Page 36 of Nine Inch Nasty (Hemlock Academy #9)

He groans. “I hate calling it that, but kind of? And before you ask, I never even got close to sharing this with Shelly.”

“Oh my gods, it’s like those gender reveal toys I had as a kid where I had to dip them in water to tell me whether I had a boy or girl baby. Which I always thought was kind of stupid, but it’s still fun, you know?”

“Right…um, what?”

Cory pipes in from their spot in the lineup, which is all very quiet. Suspiciously so. “People are so obsessed with other people’s genitals.”

I peek around Skylar. “Am I allowed to be obsessed with Skylar’s? I mean, come on. This sounds wicked cool.”

Skylar pulls down his briefs slowly, and the rest of my mates are holding their breath, trying to see his dick. Weirdos.

But…it’s literally just a flat, smooth front. No dangly bits. The dangly bits are kind of my favorite. “I don’t get it.”

Once his boxers are completely removed from his body, he leans over to kiss me, shaking.

“I’ve thought about this day for a good part of my life, Delaney.

I want you to know what this means to me.

Since I knew I was one of the rare male conduits, I’ve dreamed about who my mate might be.

I knew I’d only have one, and I knew she’d be my whole world.

I never imagined how convoluted our beginning would be, but in a way, I’m almost glad we had the introduction we did, because now that we’re truly together, the way the goddess intended, I know that you’re really who I need to complete my soul.

It was torture being stuck in Glittertopia, not being able to speak or act in a way that was authentic to me.

Being held prisoner while my mate was in front of me… ”

I feel a tear slip out. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your pain sooner, that I couldn’t free you sooner. That I didn’t recognize what you were going through.”

Skylar shakes his head. “Not even remotely your fault. I don’t wish to sully this first time together with bad memories.

I just merely want to impress upon you how sure I am that this, right here, is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life.

All those times you showed me kindness, when your mates tried to include me, even when I was a sulking asshole and did all the stupid things, they meant something to me.

I see your soul, Delaney, and it’s beautiful. ”

“Now show her your dick!” Rush yells from the lineup.

I drop my head back to the pillow and rub my face. “I am so fucking sorry. These guys, they’re, well—"

“They’re wonderful,” Skylar finishes for me.

I look up at him. “Okay, now I know you’re meant for me. Otherwise, there’s no way in hell that’s what your true attitude toward them would be.”

Without any further prompting, he grabs my hands and places them on his body, encouraging me to touch him.

So, I do; I explore the expanse of his chest, which even in his human form has a sheer, holographic sparkle to it. I find I’m also oddly thankful for his human hands that the Saladriel version of him never quite figured out.

His skin is warm and soft, with a fine layer of downy covering it. But it’s not really his chest that he wants me touching. When he sits down and encourages me to kneel in front of him so I can explore him better, right between his spread legs, he’s offering himself to me like a gift.

I look to his face and study it, reading all the thick emotions swirling beneath his beautiful lavender eyes, reading all the trust he’s putting in me by offering himself up like this.

When he pulls his legs apart with his arms, holding himself open, I keep exploring. He’s breathing shallow, nervously, so I start placing kisses on his warm skin to reassure him.

The lower I go, the more excited he gets.

The skin between his legs tastes sugary, very much like cotton candy. Unicorn indeed.

I don’t stop; once I start licking that flat panel of skin, I can’t do anything but do it some more. It’s addicting, like there’s some hindbrain instinct telling me to keep going, encouraging me to not stop until I’ve found all his secrets.

As his skin gets more and more saturated from my mouth, it begins to change texture.

That’s kind of when it gets very weird.

His head tilts back and he begins to ungulate a strange song, splitting his vocal cords so he can sing it multi-tonally. Impressive as hell, but he’s locked into it, not fully aware any longer.

The call does something to me, makes me wetter in return, and begins to make my own sex throb with need.

I’m heated and ravenous, and as he keeps singing in that angelic way, the skin begins to transform before my eyes.

It ripples, and I wish I was lying when I said glitter erupts into my face, and I’m reminded of the psychedelic confetti from Shelly’s realm, because she must have gotten the idea from somewhere.

She apparently dated Skylar for a bit, and he said she never got to this point with him, but she must have known about their physiology.

The confetti has a bit of a zing to it as it hits my tongue, like sour candy, and then I can’t stop myself from licking him harder, nuzzling into his skin as it parts and rearranges itself, revealing a dick that looks very much like a unicorn horn, but about a hundred times more magnificent.

It’s got the swirls through it and it’s even pastel rainbow colored, but it’s fat as hell and slick, and fucking delicious.

I gobble that shit up.

His song cuts off mid-arpeggio, and his voice is strangled as he spasms underneath my assault.

He doesn’t let me go very long before he’s peeling me off him, forcing me off really, because I feel like a rabid dog and his dick is the bone I need, and he’s staring at himself in awe.

His eyes travel between his new anatomy and my face a few times before he grabs me and forces me on top of him, pushing up into me until his hips figure out where they need to be.

I’m about to ride a unicorn. How jealous are you?

I straddle Skylar and sink all the way down on him, each ridge popping inside of me with bliss, and I almost don’t even want to move once he’s fully inside of me, because the stretch is so damn good as my body adjusts to him.

But my body is begging me to get off, and they’ve been edging me for a while now, so I need it. Need him .

I feel a drive to make eye contact with my other mates as I lift myself up and drop down again, moving my hips in a smooth motion that I know will wreck both of us, angling myself in different increments until I get the right spot. Then I really get to work.

Skylar’s face looks like he’s being tortured as I take him, my hands planted on his chest, and the heat underneath them is almost alarming, but I can’t really focus on anything other than the way he fills me up.

