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“In a manner of speaking. The man that offered me this-” I pointed back and forth between us, “-said that we must be together. In the way you are with your shivering blue stick.”
While I would much rather have had her soft hands - or more - on my knob, I was relieved she seemed to be taking my warnings seriously.
If I hadn’t already been made of wood, I’d be stiff as a board at the sight.
“But, I mean, it can’t hurt anything, right? I mean, women fuck cucumbers and bedposts and balloons and shit. This isn’t that weird, right?”
“It’s not that I think you’re gonna knock me up with little, uh, trapdoors, or something, it’s that I only trust lysol so much and doorknobs are kinda germ magnets. No offense. Hopefully that doesn’t fuck with the mojo but I don’t need to explain a UTI from this.”
she smoothly flipped to rest on all fours, her ass now facing me - and my glistening, waiting knob.
Tana held her breath, rocking back to slowly impale herself on her front door. “Oh…god, it’s so big. I…I don’t know if I can…”
Something about being called a good door made my human legs feel weak and shaky.
“My big, strong door. You did such a good job protecting me, saving me, making me feel so amazing.”
“So, Hera also said that you’ll turn back into a door every full moon, so we’ll need to repeat this when you transform so I can bring you back with my magic pussy.”
