Elijah was doomed. With his experiments gone awry, he was lost--lost in the tangle of limbs, all identical and wanting one thing, and one thing only.
"Number one--you get his legs open. Three, you go in there and get him nice and worked up," Josh Number Four instructed.
"What about me?" Josh Number Two whined. He was the mopiest of the bunch, given the slight miscalculation after Number One had been constructed--Number One was the more callous of the group, and all Elijah wanted was for one of them to be a little softer...
"Hmm. Well, you and I can take a nipple each," Number Four said with an evil, mischievous grin.
Elijah moaned in exasperation. "No... please, not again..." he pleaded. Ever since they'd found his pink, perky nipples as his most sensitive parts, they hadn't let up a second.
WHY he'd sneaked a hair off of the real Josh's hairbrush, WHY he'd then gone into some mad, mad world of constructing four clones of the young man... couldn't he have just waiting for Josh to return from filming in Somalia? Was Elijah that much of a slut for the man?
His protests were gone once all four mouths descended upon his body (Number One taking pleasure by licking the inside of one of his spread-eagled thighs), and he had his answer. Oh, yes--yes, a thousand times...
"Hey, I'm home!"
Elijah dropped his jaw in hearing the 100% real voice of his lover. Well shit.
"Number one--you get his legs open. Three, you go in there and get him nice and worked up," Josh Number Four instructed.
"What about me?" Josh Number Two whined. He was the mopiest of the bunch, given the slight miscalculation after Number One had been constructed--Number One was the more callous of the group, and all Elijah wanted was for one of them to be a little softer...
"Hmm. Well, you and I can take a nipple each," Number Four said with an evil, mischievous grin.
Elijah moaned in exasperation. "No... please, not again..." he pleaded. Ever since they'd found his pink, perky nipples as his most sensitive parts, they hadn't let up a second.
WHY he'd sneaked a hair off of the real Josh's hairbrush, WHY he'd then gone into some mad, mad world of constructing four clones of the young man... couldn't he have just waiting for Josh to return from filming in Somalia? Was Elijah that much of a slut for the man?
His protests were gone once all four mouths descended upon his body (Number One taking pleasure by licking the inside of one of his spread-eagled thighs), and he had his answer. Oh, yes--yes, a thousand times...
"Hey, I'm home!"
Elijah dropped his jaw in hearing the 100% real voice of his lover. Well shit.
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Hot Damn, woman! Don't stop there!
Jeepers, it's like Josh tentacle fic!!
More!
:D
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