Squeak

by Vera Valentine

One night, we weren’t careful enough and lost track of time, waking up entangled to a furiously shrieking Zina. In a rage, she’d forced us out of our human forms and locked us in separate plastic boxes, the sides and tops studded with sharp, enchanted pins.

That's actually really sad. .

Seb tossed his head back with a gasp, his end unknotting with a snap on my tongue before hot, thin jets of funnel cake icing flowed out to soothe the sting.

I mean. Funnel cake icing sounds delightful

As he reluctantly dragged himself from between my lips, the soft, slow hiss of Seb’s deflating cock

Not the balloon deflating... T_T

I normally didn’t warm up to random guys so quickly, especially after the allergic-to-polite-refusals assholes on campus, but Sebastian was different. I liked his energy, it was…lighter, somehow.

Aww because he's a balloon

My brain might still consider Keane an unredeemable douchecanoe, but my body was ready to run through a field of flags as red as my namesake to get to him.

Same

“Fuck, why do you smell so good?” There was that growl again, evaporating every last ounce of sense in my head. Hell, I could ask him the same thing - there was the faintest whiff of burnt sugar, something like dessert wafting off of him.

It was a shallow bite, but the faint taste of copper told me I apparently hadn’t fucked around about it. He tasted as sweet as caramel, which was completely impossible, and my senses filled with a soft hiss and a whiff of ozone.

She popped him lol

With one more powerful drive of his hips, that bulge locked up tight against my G-spot, sending me gushing arousal in the most powerful, puzzling climax of my life. A sharp squeaking sound filled the room as he rocked against me, eagerly chasing his peak.

Lol okay

With a mischievous grin, she aggressively wrestled me on the carpet for long moments, giggling wildly. When I caught my breath from laughing, she shoved me against the wall, bending over in front of me and taunting me to take her again. As eager as I was, I couldn’t move a muscle, a predicament that Keane laughed uproariously at - she called the magic static electricity and seemed oddly excited it ‘finally messed up my perfect hair.’

This is cute and hilarious

We’d eventually figured out that a tulpamancer could change our shape in very interesting ways, too. With deft fingers, and several assurances nothing hurt, she’d twisted Kean’s shaft into a temporary row of small, round bubbles instead of the thick column that both she and I were so fond of. After that had come the pleasant revelation that she enjoyed something else I did, too. As I buried myself knot-deep in her cunt from underneath her, Keane teased and penetrated her ass one small sculpted bubble at a time, pulling out at her moment of climax exactly as she’d begged us to.

Girl...