It's Always Time

by Oblimo

  The head of Dee's cock smarted with rising pressure. He faltered, bucking, but Tomoe pressed even closer behind him and kept his cock buried deep inside Eurydice. The green girl pulled free of Tomoe's breast. She grazed her lips in circles over Dee's mouth. "Let it happen," she begged, panting and fevered and still humping, humping, humping. "Cum in me. Fill me. Green Man, Dee…You've made me…" Dee twitched, pressure searing inside him. "You made me so…" Dee went rigid. Eurydice sobbed, "Happy."

  She slammed her mouth over his and he came.

  The sensuous, drenching essence above the flowerbed ebbed, evaporating into ordinary air. "Aw," said Jo, pouting and petulant, lounging among the flowers. Then she got a good look at Unyx. "Ack!"

  The obsidian Goth girl hovered high above the flowers. Her pale, angular face, liquid-black eyes and silver-touched cheeks reminded Jo of a porcelain Harlequin doll. The choker collar glowed like a hoop of polished, precious stone. The bodysuit flowed down from the choker over Unyx's budding breasts, up her arms, and across her trim stomach. Its glimmering surface egged Jo to ogle and her eyes roved downward.

  She found herself staring at Unyx's camel toe once again. Just below that plump cleft, the black second skin swathing Unyx's legs molded and merged into a single, sinuous trunk, winding over the flowerbed behind her, corkscrewing through the air and spindling to a kinked point. Unyx's opal carapace burnished in the Sun, iridescent with oil-slick rainbows. Her tail bobbed up, as proud as a tomcat's.

  Jo propped herself up by the elbows, unexpectedly high above the flowers. "What the Hell happened to you?"

  "I am myself at last," Unyx answered, beaming.

  "Say what?"

  Unyx wove up and up on her thick ophidian trunk. She rose six, then eight, maybe even ten feet into the air, arms crossed above her head, midriff swaying to some deep, inner beat. She spoke in dreamy recitation:

  I am myself at last; now I achieve

  My very self, I, with the wonder mellow,

  Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear

  And single me, perfected from my fellow.

  Jo boggled up at her. "Holy shit."

  "Hello, Jo," Unyx winked. "What do you know?" She extended her tail, tip crooked and aimed at Jo. "We are Unyx."

  Jo crossed her eyes watching the tail bobble close. "This is you?"

  "Don't really know till you put 'r there," Unyx said. Her tail mimed a slow, up-and-down handshake.

  Jo shifted her weight, her inner ear confused by her new center of gravity for a moment before compensating. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the proffered tail. Once, in elementary school, she had been the only kid in her class brave enough to touch the python during a field trip to a petting zoo. Feeling the python's sleek strength beneath her palm had made eleven-year-old Jo's knees wobble and her tummy feel funny. Compared to Unyx, touching the python had been as exciting as holding an old garden hose. Twenty-one-year-old Jo knew the right body part to place the funny feeling in now.

  "Mm," Unyx purred, her hands running down her thighs. "Good grip. You've done that before."

  Jo marveled at the frictionless, pulsing power between her fingers. Her eyes followed the yards of looping tail and trunk to Unyx's sly smile in the middle of the air. "You can feel this from all the way up there?"

  "Of course, silly. What did you think the binding was for?" Unyx withdrew her tail. Its tapered tip grew soft and liquid, the opalescent coating peeling back. A petite, milky-white foot wriggled its cutesy toes against Jo's nose. "Now we are Unyx."

  Unyx descended, swaying in that same spellbinding, languid, tempo. "Well, now you know who we are." The black velvet flowed over her foot, zippered into a tail again, and rustled into the flowers. It threaded through the stalks, winding in a great circle about Jo's supine form. "But the important question is…" Unyx arched her serpent's trunk, skimming a few feet above the flowerbed, until she drew parallel to Jo. Her eyes were filled with ink and starred with mischief. Her predatory smile, full lips parted and glossed black, floated inches above Jo's mouth. "Who do you think you are, Jo?" Her breath carried the scent of bittersweet cordial.

  Jo tried to shrink down into the flowers. "What—Mm."

  Unyx kissed her with lips softer than any eiderdown, the fluttery touch of her tongue electric. The metallic sheen of Jo's rumpled dress reflected in gold fractals across Unyx's second skin. Unyx broke the kiss and drifted up, still within kissing distance.

  Jo whispered, "You taste like licorice."

