25
Closing the door behind left me alone in the room with Phoebe. She glanced around, up at the mirrors above the bed, then turned to grin at me. It was a seriously intimidating grin. Shark teeth are no joke.
I tipped my chin up at her as I asked, "How come your whole thing is no sharp edges, and you've got more than a few yourself?"
She shrugged and said, "Fish is like, eighty-five percent of my diet, and my species supposedly once had to catch them live."
"Meant to ask about that too. What's up with being called a 'doll'?"
"We have a name, but no one ever uses it. I'm sure it's in an archive somewhere but if you found and said it, no one would know what you were talking about. Doll's just ... easier. Are we fucking or what?"
"How does fucking work with you? Got any no-go spots, special instructions, kinks?" I asked.
"You're supposed to figure that kind of stuff out on the fly."
"I'd rather not. For all I know, I rub you the wrong way in the wrong place and get hit with a poison barb or you take a chunk out of me on reflex with those awful fucking teeth of yours."
She hesitated a moment, then nodded thoughtfully as she stepped up to me and turned, presenting her back as she said, "I suppose that's so. Most livestock wouldn't think about that. You should know there are no livestock species with ... hidden dangers of that particular sort. With most, what you see is what you get."
The jumpsuit she was wearing had something akin to velcro. It acted essentially the same but didn't make any noise. When she turned her back to me I caught the sides at the nape of her neck and smoothly pulled them apart.
She slid her arms up and out of the top and it fell to hang around her hips as my hands slid over her sides. It was the first time I'd touched her and her flesh felt cooler than mine, smooth, and a bit damp.
"So ... what's inside you now?" I asked, fingers drifting up until they found the rounded undersides of her tits. The physiology behind what was going on with her fascinated me. I knew now that the pool toy dude I'd seen on day one had been a male 'doll' but that was it. I needed to know more, and as she answered me, I palmed her breasts, which were only slightly larger than my hands at this point, and found that she really did have four nipples per.
"You're very curious about things most livestock never think to ask," Phoebe said as she leaned back against me, letting me explore her. Her breasts had the same feel as a human woman's — at least in terms of heft and give, warmth and suppleness. It's a feeling I don't get tired of.
I didn't comment. Instead, I rolled fingers around her lower outer nipples, using a delicate touch to see if they hardened.
"Not going to answer me?"
"You didn't ask a question," I said, leaning in to brush my lips over her neck, just above her jawline and the subtle lines of her gills. Her nipples weren't responding to my fingertips, and the only thing I felt from the kiss was her grin.
It wasn't the response I needed, which meant it was time to try something else.
I remembered what she'd said earlier and slid my hands up a bit, then slowly, deliberately squeezed.
Phoebe shuddered all the way through her body and groaned, "Oooh, there it is. For someone everyone thinks is a sexual washout, you sure catch on quick. Mold me, Taz. Shape me any way you like."
I dropped an arm around her waist, lifted her into an underarm carry, and took her to the bed.
As I did I felt her weight shifting strangely, her center of balance constantly in flux. It made no difference as her total weight was still far less than my own, and I tossed her onto the bed. She bounced and came to rest on her back. Her chest was once more truly massive, breasts settling to all but pin her arms at her sides as I looked down on her, stripping my clothes off absently.
Her eyes were huge and focused on me with strange intensity as she said, "I couldn't help but notice you staring at my tits, Taz. How big do you want them?"
Since she wasn't much taller than four feet now and her chest pillows really were the size of pillows, each, I didn't think she needed a verbal answer. Not when my cock was pointing up past my belly button.
"Holy fuck!" she said, eyes wide as she noticed it. "You might be half the size of most, but there's nothing small about that."
I grinned at her and said nothing. It had already been made clear to me that, at least compared to my height, I was well-endowed.
Kneeling next to her, I settled a hand on one of her tits and said, "I want you to let me know if anything I do hurts. I have a reputation, and while it's not undeserved, I really don't want to leave you with a bad impression."
"Squeeze as hard as you like, as hard as you can. Unless you twist and rip, you really can't hurt me," Phoebe said.
"I'll go hard if that's what you want, but I'm not a brutal lover by nature."
"Oh? What kind of lover are you?" she asked, eyes dropping to my hand on her, which still hadn't moved.
"I'm no kind of lover. Chasing girls was ..."
I trailed off, not willing to finish the sentence. Chasing girls had been my brother's thing. I, on the other hand, was always the one looking to brawl. It wasn't fair, given how we'd led our lives, that he'd gone so young and I was allowed to go so long.