When I finally get my stride, he’s almost there too, his back bowing as I move faster and faster, and he screams and releases inside of me seconds before my body locks onto him, grabbing him deep into my body to wring out every damn drop of cum from him I can get, using his new sensitive appendage in the best of ways.

I collapse next to him to ride out the aftershocks, his body still twitching into me.

Then his pupils widen, and he grabs me and kisses the shit out of me, palming my ass as the bond between us fully strengthens, allowing us a deeper connection than I might have with anyone else, because we’re both conduits.

The goddess blesses these unions abundantly when they’re created, because both of us are her special projects.

I can feel him in my very soul, swimming through me, effusing my body in warmth and affection.

I don’t even realize there are tears escaping my eyes until he lifts my head away from his chest to kiss them off. “Thank you, for making my first time the best thing I’ve ever felt, Delaney,” he whispers.

“Thank you for finding me, for being willing to put up with everything I come with in order to be mine.”

“So, this is touching and all, but we’ve got another virgin that’s hanging on by a thread,” Spencer calls out.

I swing my eyes to Wil, who’s rocking in the corner, naked. “Totally fine,” he wheezes, waving me off.

“It is proper unicorn etiquette to take both holes, when possible, upon a first mating. Would that be an inconvenience for you, Delaney?”

I look down to find that Skylar is indeed still very…stiff. Oh damn. I’m no ass virgin, but he’s definitely fatter than my other mates. And those squishy rings? You know what? Hell yeah. “Let me get Wil set up first?”

“Told you we should have used diagrams and a schedule,” Rush sasses as he sinks to the floor next to Wil. “You sure you’re good, man? Your skin’s all blotchy. You want me to lend a hand? I’ve got some experience, you know. I’d totally be willing to help a very platonic friend out.”

“Perhaps we should give the young fellow some space? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a penis grow quite to that shade of angry,” Leo announces while I crawl out of bed.

Well, start to, anyway. August beats me to the punch by suddenly appearing with a warm cloth to clean me. He knows me so well. “Thanks, love.”

“Can everyone please stop talking about my dick? I’m really…trying here. I’m…fuck. Damnit. I can see her whole left breast now. I give up.” Wil uncrosses the legs he was squeezing so tightly together and with one graze of a single finger, he’s erupting.

And erupting.

And…you guessed it.

By the time his cock is still, I’m almost sure he’s unconscious, until he lets out an exhausted bleat and slumps over, blinking up at me.

“Good thing I can get that thing right back up. Can somebody carry him over here for me?”

“On it, but I ain’t cleaning up his goat juice,” Rush tells me as he scoops up Wil, who screeches when Rush’s hand brushes his ass on accident.

I have Rush lie Wil down right next to Skylar so they’re side by side, one gulping loudly and shaking, the other singing in…Russian, under his breath.

When I take too long to make a move, Rush steps into the closet, whistling, returning with a piece of actual parchment rolled up into a scroll.

“You want the diagrams? I made everything as efficient as possible, accounting for everyone’s personal preferences.

Yes, I asked them, I didn’t assume. Also, check this out. ”

He turns the scroll upside down to show a professional level sketch of me and everybody else in various positions. “I’ve got a whole music playlist it’ll match up to as well for maximum enjoyment.”

I feel my lower lip wobble. “You…optimized my sex life? And made diagrams ? Rush, I…I don’t know what to say!”

He eyes the scroll, turning it sideways now to get a different perspective on one of the drawings. “You could say you’d try flow number four, but it’s not totally necessary.”

I take measure of the men on the bed. I think the sex high has Skylar thinking he’s a professional ballerina, but he’s still lying flat on his back as he sings to himself.

His arms and legs are trying so damn hard to flex and point into proper positions.

Also, he found a sharpie in my nightstand drawer while I left him unattended and has drawn a smiley face around his belly button, and is now using it as a mouth. “You think Wil could handle that?”

Rush scoffs. “Can he handle it? Yeah. Absolutely. Wil, you’re good, right?”

I’m pretty sure that’s terror coming off of Wil, not arousal, but we’ll get there.

“Um, did you say, flow four ? Isn’t that one…a bit advanced for someone like me?”

Adam tries to reassure him. “Cory and I literally did that in our sleep once. You’ll be fine, man. Promise. And if you aren’t I will personally carry you to the infirmary to fix it.”

“That doesn’t really make me feel better,” he whispers.

“One little two, little three ballerinas, eating cuppy cakes and wearing pretty dresses…” Skylar sings, finally switching to English. Yeah, he’s blitzed.

“You’re probably going to want to sober that one up before you even attempt it though. Much less risk of something going…awry.” Rush suggests. I can’t tell if he’s amused by Skylar’s performance or is trying to work out complex equations in his head.

“How awry?” Wil asks, staring at the sex high Skylar.

“It’s either that, or flow eight,” Rush offers.

“Four! I’ll take four! Okay, Delaney, make me stiff again! Let’s do this!”

I crawl back onto the bed, grab the lube just to be safe, and I settle in for an epic marathon. “If I’m doing this, then somebody needs to be on water and snack duty. You want me to get through every damn position Rush has on that incredible piece of art, then I’m going to need to stay hydrated.”

“Take the fluid out of me, Delaney. I’m a pretty unicorn with pretty unicorn jizz and it wants to goo inside your booody!” Skylar’s singing opera now. Fantastic.

“I’ll uh, grab the snack basket I prepped earlier,” Jackson says as everyone else starts stretching and getting into position.

“See you on the other side,” I announce to the room before pouncing on Wil. It’s fine. He only whimpers for a second.

Then, he’s fucking screaming .