Chapter 150: Turning PointsAlexandraErin on May 10, 2013 in Volume 2 Book 5: Nasty Disturbing Uncomfortable Things, Volume 2: Sophomore Effort
In Which Mackenzie Gets In Touch With Her Feminine Side
“Sorry I was gone for so long,” I said to Amaranth when I got back to our room.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I wasn’t really expecting you to come back right away, unless you didn’t find Nicki in her room. It’s okay for you to spend time with friends aside from hanging out with me… mother knows I have my own interests, too. And you don’t have to tell me what you talked about, if you think it would give away too much.”
“What do you mean, give away… oh, the game,” I said. “I actually forgot to bring that up… Nicki’s found her admirer.”
Inside the shared bathroom, the toilet flushed, followed by the sound of running water. I thought this was probably just Two or Dee preparing for bed, but then the door opened and Ian walked, half hard and completely naked.
“Is everything alright?” he said.
“Yeah, I was just telling Amaranth that Nicki’s found her admirer,” I said.
“Yeah, and I was just asking if everything was alright,” he said. “I mean, just saying she turned up doesn’t exactly specify whether it’s good news or bad news.”
“It seems to be good news?” I said. I hadn’t meant it to come out as a question, but hanging out with Nicki and Grace seemed to have had some effect on my inflections. “I mean, Grace seems nice… she’s kind of on the bottom rung of the ladder in Treehome, but she’s still part of that social structure.”
“Grace is kind of an unusual name for an elf,” Amaranth said.
“She’s kind of an unusual elf,” I said. “She likes human names and in theory she likes human relationships, it’s just… kind of an adjustment?”
Damn, there was the rising inflection again. Were question marks contagious? Or was my actual underlying uncertainty about Grace coming out now?
“What’s she look like?” Ian asked.
“Kind of amber-ish hair,” I said. “Like an elf, though. Billowy clothes, when she wears them, gauzy veil over her mouth.”
“Does she have a twin sister?”
“She has a sister who looks a lot like her,” I said.
“Okay, I know who you’re talking about,” he said.
“…we’ve been eating most of our meals at the same time as them for weeks now,” he said. “After a while, you start to notice people.”
“I don’t,” I said.
“Elves… or at least most surface elves… aren’t really Mack’s type, anyway,” Amaranth said.
“The girls I’m thinking of are almost kind of busty for elves,” Ian said. “Though I guess that could be a style thing, if most elves try to minimize their curves.”
“Yeah, I think you’ve got the right ones,” I said. “Glory’s the older sister. Grace is like her… vassal. She’s nice. Kind of… frantic?” There it was again. “And she needs to learn about tact and boundaries… or at least, she needs to learn more about them. I’m sure she understands how they work in Treehome just fine.”
“I’m guessing Nicki must like her,” Amaranth said.
“Yeah, they were three days into a love-fest when I knocked on the door,” I said.
“I kind of figured that, when you said that,” she said.
“I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on who it was,” Ian said.
“The heavily elven tables in the dining area are pretty much undifferentiated balls of lust and UST,” Amaranth said. “I might have noticed Grace longing for Nicki at some point, but she’s not the only one who’s had sexy thoughts about her. Honestly, with or without elven libidos, trying to untangle desires across a room that’s got a bunch of students packed together is like trying to listen to a bunch of conversations happening at once, which is basically what’s happening. If this Grace had ever interacted with Nicki directly in front of me, that would have been much easier… like tuning out the background noise to hear a conversation right in front of you.”
“So, you have no problem telling what I want right now, then?” Ian said, a smirk creeping across his face.
“I think even Mack could figure out what you want right now,” Amaranth said.
She reached down and brushed the tip of her fingernail underneath the head of his already-swelling dick, which stiffened even more with a visible lurch. They both looked at me expectantly, but while it was obvious that something sexual was about to happen, I didn’t actually know what he wanted.
“On your knees, baby,” Amaranth said helpfully.
“Wait, take off your clothes,” he said. “She should never be the only one who’s dressed in the room.”
It just went to show that even with a nymph in the room, communication was still important. Amaranth could tell what Ian wanted, but not what he was thinking. I went over to the hamper before I started to obey, in order to avoid any pre-emptive admonishment for temporarily placing my clothes on the floor before I put them away. My mind still rebelled a bit at the thought of putting a perfectly good clothes that had only been worn once into the laundry, but that wouldn’t be a good debate to have in the moment and I never thought about it except when Amaranth was having me disrobe.
“Don’t just leave your stuff sitting on the dresser like that,” Amaranth said when I’d put my belt and the contents of my jeans pockets there.
“…I don’t really have any other place for this stuff,” I said. “It never gets put away because I use it every day.”
“You can sort that out later,” Ian said. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You haven’t forgotten what I wanted you to do every night before you go to sleep?”
“No,” I said, which was true. It hadn’t been on my mind, but until I fell asleep without having thought to do it, I hadn’t really forgotten it.
“I thought I’d give you a hand with it the first night,” he said. “Well, not a hand… more like a little stimulation. Tonight, you’re going to touch yourself with one hand while you blow me.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Amaranth said.
Given that this was news to Amaranth, I wasn’t so oblivious as to have missed the fact that before I came back, Ian had been about to have sex with her. But if there had been any kernel of jealousy in me for that, it would have had a hard time sprouting when they both so fluidly yielded the floor to me now that I was back. Ian had probably come over looking for me and then eventually got tired of waiting.
I liked the increasing intimacy between them, and the thought of them doing things together… not just doing things, but also doing things… even when I wasn’t there.