  Unyx nodded. Her tail completed a circuit around Jo, its tip lay like a lion by Jo's feet. "And you taste like a cupcake." Unyx crooked her head to one side. "Can you hear?"

  Jo tried to focus on the syrupy commotion on the other side of the flowerbed. "I hear that Master guy, Dee. Sounds like he's in trouble."

  "Not over there," Unyx dismissed, tapping Jo's forehead with a gloved fingertip. "In here. Can you hear her?"

  Jo concentrated. At first, she could only make out the beat of her own heart. But there it was. Blood music, the bass thunder and thud of a rave in a club across the street, but inside her head. Jo nodded.

  Unyx's tail stirred, crept closer to Jo's foot. "What is she singing?"

  Jo shook her head. "I don't think she is, or maybe I just can't make it out."

  Unyx's willowy torso tilted back until she seemed to stand upright in the air, supported by a strong arc of her serpentine trunk. If Jo pumped her hips up, she would mash her naked mons against Unyx's. She imagined grinding away at the triangular cleft of Unyx's sex, exposed just above the point where her legs merged into a single pillar of living onyx. Jo felt her thighs tremble, realized how much she yearned to feel Unyx's frictionless pussy sliding over her own. And if her lips tasted so good and so soft, what would her—What's happening to me? "She's singing to me," Jo said, shivering. "Singing soft, so it sounds just like my own thoughts. But she's singing inside me." Jo scissored her legs, blushed so hot she thought she might faint. "Oh, God, I want you inside me."

  "What is she singing?" Unyx demanded. "We need to know. She's planning something terrible and we need to know what it is." She softened. Her tail caressed Jo's ankle. The power in that one touch made Jo whimper, her sex throb. "Once we know, we'll go anywhere you want."

  "I don't know. It's not loud enough." Jo felt teary-eyed from the effort of straining for an inner voice that lingered beyond true perception. "I don't know."

  "Well, then," Unyx said, her fingers flexing, extending into claws, "maybe she needs something to sing about. How's 'bout a little Keats?"

  Unyx's tail lashed around Jo's ankle. "Let the mad poets say whatever they please," Unyx said, her tail creeping up Jo's shin. "Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses." The coiling tail trapped Jo's calf in a silken, thrumming vice. Jo quaked with need.

  "There is not such a treat among them all…" Unyx raised a thumb-claw to her own neck, just below her collar. "Haunters of cavern, lake, and waterfall…" The claw dipped into Unyx's smooth throat. The tail looped snug above Jo's knee.

  "As a real woman," Unyx said, and drew her thumb-claw down between her breasts and over her stomach. Her ebony second skin split, revealing a long stripe of creamy white. Unyx's tail encircled Jo's thigh, forcing the tingling tension in Jo's sex to ratchet sky-high. "Lineal indeed…"

  Unyx aired her pale bellybutton. "From Pyrrha’s pebbles." The rent in her second skin yawned, revealing the inner rise of ivory breasts and the curves of a flawless, porcelain tummy. The strip-tease stopped a hairsbreadth before exposing her nipples or outer labia, her second skin refusing to part farther, as if too selfish to share. "Or old Adam's seed," Unyx finished, pressing the tip of her tail against Jo's inner thigh.

  "Oh, fuck," Jo cried, thumping her head against the flowerbed, pulling her hair, "Tiamat's right. Shut your fucking mouth and fuck me already!"

  "Adrasteia!" Unyx zoomed close until she and Jo were nose to nose. "We bound you once, bound you while you still held this girl in thrall. Tell us of w
hat you sing."

  Jo's vision swam red. Her blood sang in her ears. Her mouth filled with the flavors of baking cookies and hot, melting chocolate. She fell into the dance. "Frenzy."

  Jo lurched up to suckle on Unyx's neck. "Frenzy." She wallowed wetly between Unyx's breasts. She heard Unyx's heartbeat race, felt the silken, python-grip on her leg loosen. Jo kissed and nibbled her way down Unyx's marble tummy. "Frenzy," she hissed, and buried her head between Unyx's thighs.

  "oh." Unyx's eye-mask unfolded wide over her brow. "oh – that…" Jo's hand reached for Unyx's breasts while her tongue wriggled deep into her sex. "that's – a – ah – good – mm – song."

