Page 16 of The Sixth Spring

Will’s hands drifted down. He wanted to touch. To know what it was. What he was.

Wait.

Will had been assuming he was a he, but maybe–maybe it wasn’t? Then again, the slit didn’t look like what a woman had. To Will’s understanding, the placement would be all wrong for that too.

But different animals had all kinds of… configurations, right?

Tentatively, Will’s fingers edged closer. He touched scales that lined the area, felt the sleek heat and subtle ridging.

In the creature’s loose grip, his own cock twitch.

Will licked his lips. His fingers moved inward, to the edge of the slit. It was pale, almost white in the dark. He felt the softness of that skin, and, as he got near the opening, a slippery wetness that had smeared along the edges.

Holy shit.

His finger crept farther, touching the slit itself finally. It was soft, almost like skin. Soft and wet and hot.

Will’s breath stuttered. He’d always known what he was attracted to. Or rather, what he wasn’t attracted to.

But this…

This was doing something to him. It was confusing. He didn’t understand.

And then, the slit started opening.

Will almost jerked his hand away when the creature made a soft hiss. It was only the steady hand around his own cock that kept him close. The moment hung, then the hand on Will’s cock started moving.

It sucked all the air out of his lungs. The hand moved on him, not trying to get him off at all, but just… touching. Exploring. The pressure tightened and loosened and the fingers slid up and down his length, tracing all the features.

That should’ve held Will’s attention, but it didn’t. Couldn’t.

Because then the slit was widening, opening. And something was pushing up out of it.

“Fuck,” Will mumbled under his breath when he recognized what was happening.

A long, pale, phallic shape, glistening in wetness was pushing out of the sheath. It didn’t have the exact structure of a human cock, but Will was certain that that was what it was. His heart thundered in his chest, as arousal vibrated from every nerve of his body.

With a shaking hand, he reached for the creature’s cock.

It hissed when Will wrapped his hand around it, and he almost pulled away. But then it shifted forward, as if allowing him. Wanting him to continue.

Oh god. Will was really doing this.

The creature’s cock was thicker than his, pale in the moonlight with a strange ridging up both sides. It was so utterly alien, so different from his own, that he felt wrongfooted. Like he was breaking a rule. All the rules.

But his hand went on like his mind wasn’t scrambling to make sense of it. It slid down the hot, slick length, feeling the bumps and texture on his palm.

It was so obscene, so erotically wet that it broke his brain a little.

Will was dizzy. The hand on him stroked again, and he gasped. He was weak, like a house on stilts trying to stand against a flood. His hips arched forward, and he became aware of just how close he was to coming.

Oh no.

A sticky strand of the creature’s hair touched his shoulder. Will looked up to see that he’d gotten closer, and was looking down at Will.

This close, it was hard to think of him as scary. He was sort of lovely now that Will could see more detail. His eyes weren’t fathomless black, but had a diamond iris, like a cat had. The iris had blown wide in the dark to see better, and it made Will wonder what color his eyes were in the daylight.

The scales on his face weren’t all uniform either, there were pretty black markings around his eyes that looked like eyeliner, and he had a speckling of lighter scales down his cheeks to his mouth. His nose was flat with almost no bridge, like a reptile, but it fit his face. It all worked.