“You know where to start,” Ian said, and I did.
Ian had been pretty vanilla at the start, but even then he’d had a… thing… for having his balls licked and kissed. I didn’t understand the appeal or what he got out of it, but I’d never found an upper limit on how much enthusiasm I could bring to it that the whole thing became too ridiculous for him to appreciate.
The familiar scent of Ian’s masculine musk stirred up the embers that had begun to glow when I’d been breathing in the reminders of Nicki’s long, frenzied weekend. My literal hunger had a way of getting turned around and wrapped up in my other fleshy desires sometimes, if I let them… or I wasn’t expecting them. A growl erupted from somewhere deep in the back of my throat… no, I growled.
“No,” Ian said, and he kneed me in the face, hard, the way that Callahan must have taught him in the arena. I felt my nose flatten and my vision went bright and then dark with pain. I fell back and whimpered. “Bad cunt.”
The word was both whip and balm.
“Try again,” he said.
When Ian had first learned I was a half-demon, he’d been terrified that I would eat him. Now he was confident enough about my control… his control of me, if not my self-control… that he could hear me growling with hunger and then invite me to taste his most vulnerable organs.
That confidence only strengthened his control. I could feel it surrounding me, encircling my neck like an invisible leash. I crawled forward, not less a beast than I’d been in the moment my hunger rose, but an eager, grateful beast. Ian smirked down at me as I gently touched the tip of my tongue to the bottom of his balls and began to lick.
“Kiss them,” he said. “Show me how you love them.”
And I did.
“Don’t forget your hand,” Amaranth said as I was just managing to really get into it. The obedient beast was momentarily shoved aside by the cringing imitation of a person, who’d been hoping everyone would forget it.
I’d never masturbated consciously before. Even beyond any mere thoughts of sex as dirty or lesbian sex as being more so, I’d had it impressed into my head that the whole… area… was beyond filthy, absolutely irredeemable. It was pretty much only a combination of my love for Amaranth and the self-evident purity of her perfect body that allowed me to pleasure her with my hand, and even after a year of doing so it still worked best when I didn’t think about it.
But I couldn’t do the same to myself without thinking about it.
…still, no one could expect me to run before I’d learned to crawl. All I had to do for now was touch myself between the legs, right? That was something I’d done before, incidentally when I was getting dressed, or when I was washing in the shower.
Just touching, that was all.
The thought stirred the echo of a memory in the recesses of my mind. Just touching… that’s what I’d told myself and others when Puddy had been preying on me, when she’d been touching me there. She was the only one who’d ever…
No, that wasn’t true. I pushed it away. Ian never used his hands exclusively… my discomfort was hard to miss, even without a nymph in the room for guidance… but he touched me there when he fucked me. Hell, fucking me was nothing but touching me there, and he’d done that more often and more recently. Focus on that, I told myself. Hold to that.
The image of Grace’s farewell to Nicki popped into my head… kissing her fingertips, and then putting them in Nicki’s crotch. It had been so fleeting, so spontaneous, and so tender. Who’d known touching could be so… touching?
I hadn’t felt any revulsion at witnessing the gesture, which shouldn’t have been surprising since I did in fact like women… that had been hard to come to terms with, but I had and it seemed like that should have been the end of my issues with womanly bits. I didn’t have this kind of problem with Amaranth’s intimate bits. I had less than no problem with Steff’s, and they were as much a woman’s parts as mine or Amaranth’s were… and if it came down to it, I probably would have been more comfortable with Nicki’s or Grace’s. I’d been in the room with both Grace and Dee when they were naked. I couldn’t think if I’d ever seen Pala naked, but for some reason it wasn’t hard to picture. She was a bit like a muscular Amaranth, or two of them…
They were all women, and if someone had put a blessed dagger to my throat I probably could have at least quietly admitted that they were all attractive. The mess between my legs wasn’t functionally all that different from what most of them had, so why should I be so hung up on it that I couldn’t bring myself to put my fingers there?
…except that somehow I had, somehow I was, I was doing it, just like my mouth had somehow wrapped itself around Ian’s dick while I’d been corralling my thoughts… Amaranth was standing up over and behind me, locked in an embrace with Ian, my head between the two of them. I wondered what else I’d missed, but I had to admit it was a nice place to find myself.
As soon as I became conscious of what I was doing, though, I wasn’t doing it anymore, and I ended up choking a bit even as Ian blew his load. I managed to take it and then extricate myself without losing whatever dignity there was in sucking cock. Amaranth stooped down next to me and hugged me tightly.
“Okay… that was hotter than expected,” Ian said. “Are you okay, though?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry.”
“I was actually thinking about… well… girls the whole time,” I said, blushing uncontrollably to admit this. Yes, I’d come to terms with liking girls, and I was far from anything like a virgin, but even right after doing something like that, it still felt odd to be talking about my desires, even obliquely.
“…you weren’t thinking about Steff while you were blowing me, were you?” he asked. As soon as he said that, I could see he might have come to that conclusion.
“Not just her, or even mainly her,” I said. “I wasn’t imagining I was blowing someone else… I guess if anything, I was imagining touching someone else. But I even wasn’t really going that far. I was just… thinking and doing.”
“That’s how masturbation usually works,” Amaranth said. “And there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“…I’m not sure, but I think… I think that maybe I could learn to enjoy it,” I said.
“Most people do,” she said. She giggled. “So, do you think you’ll be able to… handle it yourself… for the rest of the week?”
“I think so, ma’am,” I said.
“Dang,” Ian said. “I mean, I know it was my idea, but after tonight, I was kind of looking forward to helping some more.”