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Spencer

I must admit, it's a bit tricky to have a conversation with somebody you're really into while you're busy leaping across clouds. Maybe it makes me gross to think of it, but at least I get to watch Delaney bouncing around. The jiggle that woman has is unmatched.

We keep getting glimpses of Rush in the distance before he'll disappear somewhere, usually reemerging with a loud cacophony of shrieks.

We get a flash of his blue ass as he cackles like the demon he is and then he's switching directions and disappearing again.

It's a bit like chasing after a toddler, really.

“Think we could trap him with a bowl of mashed potatoes or something? This is way more work than I wanted to put into this endeavor,” Delaney wheezes.

I'm right there with her though. As much work as it is to play football, it's got nothing on the muscles it takes to cloud jump.

My thighs are burning, and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to go.

Saladriel has shifted to his unicorn-self which seems perfect for this sort of environment, which makes sense, but poor Wil is basically having one long asthma attack.

“Only sweet potatoes here,” Saladriel reminds us. Let me tell you, it's a bit jarring to hear a human voice come out of a Unicorn. But damn he's pretty.

Eventually, it becomes too much for Wilford to handle. He collapses onto his knees then flops onto his back and waves us on. “You... continue... without me. Cull the weakling. I'm not worthy.”

“I'm guessing you didn't bring your inhaler?” I ask Wil, just to be sure.

We actually went to the same elementary school, so I've known him for a while. We've never really been friends, but I guess that's about to change.

He's really struggling. “Delaney, you might have to... you know . Are his lips turning blue, or is that just me?”

Delaney doesn't hesitate to throw herself down beside the suffocating goat shifter, leaning over him. There's real concern on her face and I’m happy that Wil’s found somebody that appreciates his uniqueness.

“Fuck. You don't look so good there, Willy-boy. You're freaking me out.”

It's like a death scene from a movie in slow-mo. I can tell Delaney's weighing her options, thinking about Wil's hang ups with kissing, but I think he'll forgive her for crossing that boundary if it's literally to save his life.

“I'm going to have to kiss you, okay Wil? I'm going to heal you. I don't know what else to do for you right now; you can hate me for it later.”

She kisses like it's an art form. As she lays beside him and pulls his face toward her, I can't help but think about the kiss I got from her under similar circumstances.

Maybe it wasn't life or death, but it would have been a big deal if I wouldn't have been able to play in that game.

I'm not ashamed to admit I have wet dreams about her several times a week at this point.

I think Saladriel is trying his hardest not to watch, still trying to be grumpy for whatever reason, Rush told me all about that; but he keeps sneaking side glances at the couple.

And that's exactly what they look like. Wil has rolled into her now, wrapped his arms around her, and he's kissing her with even more confidence than he did earlier.

After it goes on for a few minutes, I think they've forgotten the reason they started kissing in the first place.

They're just doing it now because it's fun. I can see Wil’s hands fluttering around, trying to figure out where he's allowed to touch her, and her trying very hard to go against her bodysmith nature and respect his boundaries.

I know she's wanting him something fierce because I can feel exactly how strong her lust is.

There’s nothing to hide behind here, so I just let the hard-on happen.

It's nice, actually.

“My turn!” Rush yells as he suddenly appears from nowhere and tries to wedge himself between Wil and Delaney.

Wil is in shock for an entirely different reason now, and Delaney is so thrown off by the sudden change of person in front of her that it takes her a beat too long to grab Rush’s arm and lock him down. But this is why I'm here.

I grab the demon rope I've taken to carrying with me everywhere out of my back pocket, and I throw it like a lasso around Rush’s head.

It instantly immobilizes him, leaving him unable to do little else but wag his eyebrows at Delaney.

And maybe gesture to his enormously hard cock, but I think he’d find a way to do that no matter what we did to him.

“Where did you even come from? And Wil, you breathing easier now?”

Wil looks like he's just seen light for the first time. He vaults over Rush and throws himself back at Delaney, who has no choice but to be pushed back into the clouds with him on top of her.

In a feat of strength I didn't think Wilford had, he pries her knees apart so he can kneel there, and once again kisses the ever living shit out of her. Delaney’s lust fires up again, and I lose focus on the demon.

