15. Jeffrey

Chapter fifteen

Jeffrey

N ot that I needed validation from other people to feel like this is the real me, but…

Fuck , it feels good to have Odai look at me like this.

To have him want me.

To have him want… me .

And I really want to know what it feels like to have his ring inside me.

He's already mostly transformed when he kisses me again and spreads my legs with the nudge of a knee. Denim shorts are not conducive to getting hard this fast. I keep bucking up, hoping to find friction, but Odai is too tall on his knees.

He licks his long, forked tongue over my Adam's apple, and as I tip my head back, there I am in the mirror. Me. Finally .

"I am going to make you so wet, beautiful one, so relaxed and ready for me, you will open like the flower you are."

I want to correct him, because being a flower seems too feminine now—until I remember flowers can have both male and female parts in the same bloom and are literally called bisexual flowers. Demi-gendered would have been a better name.

I can be a flower.

Odai keeps kissing me. My mouth. Down my neck. And while he does, his hands never stop exploring where the hems of my clothes give way to skin. His purple, claw-tipped fingers caress my neck, my sternum and sides, and the very high cut of my shorts. Then he is up inside the shorts again, and I really need some friction.

Odai surges more of his weight down and thrusts against me as if he heard that as a wish. I could grind like this all day and be happy, but I want that ring.

At last, Odai's wings unleash with a whoosh of air. He is naked just by having willed it to be true and grinds his thick cock against the front of my shorts. If they were any tighter, I'd pop a button. I kind of want to.

I really want to.

" Odai ."

" Jeffrey ," he husks back. "Before I undress you, I have a suggestion for a wish."

"Y-yeah?"

"What undergarments are you wearing?"

My face goes hot. Hotter . I almost forgot. "Um, nothing? I was wearing boxer briefs, but you could see them past the hem of the shorts—"

"May I ask that you wish to be wearing undergarments like… lingerie?" His purple eyes shimmer after finding the word.

"Just so you can take them off?" I chuckle.

"Yes."

"Like a… lace thong?"

" Yes ."

My cock answers with another throb. "I wish… I was wearing a pale blue thong with a pink bow." Instantly, I feel its fabric against my skin, which is… weird but nice, given how rough denim is. I don't own anything lace. I might need to wish for more underwear like this.

Odai opens my shorts and pulls them partway down. I glance between us to see the thong, with its pink bow on the front and, well, I'm so hard, I'm already pushing out of its restrictions, and leaking through its thin, almost see-through fabric.

With the claws of his thumbs, Odai traces the lines where the thong meets skin, barely missing the head of my cock when he reaches where it's pushing past the hem. He bends closer and twirls his tongue through my precome, causing more of my cock to spring free.

Then Odai flips me so suddenly, I gasp. He must have willed my shorts away completely, because they're gone, and I hear them thud to the floor. He doesn't take off my boots but bends closer again and licks just to the side of where the thong flosses my crease .

It is so close to my hole, but not quite there. I start humping the mattress. The way the lace rubs against me while I'm bobbing my ass up and down helps. Finally, Odai pushes aside the fabric of the thong and flits his forked tongue inside me. It is hot and wet and pushes so deep, but his tongue is thinner than what I want.

Until his tail joins it.

" Oh ."

The head is so similar to the head of his cock. I moan at the thought of him fucking me like this with most of my clothes on. If he actually could fuck me with his tongue still inside me, I would be seriously impressed—and maybe not surprised—but I know it's his tail.

I rock back, taking it deeper. Since Odai's hands are free, he's massaging my ass cheeks and down the backs of my thighs, rumbling with this low, growl-like purr. He hoists my hips too high for me to keep humping the mattress, and I groan, but he slides one of his claw-tipped hands between my legs to grip my cock. I am so wet that he nearly loses hold of me on the first stroke.

" Fuck … Odai!"

Tongue and tail fuck me in time to more strokes. Only when my breathing gets so ragged and loud, that he has to know I'm close, does he stop. He doesn't take the thong off but removes tongue and tail to replace them with his true tip and fucks me with it on.

"Ah-ahhh! "

Odai slams all the way in to the start of the ring and does not take it slow. His thrusts are deep and steady like he is ravenous for me. My body knows his well now, but I still wonder if I can take the ring. It feels so good rubbing against my hole when he is buried inside me, rimming me with its thick ridge.

I glance over my shoulder at the mirror. I haven't taken my glasses off, the boots, or my top layers. Odai is fucking me nearly the same way I looked leaving Fluid Fashion, and I… I love seeing it. Being with Odai is better every time, but seeing us as… us , with me like this, and him purple and winged, is perfect.

"Take it, Jeffrey. You can take it, can't you?" Odai husks at my ear. He runs his tail tip, wet from stretching me, around my rim where the ring is trying to push inside. It slickens me further and feels amazing, but it is still not enough for the ring to do more than make me ache and cringe at its failed attempts to breach me.

Then something dawns on me. "Odai… I wish to be on top."