  Eurydice broke her slamming kiss, crooning in pleasure, relief, and a hint of triumph. She searched Dee's face as he spurted into her, his body seizing once, twice, thrice. He fell back, knocked off his feet. Tomoe had to hold him up, arms hooked under his shoulders, her grin canary-eating. Dee's cum spiraled and suffused Eurydice's core. Her eyes glazed, lips upended in a hazy smile. She slid off Dee's dwindling member—the movement made him shudder, his reaction triggering a gush of joy and nanogasm within her—and slipped down into a crouch, hugging his knees. Three helpless, drunken giggles escaped her: "Ah-hah, ah-hum, hm-mm."

  "Wow," Dee gulped, breathless. "What happened?"

  Eurydice could only hug and hum. Tomoe spoke up behind him. "You came, Dee. Ever done that before?" Dee turned his head, blinked up at Tomoe from between her honey-gold breasts. "No? Well, when a man and woman love each other very much…" Eurydice burst into a fizzy giggle fit at her words, falling onto her butt and drubbing the flowerbed with her feet.

  "Very funny," Dee smiled as Tomoe lowered him to the ground. "I mean, I felt it would last forever." When he touched down onto the bed, he added, "What's with all the flowers?"

  "Dee," Eurydice wheezed, "what were you trying to do?"

  Dee's voice floated up from a spray of mimosa. "To make you feel as good and as happy as you make me feel." Eurydice clucked and cooed and reached out for him, a particular part of him. Dee shied. "Careful, careful. Afterglow. Ah, anyway, I know you've always wanted to fuck me in public, and there we were, so I wanted to give you a damn good public fucking, I guess." He sounded very self-conscious and muttered, "Public fuckability."

  Tomoe stood over the mimosa. "You went demiurgic."

  The mimosas stirred as Dee glanced up and then further up, "And you went She-Hulk. Wait, 'demiurgic'? Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

  "Not really. Look it up later on the Internet if you want. Let's just say you got lost in the moment there for a while, Dee. Put out some serious yang." Tomoe shrugged one muscular shoulder. "Not that any of us minded. But even you can't keep that kinda thing up forever, if you know what I mean."

  "I feel like I've been hit by a truck," Dee admitted. The spice flowers rustled. "Man, this is comfortable. I think I'm falling asleep. I haven't slept in days, you know."

  Eurydice sat up, scooted over, and looked down. Dee sprawled over the flowerbed, chest heaving and slick with sweat, face beet red, his flagging dick slick with her honey and the dregs of his orgasm. She leered.

  "What are you looking at?" Dee asked her, sounding muzzy but suspicious.

  "You," she said. "It's been a lifetime since I've wiped you out like this." Her eyes roved. She scooched closer still. "I love it, it's so adorable." She dropped a firm hand on his thigh. "I wanna do it again."

  "M'sleepy," Dee mumbled.

  "Nuh-uh." Eurydice scooched close enough to press her thigh against his. "You put out, Dee. You totally blew my mind." Her sensitive gel picked up the little temblors in his overworked muscles. It felt deliciously sexy. "I've got more nanomek in me than I can ever remember. But that only makes me want even more." She wanted to lie atop him, feel his body tremble beneath her, inside her. "So now we're gunna go all the way."

  "'All the way'?" CeeCee swaggered up, her rich flesh sinfully plump and lush, smelling of caramelized sugar and overindulgence. Her eyes scintillated with yellow sparks. "This is going to take extra innings."

  "Yeah," said Raspberry, stepping out from behind her. Her lavender gel had darkened into a deep, imperial purple, the hue of raspberry wine. "Thanks for the quick pick-me-up, stud muffin, but it just made my cunt itch for the real deal." She loomed over Dee's prostrate form, reeking of boozy, raunchy sex. She drank in his nudity, his sleepy vulnerability. She gritted her teeth and growled, "I am gunna make you cum harder than you've ever felt in your life."

  Dee snapped awake. "Um. What?"

  "Uh-huh, sure." Eurydice flashed a mouthful of daggers at Raspberry. "Take your best shot, you little linzer torte. I'll top it. Winner eats out the loser."

  "You're on, bitch," Raspberry hissed. "Step aside."

  "Whoa, whoa!" Dee waggled his hands. "There's no way I can…" Tomoe made a psst noise. "What?" Tomoe pointed. Dee looked down. His dick crept slowly skyward. "Whoa."

  "That's Mine." Eurydice straddled Dee's legs.

  "Nope." Raspberry sat Dee's chest. Her ass nudged his chin. Her pussy drooled searing nectar down his sternum. "That's Ours."

  "That's just typical," CeeCee said, glancing around. "What do I get to do?"

  Raspberry and Eurydice, not looking up from Dee's lengthening prick, chorused, "Bed trick."

