of him. I don't know what all of him looks like.

"O-Odai…?" I have to turn my head to escape the gentle rocking of him between my lips.

"Yes, Jeffrey?" he rumbles.

"Can I…" I bite my lip, because I keep asking, and he told me I didn't have to ask, but… well, it feels like I should every time I wish for something intimate, to be sure he wants it too. "Can I wish for you to be in your other form, so I can suck your cock like that too?"

"Are you certain?" Odai looks at me between his legs. "No one has ever wished for that before."

"Never? But you're so hot like that." My face heats up at the way he smirks at me and tilts his head. "Like this too! I just mean… I am certain. And I wish for a mirror above the bed," I blurt before he changes form. "Please?"

"You never need to plead with me, Jeffrey ," he answers, and on my name, his voice is a growl, because he is already becoming violet-colored and changing into the incubus I first found .

With an altered cock that I hadn't seen yet beyond a shadow through his loincloth.

Whoa .

The head has lengthened, thinner than before, almost like its own version of his spaded tail point. It gets very quickly thicker down the shaft, where a row of ridges start after the first two inches, and eventually reaches a...

I don't know what. It's not a bulb or a knot but a ring . There is literally a ring, like a much thicker ridge than the others, and it's all around his shaft, before it gets to his base. Imagining that pushing inside me and grazing my rim makes my mouth water.

This is my biggest, and I suck Odai back down my throat to see if his taste changed.

Odai groans, and that is the sort of good morning I want to wake up to forever. He doesn't taste any different. Still heady and spiced and worth going in for more. Odai returns to sucking me too, and motion above me reminds me of my other wish.

I can see us in the mirror that now spans the entirety of my bed—Odai like some gargoyle, with wings, and horns, and his tail twitching, while I am in full agreement of his attack, bobbing in and out of view beneath him as I take in his cock.

I can see just enough to know when Odai's tail moves to where my legs are parted, and my hips rock back. Like the night we met, the tail teases my entrance and penetrates just slightly inside, making me whine around Odai's cock .

I come, no warning that I was about to, just bliss.

But Odai hasn't come yet.

" Please …" I pull off him again, watching in the mirror as Odai swallows and laps up my spill. "Please, Odai… I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me, just as you are. I can come again. I know I can."

"I don't doubt it," he says.

He flaps his wings to turn mid-air and lands back on top of me with a gentle bounce of the mattress. I spread my legs wider. He is so breathtaking like this. I haven't seen his horns since that first night. Or his wings. Or the points to his ears.

He's incredible.

His tail probing again to open me up is pretty incredible too.

" Fuck ." I drop my head back, and there we are again, in the mirror. I'm already twitching to renewed hardness. I glance again at Odai's cock. It has been a year, and I do not own any adventurous enough toys to compare to him.

"Do you require protection?"

"What?" I snap my eyes to his. "Do I? Do you ? I mean… you're basically magic, right?"

"Yes." Odai offers a sharp, alluring smile. "With me, it is unnecessary, but as I tried to impart to Mattie to no avail, an important practice with those other than me."

No wonder she died of syphilis.

"Jeffrey? "

"I know! And I always use protection, it's just been a long time since needing it was a thing. If it's unnecessary with you, then we don't need anything. I mean lube would be good."

"Jeffrey, I might be a bit much for you, but rest assured," Odai says, as his tail continues to stretch me, and then slowly, slowly, slides out, leaving me empty and aching for it, "I am made for this. For you. To fulfill your desires and give you pleasure."

I laugh as if that is somehow funny instead of intimidatingly hot. "S-self-lubricating cock then?"

He blinks and tilts his head. "Aren't they all?"

"Yeah, I mean, sure, but not enough to—"

The searing hot and absolute slickness of Odai makes my mind go blank as his head slides in where his tail widened me. Way more self-lubricating than normal precum, and all heat . Odai bucks deeper into me, and I… I watch us in the mirror. As he enters me, my hair is fanned out around me, my lips parted and panting.

Odai looks too, our eyes meeting in our reflection—my hazel ones and his gleaming amethyst. He is on his knees and tilts my hips back further, so the view is even clearer as he spears me.

Those ridges . Toys cannot compare because they do not have the same feel, the same heat, the same… shit, skill as real hips at their base. Odai angles and slides his ridges deeper, and before I realize how much of the thicker part of his cock is in me, I feel his ring .

There is no way I can take that, but I feel it push against my rim. I want it. I want it in me too, but there is no way .

Odai must see that and pulls slowly out to thrust back in, bucking up against the same obstacle of me just not being nearly wide enough to take him all. But the almost there thrusts, the deep grooves of his ridges, feel like beads going in and out of me. Not to mention the way it looks. I don't care if it's vain—I am fucking hot being taken like this.

With Odai, I look so beautiful.

Not just beautiful. Not just hot.

I look right .

Odai bucks harder, and the stretch as the ring tries to push inside makes me cringe. The pullback when it grazes my rim like his tail or tongue is incredible, but it is way too much when my hole tries to take it. It's been too long. I can't. But how far he is inside me isn't as deep as I want him.