It is a thrill when he flips us this time, a blur of motion and exhilaration like the good parts of an amusement park ride. Odai, naked, but still horned and adorned in gold, is feral looking with his wings spread beneath him, spilling over the edges of the bed. I'm on top, and only now has the thong been banished, but I see it on the floor with my shorts.

I'm glad. I definitely want to keep that .

I am positioned in a way that Odai's tip is still inside me, and I lower myself onto him with a shudder, right to the start of his ring again. I reach for the zipper at my neck.

" No ." Odai's claws curl around my wrist. "Leave it." He touches the crop-top beneath, and that vanishes to reappear on the floor, but the zip-up stays on me.

Without the top, the way the zip-up is cropped is high enough to show my nipples. And to rub them, like how Odai does with the pads of his thumbs. Then again with flicks of his claws.

That makes me moan too. I keep riding him as he plays with them, lying there so gorgeously. So monstrously, but nothing like a monster.

" Ohhhh , that's so good." I drop my head back to look at us again. I am going to wish for a series of photographs of these views. I don't care if it's vain. I am me. Me . But I am even more me when Odai is with me.

I ride him slow, relaxed, and tingly from all the ways he keeps touching me. Thumbing my nipples. His tail wrapping around my cock. I bend to kiss him, to feel his forked tongue, and push back on his ring with more and more give stretching around it, until—

"Ah!"

It's in.

Oh fuck. Oh, fuck .

Odai grips my ass and holds me there, slowly rocking me on the ring so it doesn't pop out. It is so much . The most stretched I've ever been, but it doesn't… hurt. It burns just the right side of searing, and somehow, its ridges moving along the inside of my rim now is everything I wanted from the first time I envisioned this.

I rock with Odai, lifting upright as he holds my ass. Odai marvels up at me like I am something miraculous. He has always looked at me like that, but now, it's possessive and gleeful and heated, like his gaze could set me on fire. His cock sure has. I let him stretch me so wide, fuck inside me so deep, that he could fill me to the brim when he comes.

I want that. I want his come. Now.

"Faster," I say to his tail, and it wraps around my cock tighter with faster and faster twists.

I'm close. So close. I swear his ring twists like the coils of his tail as it rams into me. I feel every ridge along my insides, and the spade of his head is high enough that I could touch it through my belly.

Fill me up , I think.

Fill me.

Fill me!

"I wish for us to come! Together! Now!"

It is like an explosion in my gut, and my cry as I come breaks off with a croak. In the throes of our apex, I drop my head back to look in the mirror again, but it isn't me I want to see. It's Odai. It's us . And how happy we look to have this.

I don't try to dislodge myself until I feel Odai soften. I like feeling him there, and I am messy and gaping when he is gone. So gaping that his come spills out and coats his cock as I lay on his chest. I reach down to gather some of it and taste it. It's better than I imagine because it is mixed with the taste of me.

"May I taste us too?" Odai asks.

I feed him some on a fingertip, sliding it into his mouth past his fangs. His forked tongue slithers around my finger to take it, and I laugh.

So, this is what bliss really feels like.

Odai remains purple but turns into his partial form so he can more easily hold me, losing his wings and most of his sharpness, like his horns.

"I take it your time with SJ went well?"

I laugh again. "Yeah, I'd say so. Found out something important about myself. Turns out I'm a demiboy." I ready myself to explain—

"That makes sense."

"You know what that means?"

"All the flags at Fluid Fashion made me curious about what this age has embraced for identities. It led me down quite the, um, what do you call it? Rabbit hole." He chuckles. "You are between genders, not in the middle like a genderfluid individual, but closer to identifying male with a captivating feminine side."

I stare at him and how seriously perfect my purple boyfriend is, even if he'd say no one is perfect. "I think I'm going to have you explain that to everyone. You word it better. Makes it sound… kinda awesome. "

"It is. It is always awesome , Jeffrey, to know one's true self."

Less awesome when it hits me that if I know me, I'm supposed to know how to save him.

But I… I don't. My mind is completely blank.

"Is something wrong?" Odai hugs me against him.

"The other day at The Magic Shop, The Owner did a Tarot reading for me. It basically amounted to me being able to help you if I can become and trust in the real me. But now, here I am, and I... I don't know how to save you. I figured it would come to me, that suddenly everything would make sense. But there's nothing. I still have no idea what to do. Why is there nothing?"

Odai hushes me, because stupid, unfair tears are forming in my eyes again. "I am so sorry, beautiful one, that I worry you this much."

Now he's apologizing to me when he's the one I'm letting down? "I don't want to be worried, but… just like with how losing Madame Mattie's would destroy me, losing you would destroy me too. You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me. And not because of wishes. Or the sex. I mean, the sex is pretty great."

Odai laughs. His arms around me, whether purple or brown, with or without claws, feel more right to be held by than any other arms that have ever tried. "I may not be able to prevent you from losing me, but you will never lose Madame Mattie's. My plans will ensure your wish is granted. Although it pains me that, to accomplish my goals…" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"You need to get back to work?" I conclude.

"I am afraid so. It is time I finished my efforts toward ensuring Mrs. Sherman never stands in the way of Madame Mattie's again."