  "That's my cue," Tomoe said, sitting in the lotus position, resting Dee's head in her lap.

  "That'll work." CeeCee mimed cracking her knuckles. "Hang on, honey. It may not be bumpy, but you're in for one Hell of a ride. If you can take it."

  "Well, Dee?" Eurydice wriggled her butt down his thighs and onto his knees, bent forward until her lips skated over the tip of his dick when she spoke, making him twitch and twist with every word. "Is…it…time?"

  Please to bend down for the one called the Green Man

  He wants to make you his bride

  Please to bend down for the one called the Green Man

  Forever to him you're tied.

  And you know for a million years he has been your lover

  He'll be a million more

  And you know for a million years he has been your lover

  Down through the skin to the core.

  —XTC, Greenman

  Interlude: Pitiful Me

  Eddie shouldered the bedroom door shut. The patter of countless bare, petite, rampaging feet drew near in the hallway beyond. Eddie's shaky, slippery fingers fumbled with the doorknob lock. The catch clicked into place an instant before something heavy whacked into the door's hallway side. The door jam creaked but held. Eddie heard a muffled, "Oof!" followed by a petulant drawl. "Aw, Eddie. Come out and play." Someone scored long fingernails—painted cherry red, Eddie wagered, how they all loved cherry red—over the outside of the door. "We've heard so much about you." Many more hands joined the first. "And sisters share."

  Eddie threw his naked back against the door. "Whose idea was it to come upstairs?"

  The cable guy cranked open the bedroom window on the opposite wall. "It was a good plan, dammit! There's enough ivy on the walls to climb down easy." He had lost his work shirt during a harrowing moment on the stairwell. His chest and shoulders festooned with fresh hickies, smudged lipstick prints, love bites, and fingernail scratches. He reached through the window and rattled rusty steel. "I didn't know they barred the windows." He gave the bars one last shake before throwing his hands in the air. "Must be an old panty-raid thing. Sorry, guys. I fucked up."

  The pizza delivery guy flopped onto one of the two frilly twin beds. "We're trapped!" He lay naked and greasy from the waist down, wearing only a marinara-stained shirt with an iron-on patch advertising Napoli's Pizza! All Day Delivery! "Trapped in here with those…things!"

  The cable guy squinted. "That FedEx truck's still outside. Where's the driver?"

  "There's nothing we can do for him," Eddie sighed.

  The pizza guy bolted upright. "They killed him?"

  "No. Well, not yet." The clawing on the door grew more desperate and Eddie covere
d his ears, hollering. "He's handcuffed to the sofa in the Sitting Room. They're calling it the Face Sitting Room now, and it's standing room only in there."

  Fists started to pound. Behind Eddie, the kid carrying a satchel of newspapers ran up and shouted. "You can keep your two damn dollars!"

  The noise level plummeted. "Hey, kid," a low female voice asked. "You're over eighteen, right?"

  Eddie, the cable guy, and the pizza guy turned to stare. The paperboy adjusted the strap of his satchel. "Uh, yeah, sure. I'm, uh…" He shrugged. "Helping my kid brother do his route this week?"

  Overlapping giggles rippled down the hallway outside. "Good enough for us. Now let us in, kid." The pummeling resumed. "You've got a few dozen asses to tap."

  The paperboy paled, fell back, rearranged his shorts. "What are those things?"

  "Mental cases," the cable guy hazarded, searching through the drawers of a vanity table. "Maybe Mad Cow Disease?"

  "Don't be stupid." The pizza boy covered his lap with a store-bought throw pillow. A cheery Disney heroine gazed up at him from his crotch. "They're a biker gang strung out on some bad Meth. Or escaped convicts?"

  Eddie shook his head. "No. Worse." The assault on the door slackened, half-hearted. "They're sorority girls." He pressed his ear on the door for a second. "And they're up to something." He nodded at the cable guy. "Found anything useful?"

  "I wish." He piled his discoveries on the vanity's tabletop. "Box of hair combs, a crimping iron, and…hello." Something U-shaped clunked onto the table. "A double-headed dildo. At least that's something."

  "Great." The pizza guy bounced down onto the bed. "Just great. That takes care of two. There's hundreds out there!"

  "Don't exaggerate," Eddie said. "There's ninety, maybe little over a hundred, tops."

  "But they're superfreaks," the pizza guy insisted, wild eyed. "All they want, all they ever think about is sex, sex, sex. I told one I had a headache. She just laughed!" He cackled. "She just laughed and shoved her tongue up my ass!"