I groan, rocking into Odai's thrusts, and trying to will my body to get with the program. This is so good, fucking amazing—just open up already!

I cringe again when the ring pushes too far.

"Jeffrey…" Odai rumbles, drawing my eyes from the mirror to meet his.

If this is the part when he finally sucks my soul out, he can have it. But I'm not really worried about that. No monster could wear an expression like Odai's, the way his glowing eyes gaze at me like he too thinks I'm beautiful and desirable and right .

He slows his thrusts, and the gentle, shallow rocking is better/worse because I need more .

"While it pleases me that you enjoy this form," he says, "perhaps we should start simpler, hmm? Or you could wish to be able to take me."

"No." I rock on his cock, trying again to take the ring on my own. I can't. But one day, damn it, I will. "I want to earn it. So, um, yeah, I wish to start simpler."

Odai shifts human, and with a gradual windup of more shallow thrusts, he pushes fully inside me with a slam.

" Ah !"

He drags his claws down my neck, then taps one to my lips.

I tongue it. He is human now, but he kept his claws for me.

Odai thrusts again, and fuck yes , this is what I want.

I take hold of him with my ankles and buck into every one of his slams. I'm close again, so wound up from that ring , the whole fucking feel of him like that, like this, and the little incubus bits he kept, like his fangs, glinting down at me.

"When you come…" I say, meeting his quickening pace, so I know he's close too, "feed it to me while holding my head."

Odai's eyes flash purple and hold their glow, all the way until he pulls free of me, slides up my body, and shoots his load onto my tongue and lips, with his claws digging into my scalp.

Who's boring now? I think, as I look at our reflections again while licking my lips clean. I've never tasted spunk like Odai's before, simple and salty but also… spiced .

"Oh-ohhh!" I feel it before I see that Odai has moved down my body and is grazing his fangs up my shaft so slowly that I—I—!

He swallows me as I come, and I stutter up against his face like I'm convulsing. I think I am convulsing. He really must have sucked out some of my soul because I am spent. Like, curl up and sleep the morning away done. It is my day off. I'm allowed.

Odai's grin, smile still fanged, even if his skin isn't purple anymore, is… perfect. Right . This feels so right. I like the mirror, but looking at Odai, right here, climbing up my body again and blocking my view of us, is honestly better.

"Odai?"

"Yes, Jeffrey?"

"Can I wish for you to hold me?"

"Always, beautiful one."

I like that he stays in something sort of between forms. No wings. No horns. Either would kind of get in the way of cuddling. But he turns purple again as if he knew I'd love it.

I do like seeing us in the mirror. Not only because we're naked and sweaty and seriously hot looking, but because in Odai's arms, I feel closer to some version of a better me. He doesn't think I'm boring or wrong or incomplete. But that's because, with him, I'm not. Even more than when I'm pretending to be Mattie.

I left the zip-up he bought me on a hanger on the doorhandle of my closet. I haven't worn it yet, but I knew if I put it away, I'd just shove it into the back forever. Having to see it each morning reminds me that I owe Odai wearing it someday. I owe me. I just wish I had any ideas about how and what to wear it with that won't make me feel wrong again.

"Jeffrey?"

"Yeah?"

Odai talks to me through our reflections, dragging his claws up and down the side of my hip. "I do not pry, as I told you, but because we are connected, I sense your turmoil."

"You do?"

"You have desires you do not voice to me."

I close my eyes. It's easier to admit this without looking at myself. "Because I don't know what they are. I don't understand them. I don't know what I want. I'm sorry."

"Jeffrey," he whispers softer, and I turn my head, opening my eyes again. Purple Odai is too beautiful to want me, but somehow, he does. "You do not need to be sorry. You feel… not enough like you in this body, is that it?"

"No. Not exactly?" I snuggle closer, so I'm looking more at the violet expanse of his chest than his eyes. "It's not… body dysmorphia, thinking my body is the wrong one for me. I'm wrong. I'm just out of reach of being me, and I don't know what me is. Which makes it worse, because how do I fix something when I can't explain how it's wrong?

"Sometimes, I feel beautiful like you call me. Sometimes, I believe it, and I love those moments. The rest of the time, I'm just… not the right me, but I don't know why or what is, and every day I can't figure out who that person should be, I feel like less of myself. I just wish it would click, you know, and I'd finally know why I feel wrong so much of the time."

Odai's arms around me hold a little tighter. "And I wish I could grant that for you, Jeffrey, but I am afraid it is something you must discover for yourself."

I didn't even realize I'd said wish .

I blink back the tears that hearing that brings to the surface because, yeah, that figures.

"It would be going against my nature to solve it for me, right? I get it." It helps to have told him though, since…

Oh wow.

I've never told anyone that before.

"Odai?" I realize it's pretty shitty to keep parts of his past from being known to me, no matter how scared I am to learn it, when he is so accepting of every part of me. "Can I ask you about the only man you ever loved?"