"I'm pretty sure I know what the deal is with you. I've seen it once or twice before," Phoebe said, leaning up into my hand, which almost disappeared into her boob. She wrapped an arm over my shoulder and pulled me down. I could have resisted, but didn't bother, and she wound up on top of me, literally resting on her chest, which covered mine completely.
I blinked and looked down, then up into her sharkish grin as I said, "I gotta say, I don't mind this."
"I figured you might not. I have some advice, if you're willing to hear it," she said as she folded her arms across the upper slopes of her chest and rested her chin on her hands, looking down at me.
"Shoot," I said.
"Let it go. You being here isn't your fault. It's nothing you did. The Reclaimers don't explain themselves, ever, and the succubi are just following their desires."
"You say that like you know m ..."
I trailed off, but she nodded, then shrugged. She said, "It's not a bad life, Taz. Someone like you could go far."
"Within certain limits," I said wryly.
"In my experience, that's never not true," she said. "You just have to understand the shifting tides and swim with the current rather than against it."
As she said this, her boobs deflated a bit and I felt her shifting into place atop my still very hard cock. She didn't slide down, her body simply got ... taller. Her hips tilted, and she started stroking me with her pussy. I'd caught a glimpse earlier, and she had the same parts down there I was used to seeing. She knew how to use them too, though I suspected that was never not going to be the case here.
My eyes shut as I slid hands over her ass, which literally swelled against my palm. She shifted again, then sighed. I grunted as I felt her flesh give around me. She was hot, but not wet. In fact, she was as dry as a bone but it made no difference because she was also as smooth as silk. It was a weird but very, very intense sensation.
"I can tell you're verging," she said, quiet amusement in her tone. "You can't tell if my snatch is painful or pleasant. Most mammals get wet when aroused, but dolls don't. Our internals work ... differently."
"MmHmm! Noticed."
She gave me that shark's grin as she heard the strain in my voice, then tilted her head, pressing herself up with her hands on my shoulders to look down at me as she said, "I like your cock, Taz. It's got a nice shape and it fits me well."
As she spoke, I could feel the flesh under my hand swelling further and watched in fascination as her tits shrank. Then she rolled herself back and forth, and her now almost excessive backside felt plush atop my thighs.
"That is ... so ..." I trailed off both because the feeling inside her was really intense, and because I didn't have a word. Weird wasn't quite right. Cool might be better. It was completely unique, at least in my experience. It was as though her insides were a warm silk scarf wound loosely around me, shifting and swirling. It felt good, but it was intense in a way that didn't jive with the fact that she was barely moving on top of me. I already felt like I was most of the way there.
"You're just about to finish me," I managed. "The feeling inside you is ..."
"You're cute when you try and finish sentences during sex," Phoebe said, voice full of quiet amusement.
"Are you even ... getting anything out of this?" I asked.
"Mmhm," she said, closing her eyes as her head drifted up. "I'm a bit of an empath."
"What does that ... mean?"
"It means I can feel what you feel. It means I'll cum when you do. It means you've got me really close ..." she murmured, hips shifting around. She had practically no tits at all now, but her ass was gigantic. It covered my legs almost down to my knees, but her weight was no more than it had been. It was disconcerting, but inside her I still felt as though someone were teasing me with that silk scarf. It shifted and swirled, catching my glans from every angle. The feel of it was so intense it was almost like being shocked.
"You certainly do have stamina," she murmured. "Most males have popped at least once by now."
"Reassuring," I groaned, hands sinking into her fleshy flanks as I squeezed hard.
That earned me a low groan from her and a quickening of the shifting, insubstantial and yet intense contact inside her. My whole body shuddered and in the next instant I was cumming. It was a seriously intense orgasm, far more so than what I was used to, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I instinctively hauled her ass hard down on me, every muscle in my body tightening until it felt like my tendons might snap.
Phoebe made a sound that reminded me of steam hissing through a cracked pipe, and her whole body jiggled on top of me.
I opened my eyes as soon as I could manage it, and was just in time to see her collapse toward me, jaws open.
My hands whipped up, one catching her neck as the other closed into a fist, but I checked the blow when she simply hung from my grip on her, limp and panting. I belatedly realized that her eyes were still closed.
"You've got ... really, really serious trust issues ... Taz," she panted, not bothering to open her eyes.
"I've led a rough life," I murmured, relaxing my arm and letting her settle, watching in fascination as her boobs visibly swelled, plumping up on my chest as she came to rest in a somewhat more balanced configuration, though she hadn't pulled herself off my still twitching cock.
"I won't ask, and don't ever tell," she said, opening her eyes to look down on me. I knew what she meant, and nodded.
Nothing I said would ever be missed or forgotten. While it was known I had a past, it wasn't generally known. Some would guess based on the conversation I'd just had, but perhaps not many. I still didn't really know what the ramifications were, so it was best to stay silent on the matter.