Luckily at this point all the aerobic activity has cleared his head a bit, and he's more or less back to himself.

“Whew, that was a rush!” And then he starts laughing hysterically at his stupid joke.

“We're not making very good progress,” Saladriel comments.

Wil scrambles backwards and helps Delaney up, then stands there trying to cover up his crotch like we don't know exactly what's happening there.

“Can I have that?” Delaney asks, gesturing towards the demon leash I've grabbed once more.

I hand it over gladly and she wraps it around her fist several times until there’re only a few inches separating her and Rush. “On your knees, Demon.”

Her growl sends shivers down all of our spines at the same time, and weirdly, all of us end up on our knees.

“You think you can run from me? What if something happened to you? What if you got lost? What if we couldn't get to you?”

Rush rolls out his bottom lip in a pout and bats his eyes. It only makes Delaney narrow her eyes further at him.

“I'm... sorry?”

“You should be. Let me tell you how things are going to go, okay? You don’t so much as breathe without my permission. You are mine . That means you stay the fuck next to me, or I will make sure that godsdamned perfect dick you have never works properly again, you feel me?”

“Yes, mis—”

“And another thing. If I have to choose between chasing your blue ass around or making sure that my absolute sweetheart of a mate Wil doesn’t overtax himself, I will let you walk yourself right off these clouds and let you deal with the repercussions yourself.”

Fuck me why is this so hot?

“You disobeyed me, Rush. You took off and made us chase you all over this fucking realm and then you just pop back in when it suits you? I don’t think so. You’ll stay the fuck next to me— what are you doing?”

He’s done playing, is what he’s doing.

My whole body is buzzing from the leggings he’s peeling off of her, my eyes fixated on the skin he’s working to reveal.

Despite her protestations that she’s sweaty and there’s no way he wants his face anywhere near her right now unless a shower miraculously appears, he forges on, full steam ahead.

Also, a shower miraculously appears.

Saladriel moseys with intention to a slightly darker cloud just to the right of Delaney’s head and reaches down into it until an entire fucking handheld shower head emerges. Then he reaches in again and produces a bottle labeled, ‘Adult Fun Time Wash’. I shit you not.

Rush doesn’t question the weirdness of this exchange, he simply moves faster, getting Delaney completely naked from the hips down and reaching for the water and soap, staring her down while he does a thorough job of cleaning her.

The second those suds are gone from her body, he throws the showerhead and the soap bottle back to Saladriel and fucking dives between Delaney’s legs.

“Be mean to me again,” he pleads before he shoves his tongue inside of her.

“You fucking worried me sick, and I ought to castrate you for that. For worming your way under my skin and making me fucking want to keep you safe, and— oh my gods. Fuuuuck…”

I don’t know exactly what move he’s using, but she’s writhing and yanking his hair and enjoying the hell out of it. Literally? He’s got her flesh peeled far apart to fit his face there and looks like a demon possessed (oh my gods, these euphemisms come way too easy with him) as he devours her.

He wrenches an orgasm out of her, his whole body shaking from the effort he’s imbuing into this process and doesn’t let up until she’s screaming bloody murder and the lust is so thick that it sends me to my knees. I feel like I’m getting secondhand high from this.

She twitches a long time while Rush finishes her off, motorboating between her legs like it’s completely normal and not at all weird or off-putting.

It’s so fucking hard to not shove my hands in my pants and jack my self off, but when Delaney catches my eye, I decide that maybe it’s okay that I do exactly that.

She watches my movement, but I keep it classy by not pulling my monster-sized cock out of my pants completely, working myself within the confines of my stretchy joggers. It’s too good with her watching.

Being on my knees for this makes it a bit more of a challenge for some reason, but the eye contact she forces on me has my hand moving impossibly fast as I mentally replay everything Rush just did, wishing for not the first time I could touch her like that.

Wishing I had some ownership of some part of her, however small, so I could enjoy her and worship the fuck out of her.

Maybe it’s the little bit of bodysmith genes in me making it happen, but I swear to you my arm starts to burn as if it’s sitting on a hot stove.

Nothing visibly happens to it, but it’s pulsing in time with my ring finger, and I think it’s at that moment I decide to believe Rush.

I decide to accept that I’m meant for her, because somehow that’s the only thing clear in my head.