Oda i

I expected this question sooner. When it didn't come, I feared the worst.

Finally, another of the right questions.

"What would you like to know about him?"

Jeffrey looks into my eyes. He only looked away for his own sake. He has no trouble looking at me for mine, no matter what presentation of my form I take. "Who was he? What happened between you two? Were you still human when you knew him?"

So many right questions. "I was human, yes," I begin, and because I was, I shift human again to tell the tale. "In Babylon, the hierarchy of people was... strict. There was the king and his royal line, priests and priestesses to the gods, those who owned land, those who did not but were still free, and slaves."

"You were a slave?"

"Not initially. I was born free. My family even owned land when I was a boy. But we came into great debt and were sold into slavery to pay for it. The slavery was only meant to be temporary, and although separated, we could work together to pay it off and one day be free again.

"I eventually found my way into the royal palace as an entertainer, a dancer, and storyteller, as I told you. I was the prince's favorite. My hair was longer then. The prince liked me enough that he allowed me to grow in my beard as well. Still short, mind you, as beards were a symbol of strength and power then, and as a slave, I had none."

Jeffrey touches my cheek, like he is trying to imagine stubble on it. I have not been able to grow a beard since I was cursed .

"Dance after dance, performance after tall tale, the prince summoned me again and again. Sometimes in larger company, sometimes only the two of us. Over the years, I thought we had become friends. I thought he felt some inkling for me what I had begun to feel for him. Then, one day, I tried to kiss him."

Jeffrey shifts up the bed so our eyes are more parallel, and although I will always be the larger between us, it feels like he is now holding me. I have told this story very infrequently, because most of my masters never inquire about it. "He didn't feel the same way?" Jeffrey asks.

"I don't know. At the time, the king's favored of the clerics were those dedicated to the god Enki, mostly for that god's connection to magic. One such priest was the king's most trusted advisor. He caught us. Caught me stealing that kiss. He told the king, and I was punished for it."

"Because you were both men?" Jeffrey asks in a furious whisper.

A common guess at any point in this world's history but not the reason. "Because I was a slave, and I was initiating. I was not my own master. Therefore, surely, I must be some seductor, some daemon come to claim the prince's soul. If he had chosen to bed me on his own, it might have been different, but I was the pursuer when I was not allowed to pursue.

"Normally, our judicial system was quite fair and forgiving, but where the king's son was concerned, he left the verdict and my punishment to his priest."

"The priest did this to you?" Jeffrey is still angry but also in awe. "He turned you into what you are with magic? With magic from a god?"

"I cannot say whether gods exist, but magic, power, that is very real."

"But why did the priest do this? It's so extreme for a kiss."

"Perhaps he wanted the prince for himself. Perhaps he simply did not like me. Perhaps he did not like a slave daring to take something for themselves. Regardless, now..." My tongue trips on what I intend to say for it has not been directly asked of me.

"Now what?" Jeffrey presses. "If what you are is a punishment, what does that mean? You need to fulfill wishes, you need to fulfill desires and be… intimate, but the more you succumb to that, the more wishes you grant, the more you need to, right?"

"Yes." Yes, understand, Jeffrey, please.

He takes hold of my face, delicate fingers at the edges of my hair. "Promise me—no. I wish for you to tell me the truth. Do you really want to grant what I ask? Do you want to be with me, or is it all only because you have to?"

Those are not the right questions, but my answers are easy. "Yes, I want to. I want you." I place my hands over his. "I swear to you, Jeffrey. I promise you. With you, those answers are always yes."

He looks so relieved, always worrying that I might not truly want him, when he is easy to want, and I am the one who will wear out my welcome. "Then I guess I just need to keep wishing and giving you what you need, right?" He kisses me, but all I can think is…

I wish that was enough.

"Do you know what else I wish?" Jeffrey whispers.

Every time he says it, every time it is something I can grant, the elation is immediate, followed by an equally immediate dread once a wish is granted because, eventually, I will crave more than he can ask for.

"I wish for you to tell me something you wish, Odai."

Oh, my sweet, beautiful Jeffrey. "I wish to stay with you, to hold you and pleasure you, to watch movies and play Sudoku with you."

He laughs. "I wish that too. That means you have to make sure it happens, right?"

"I will do everything in my power to ensure it does."

We lean toward each other for another kiss—when an eruption of noise sounds from outside. Voices, one louder than the others as if on a megaphone.

Mrs. Sherman's voice, however muffled, is distinct.

"What the hell?" Jeffrey hurries out of bed. "Um… I wish we were dressed and presentable."

I grant it, and although Jeffrey looks distraught to have to face whatever awaits us downstairs, he runs around the bed to take my hand and drags me after him to the main floor .

Outside Madame Mattie's is exactly what loud voices and one on a megaphone sounded like. Mrs. Sherman leads a group of protesters, currently gathered outside our front door.

To continue granting Jeffrey's wishes, I may have to eliminate that woman sooner than planned.