"How long are you gonna stay on me?" I asked instead.
"How long are you gonna stay hard?" she returned. "You're still rigid."
"I guess you're just that good," I said, grinning. "Thank you for not moving, though. I get really sensitive after orgasm."
"Most species do, and I'm not a sadist."
"I'm beginning to get why you were never traded."
"High praise, at least, coming from you. How long until you're ready to give me another shot?"
"Another minute or so."
"How many times can you go in a day?"
"Never really tried to find a limit. Mauren sucked me off four times at one point, but I stopped her from going for a fifth."
"Succubi get greedy. If they take too much on any given day they'll sicken who they feed from."
"Who cares?" I asked. "Since they own us, what does it matter?"
Phoebe didn't answer me directly when she said, "My own question went in a bad direction. That isn't what I meant."
"It's fine. I'm kinda enjoying having you on top of me like this," I said absently. She still had me inside her and I was still hard, but she wasn't moving and I wasn't in a rush. It really was a good feeling, and I wanted to savor it.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for the lazy sex type," she said wryly. "Can't say I love it either."
"Yeah, I figured. You like it rough."
"Mmhm. And it's really hard to get it that way too. Dolls are considered fragile because our physiology makes it easy to inflict serious damage on us."
"I'm kinda stuck between wanting to ask how you work because I'm really curious and not wanting to ask because I won't understand your answer," I said.
"Don't ask. It's better that way. Just ... if I tell you not to do something, don't do it. I really do have some fairly intense vulnerabilities."
"Like what?"
"You remember that guy you hit with a dagger? How half his chest blew off? Like that. Dolls can be strong — really strong — but the stronger we get the more fragile we become. I choose not to inflate that way, at least, not most of the time. I save it for more pleasant experiences."
As she said that she wriggled her hips and I got the point. I set a hand on her still sizable backside and squeezed with slowly increasing pressure. As I did, she at first shuddered, then her head tipped back and her eyes rolled up.
She groaned, "I have a ... very fine pressure sense. The more tension in my skin, the more pleasure I feel. Usually, I need to blow up as big as I can to get the most out of a session, but your hands are so-ngh! So strong!"
I rolled, settling myself atop her, still buried balls deep in her body. Her tits bounced off the bed, then each other, and it felt like my eyes were bouncing along with them. Taking one in each hand, I leaned forward, slowly pressuring her. Despite Phoebe seeming to think I was safe to play with, I wasn't about to take the chance that I'd ... pop her?
What a weird thing to have to worry about.
The harder I squeezed, the more tense she got, but she didn't look like she was in pain. Phoebe's orgasm — when it happened — was in keeping with the rest of her, which is to say, completely different.
I felt a clench all around the base of my shaft that glued it to my cock as the interior of her pussy literally flooded. She groaned, arcing back, and some of the size in her tits obviously contributed to what was going on down south because I saw her belly — which had a pretty decent four-pack — swell until it looked like she was a few months pregnant. Her entire body jerked and twitched, then settled as she lay beneath me, panting.
"That's all it takes?" I asked, settling on my left hand just past her shoulder. I left my right on her diminished but still ridiculously oversized boob. When I slowly began squeezing again her hands whipped up to catch my forearm, which made her bounce, as she said, "No! No wait ... Oh fuck ... pleease wait ..."
I relaxed my hold, and her arms dropped bonelessly aside as she panted, "What an iron grip. Only a borealan could squeeze that hard, and if they did they'd pop me with those fucking claws. Shit, Taz ... you ... you have to keep me. I'll do anything. Just ... so long as you'll do this for me ... every so often."
"I thought you experienced orgasm when I did? If this is how you cum ... what gives?" I asked, glancing down, then moving a hand to her now rounded belly.
When I touched it, she squeaked and reached for my hand again as she said, "If you press there, it'll make a mess!"
Her eyes met mine, I gave it some thought, then grinned savagely down at her as I pressed.
Hard.
Her eyes widened, then rolled back. She made a noise like she was trying to hold it in, then her body jerked as though I'd tased her and she flooded the sheets under my knees.
Grinning, I leaned back and settled, watching her twitch. It really did look like I'd hit her with twenty thousand, and she spent most of the next minute shivering, tongue lolling out of her head.
The only sounds were her panting and the fluid dripping off the bed. Eventually, I said, "You are a fun one. You don't have to worry. I'll keep you."
Phoebe's eyes focused for a moment, then closed. She lifted a hand that trembled in the air a moment, then wearily gave me a thumbs-up.
It was a curious bit of convergent culture, and made me grin.