you’re lovely too.” She leaned over to him where he squatted beside her and kissed him on the mouth.
She had not done that before. The effect was potent. Arlo’s whole being seemed to funnel into that meeting of their lips, and he felt as if he were turning, around and around and end over end. It was sheer, confusing bliss. LOE had described kissing many times, often shortly before the ellipses that annoyingly concealed the mechanics of reproduction—but the reality was beyond his expectations.
Suddenly the falling and twisting were literal. Ex pushed herself off the ledge, and almost took him with her. Arlo found himself clinging to the rough rim by one hand, his other arm about her, while his feet scrambled for some toehold.
In a moment his experienced toes found that lodging, and the terror of his incipient fall abated. “What were you doing!’’ he cried in fury.
“I slipped.” Her attitude was blithe.
“You did not! You—”
She scrambled up, treating him to another view of her newly mysterious bottom, and ran down an adjacent passage. Again he pursued, furious.
This tunnel was even tighter than the other. Ex wriggled through just ahead of him and finally emerged in the main passage. But Arlo, following too closely, blinded by mixed lust and anger, got jammed again. This time he was really wedged, his hips so tight against the stone that he could neither advance nor retreat without exquisite pain. He was stuck upright, facing into the passage.
Ex looped back when she found he wasn’t chasing her. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m caught. I can’t move,” he said hotly.
“Really?” She sounded pleased.
“Well, what does it look like!”
She leaned forward to peer closely at his midsection. Her newly developing breasts assumed more form in this position. In time, he knew, they would resemble those of Verthandi, large and full. Later, perhaps, they would become pendulous, like those of the other Norns, and less stimulating. But this nascent quality was now immensely provocative. “I think it’s rising,” she said.
“My hips are what’s stuck!” he said. “Help me out!”
“Yes, it’s definitely getting big.”
“Shut up about that!” he exclaimed in a fury of embarrassment. Though he had scant sexual shame and was proud of the erection he could muster, he did not want it in this particular situation. It tended to show his ignorance, and it reminded him of the touch and interest of the Norns. What had they said about it? “This rod transfixes... ?” But he had no control.
Ex danced very close, turning and thrusting out her rear so that it almost brushed him. “Why don’t you...”
Arlo suffered an abrupt clarification of motive. He knew where to put his hardened organ! He lunged at her, uncertain whether he intended rape or mayhem or both. But the rocks held fast, and he got a searing bolt of pain in the flanks. He was so angry he could hardly see her, yet he lusted for her with an intensity he had never known could exist. Yes, he knew what to do—when he had the chance!
“Kootchie-koo!” Ex sang, this time actually touching his member.
Arlo got smart. He twisted instead of pushing straight forward. Skin scraped from him on either side, and the very bone seemed to be compressed—but he wrenched free, sliding out of the constriction.
But Ex was gone. She was now as fleet as he, and she knew the caverns well enough to hide from him indefinitely. He could not catch her.
Perhaps it was just as well. He had bargained with Chthon to preserve her life, but in that moment he would gladly have killed her himself.
“The minionette?” Coquina repeated, and now the stress lines showed on her face, making her look older.
“Father said I could ask you now,” Arlo said, his muscles tightening nervously. Now, for once, he was glad of the required clothing that helped conceal the tensions of his body. “Doc Bedside said the minionette was death like the salamander—that they
She had not done that before. The effect was potent. Arlo’s whole being seemed to funnel into that meeting of their lips, and he felt as if he were turning, around and around and end over end. It was sheer, confusing bliss. LOE had described kissing many times, often shortly before the ellipses that annoyingly concealed the mechanics of reproduction—but the reality was beyond his expectations.
Suddenly the falling and twisting were literal. Ex pushed herself off the ledge, and almost took him with her. Arlo found himself clinging to the rough rim by one hand, his other arm about her, while his feet scrambled for some toehold.
In a moment his experienced toes found that lodging, and the terror of his incipient fall abated. “What were you doing!’’ he cried in fury.
“I slipped.” Her attitude was blithe.
“You did not! You—”
She scrambled up, treating him to another view of her newly mysterious bottom, and ran down an adjacent passage. Again he pursued, furious.
This tunnel was even tighter than the other. Ex wriggled through just ahead of him and finally emerged in the main passage. But Arlo, following too closely, blinded by mixed lust and anger, got jammed again. This time he was really wedged, his hips so tight against the stone that he could neither advance nor retreat without exquisite pain. He was stuck upright, facing into the passage.
Ex looped back when she found he wasn’t chasing her. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m caught. I can’t move,” he said hotly.
“Really?” She sounded pleased.
“Well, what does it look like!”
She leaned forward to peer closely at his midsection. Her newly developing breasts assumed more form in this position. In time, he knew, they would resemble those of Verthandi, large and full. Later, perhaps, they would become pendulous, like those of the other Norns, and less stimulating. But this nascent quality was now immensely provocative. “I think it’s rising,” she said.
“My hips are what’s stuck!” he said. “Help me out!”
“Yes, it’s definitely getting big.”
“Shut up about that!” he exclaimed in a fury of embarrassment. Though he had scant sexual shame and was proud of the erection he could muster, he did not want it in this particular situation. It tended to show his ignorance, and it reminded him of the touch and interest of the Norns. What had they said about it? “This rod transfixes... ?” But he had no control.
Ex danced very close, turning and thrusting out her rear so that it almost brushed him. “Why don’t you...”
Arlo suffered an abrupt clarification of motive. He knew where to put his hardened organ! He lunged at her, uncertain whether he intended rape or mayhem or both. But the rocks held fast, and he got a searing bolt of pain in the flanks. He was so angry he could hardly see her, yet he lusted for her with an intensity he had never known could exist. Yes, he knew what to do—when he had the chance!
“Kootchie-koo!” Ex sang, this time actually touching his member.
Arlo got smart. He twisted instead of pushing straight forward. Skin scraped from him on either side, and the very bone seemed to be compressed—but he wrenched free, sliding out of the constriction.
But Ex was gone. She was now as fleet as he, and she knew the caverns well enough to hide from him indefinitely. He could not catch her.
Perhaps it was just as well. He had bargained with Chthon to preserve her life, but in that moment he would gladly have killed her himself.
“The minionette?” Coquina repeated, and now the stress lines showed on her face, making her look older.
“Father said I could ask you now,” Arlo said, his muscles tightening nervously. Now, for once, he was glad of the required clothing that helped conceal the tensions of his body. “Doc Bedside said the minionette was death like the salamander—that they
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