And what a cock it was. Billy’s hand on the base of my spine was the only thing that stopped me from stepping back. I’d read about a whole lotta incongruously huge dick in romance novels, but this was on a whole other level. It was inhuman in length and breadth, but the girl lying there only squealed in pleasure when he spread her thighs wider.
“Don’t lose your nerve. Don’t show fear.” Billy’s voice was a low buzz in my ear. Ostensibly to those around us, we were just a couple watching the performance, taking our dog for a walk. When I turned to look at him, his eyes stared into mine, still a warm brown, his lips only centimetres away. I watched them drop down to study mine, staying there for an interminable amount of time, and when they flicked back up, he smiled lazily. “Don’t give anyone here power over you. Not pain, not fear, not anger, not need. Desire, it is easily traded, but the others…? They get their hooks into you, they’ll use every bit of it to get what they can. Now look.”
My eyes shifted obediently back towards the girl and her men, the others surrounding her stroking themselves or her with slow, considered movements, their motions languid compared to hers.
“Do we go closer?” Jake asked, a slight edge to his voice, the leash growing taut as he ambled over, almost drawn against his will.
Jake, Billy, they both looked expectantly at me.
“I…I don’t know. Does she want this? Will that even fit inside her?”
“No one is forced in Hartley. Pressured perhaps by circumstances or social standing, but anyone who truly does not wish to participate can’t be forced,” Billy said. “Now look at her,” he said, linking his arm with mine and drawing us closer. “Really look at her. Does she seem unwilling?”
I didn’t want to do as Billy said. My experience with Marlow, that sweet, lovely little snatched moment in the cocoon of the hotel was my idea of a good time, and for some reason, that felt threatened by what I saw right now. She didn’t seem to have any kind of connection to the men around her, her fingers stroking one massive cock after another, twitching and writhing as they touched her. Her pants grew louder, faster, as if us watching her made it all the more hot.
“Kira?”
“No.”
“Join us,” one of the men said, to no one in particular.
“Kira?” Jake asked.
His eyes darted from me to the woman, his hand dropping to his cock, rubbing absently.
“What?” I said, my voice sharper than I’d intended it to, my focus split between those questing green eyes, the warm hand on my back, and the girl’s squirming.
“Do you want me to touch her?”
“Do you want to?” I replied.
Jake let out a frustrated breath, his brows knitting.
“That’s not how it works for Jakey,” Billy said. “He’s perfectly capable of climbing on that girl and fucking the shit out of her.”
“Oh, yes…” the girl murmured.
“But that’s not what he wants. He wants your hand on the back of his neck, forcing his face into her pussy or down on their cocks. He’s your proxy, your substitute. He’ll rush in to do the things you won’t, all to please you, and he’ll love every fucking moment of it.”
Billy’s voice was just as hypnotic as before, when I had the camera trained on him, though this time, it was sweet and seductive, like the taste of freshly made caramel. He made a small sound of amusement in the back of his throat when I just stood there.
“Climb on the girl. Do what you’d like to do to Kira if you got a hold of her luscious tits. Show her what it’d be like.”
Jake grinned, happy as a child, as he moved to the girl’s side and started studying her, like she was some kind of sacred text, taking in her responses, watching her body arch up to get closer to his. His smile didn’t falter as he reached out, brushing the back of his hand along the side of one breast, staring into her eyes as she shuddered in response. One of the horned men dropped down between her legs, licking her cunt in long, slow strokes, but she seemed not to notice. It was Jake she watched, his fingers she responded to as the tip of one circled her breasts in slowly smaller revolutions until he traced the puckered skin of her areola.
His eyes slid to mine, burning with an unearthly fire as all his fingertips scudded over her flesh, slowly, carefully closing in on the aching tip. Her mouth had fallen open, her moans louder, a discordant kind of music, her hips and body held down by her horned lovers. I heard the slurp of the man between her legs distantly, my own heartbeat crowding that out as my ears began to ring. Jake’s smile jerked wider when his fingers pinched down, plucking that hard little nipple, her gasps coming faster and harder, her imprecations…for what? It wasn’t clear, just that she wanted. He pulled it a little brutally, eyes darting down when her hips bucked up, twisting more when he saw her head started to thrash. She let out a heartbroken wail when he pulled away, but he moved onto the dais and held himself above her on his hands and knees.
His head, when it turned towards me, looked lupine, his features sharpening.
“You wanted to know what makes us ache?” Billy said. “Well, this is what Jake aches for. He wants someone to perform for and to give him limits, because he can’t. He wants you to see him brushing his lips over that girl’s nipples, just drawing her attention and your attention to what he’s doing. He wants you, her to ache up deep inside, to want him to suck those aching tips, deep and hard, feel his teeth grazing the skin.”
The girl’s head nodded wildly, babbling some sort of nonsense to try and get him to just do that. His tongue flicked out, swiping the hard point with the flat of his tongue, his hand on her shoulder, his thumb pressing down her throat as his lips tightened around her and drew her hard into his mouth.
He forced her still, the other men doing the same as she began to thrash in earnest. One pulled her further down on the dais, forcing Jake to shift, so the horned man could get between her legs. I looked away when those impassive mirror-like eyes turned to me, his hand on his huge dick.
“Humans have strict rules about sex, no matter what the culture,” Billy said with an almost gentle smile. “They can’t allow all that luscious id to be expressed unfettered. Human power comes from industry—the making, creating, hunting, gathering. That’s all rather labour intensive, so you can’t be fucking all the time.” He picked up my hand and plucked the small stone from my lax fingers, twisting his fingers and turning it into a drink in a tall glass, complete with straw. “Not us. Power is innate, in your connections, your alliances, and in what you can do, will and won’t do. We have sex to let loose, because we have the rapacious appetites of humans with none of the fragility or restrictions, but often it’s performative. You and me, we have power over Jake. He wants us, wants us to see him, direct him, make him our focus.”
He tipped my face back to the scene, the horned man between her legs and spearing his dick into her with long, slow strokes.
“Tell him what to do. Make him ache that much harder.”
Billy’s direction pulsed inside my mind, making me take in all the moving parts. What would I do? It was like being given porn Barbies to play with, but generations of repressive rules about feminine sexuality beat down on me, staying my hand. That, along with those rules that insisted a woman respond when asked to do something, had my head spinning, my body pinned to the spot.