I wince at the reminder as we finally disentangle. Odai already cleaned us. I don't need wishes to want to keep him in my life, but his powers are useful. "You really think you can handle her?"

"Oh yes. What I have learned about Mrs. Sherman will make handling her easy."

"That would be amazing. I'm getting really sick of those fliers. Go on. I might bask a little before I get dressed again. Maybe the answer to saving you will come to me. I've only been the real me for, like, an hour." I chuckle, hoping to keep my spirits up with some forced mirth. Sprawling out on the bed and looking up at me in just the boots and zip-up is… well, I can say it.

Hot as hell.

Even with my glasses on.

Especially with my glasses on.

"I am happy, Jeffrey, that you were able to grant that wish for yourself."

"SJ helped."

"But you embraced it. "

I watch Odai get out of bed, and, in a blink, he is redressed and ready to head downstairs. He leans over to kiss me before he goes.

Once he's gone, I think of Mattie's journal and slip it out from beneath my pillow. Maybe she can inspire me toward an answer for saving Odai. She couldn't save him, but maybe through her, I can see more of the wrong questions to get closer to the right ones.

It's a little weird lying with my junk out as my skin cools from the afterglow, so I put the rest of my clothes back on before I read. The next entry is mostly just relaxing, and interesting, given everything Mattie writes about is history I love.

Until I get to one terrifying part near the end.

August 26, 1885, cont.

This was the first time I realized the incubus kills intentionally. Naturally, I confronted him. I might dabble in revenge and a little eye for an eye, but never outright murder. When pressed, he admitted to killing more than the ones I knew about, all in the name of keeping my interests, my wishes, safe.

I need to be rid of him or accept the guilt of his actions continuing to escalate, of him continuing to kill in my name.

"Odai!" I cry out. "I wish for you to be back here right now ."

Nothing happens. Is he not listening? I know he doesn't need to be in my presence for wishes to work.

It is time I finished my efforts toward ensuring Mrs. Sherman never stands in the way of Madame Mattie's again.

I reach for the amulet to try again and—

I'm not wearing it! What did I do with the amulet? I wore it to Fluid Fashion. I took it off when I changed into the new clothes and put it in my bag with the rest of what I wore there.

Which I dropped and left downstairs! My wishes were working before, so if they're not now…

Someone else has the amulet.

Odai

The back rooms to the offices of Curves are narrow and winding, easy to get lost in—or to remain hidden in. Mrs. Sherman has employees, personal trainers and the like, so she rarely needs to be on the floor of the workout center. After I sneak in through the back, where I assume she will be, it takes little effort to locate the primary office where she is clacking away on her computer .

Blocking her view to the office door is enough clutter, boxes and shelving, that she will not see me until my claws are at her throat. Given the scandal with her now ex-husband, compounded with her failure to discredit Madame Mattie's, making this look like she left town after those devastations will indeed be easy.

I ready myself to take that all-important first step into her office, but freeze right before I can, as a chill assaults me at the severing of my pact with Jeffrey.

I wish this coffee was still hot.

I can see Cas about to take a sip from her mug. She is wearing the amulet, prompting me to grant her wish. She startles at discovering the coffee is hot, like she wanted, as if freshly poured.

My compulsion to continue the fulfillment of Jeffrey's wishes falls away. I am reset. Yet I am unsure what to do. I must present myself to Cas. Being in possession of the amulet and making a wish is all the pact requires, but it is my custom that my owner understand as much as I can tell them and first says yes .

Jeffrey erupts from the second-floor staircase. He sees that Cas is wearing the amulet and rushes toward her, but not before another wish leaves her lips.

I wish this paperwork would do itself for once.

She turns away, not seeing that the paperwork on the checkout counter begins to float, rearrange its pages, and indeed "do itself. "

Jeffrey knocks the floating paperwork to the floor.

Dude, what the hell? Cas spins to face him.

Thought I saw a spider! Can I have my pendant back, please?

Huh? Oh, sorry. Couldn't resist trying it on. It fell out of your bag when you ran up for that booty call. She removes it and hands it back to Jeffrey. As soon as he comes into contact with the amulet, I reset again , but not to the start.

Jeffrey needn't make a fresh wish. Our pact is renewed, and I am un-paused from how I was torn from being in his service, reinvigorated to fulfill his every desire at all costs.

And to do that, Mrs. Sherman must die.

You're not helping me with these papers? I hear Cas call after Jeffrey, still seeing them clearly with how vivid my connection is whenever new or renewed.

Sorry! This is an emergency! Be back soon!

He rushes for the back door, and my vision recenters on where I am, on Mrs. Sherman at her desk. I hear Jeffrey make his own wish as he is on the move.

Odai, I wish to know where you are. Are you at Curves?

Yes , I echo in his mind.

I wish for you to not hurt Mrs. Sherman! Do not kill her! Do you understand me?

I do, but I can feel the compulsion growing, drawing me forward despite his dissent. I understand, I think to him, but you must understand too. I can only fulfill that wish for so long.

What ?!

I ready my claws and step further into the office. Even if you wish for me not to, if Mrs. Sherman continues to stand in the way of your primary wish, I will not be able to stop myself.