---Jennie’s perspective---
“Alright bitch, what’s up?” demands Hildy, over my shoulder, causing me to yelp in surprise as she presses her towelclad chest against my back.
“Whuh…?” I jerk.
“Don’t you ‘whuh’ me! You’ve been acting weird for hours, now! Out with it!”
She’s clearly more amused than concerned but “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. Strange how?”
She stands back up and swivels my work stool to force me to face her.
Smirking down at me with a mordant grin she folds her arms beneath her boobs (boosting them very distractingly) and raises an eyebrow “You barely did any wolfwhistling or catcalling of everyone in swimwear at the beach! You saw a 3m tall vampire queen in a black, backless swimming costume that was bisected down to her naval and didn’t use the phrases ‘sit/step on me, Queen!’, 'snu snu', ‘Mummy milkers’, ‘big tiddy goth girlfriend’, ‘slay’, ‘bonkhonagahoogs’, ‘dummy-thicc’ or ‘thiccer than a bowl of oatmeal’… Hell! Even I can tell that Eurasian husband of hers was an utter hunk, too, and you didn’t say anything lewd about him either! When we walked back to the ship, you didn’t try to grab a handful of my arse even once! And, finally, I tell you I’m taking a waterbath and, for the first time in our relationship, I manage to bathe without you attempting to join me and turn it into sexytimes! So… I ask again… what’s up?”
Defensively, I respond “You make me sound like some sort of sex crazed gremlin! I’m not a compulsive! I can choose to control myself, you realise?”
She gives a twisted smile and answers “Oh, never doubted that! Just never known you to choose to be anything other than a little succubus!”
“Concubus, if you don’t mind(!)” I say, with affected hautiness.
She closes her eyes and tightens her face in recall “Oh, yeah… remind me of your headcanon sex Demon terminology?”
“‘Succubus’ comes from the Latin verb ‘succubāre’, meaning ‘to lie beneath’, ‘Incubus’ comes from the verb ‘incubāre’, meaning ‘to lie atop’ and cognate with the verb ‘to incubate’… nothing about gender in either of those roots… Therefore, I submit that both succubi and Incubi can be both male and female! You’re an Incubus if you’re a Top and a succubus if you’re a bottom. ‘Concubus’, from ‘concubāre’ ‘to lie beside’ and cognate with ‘concubine’, serves as a nice term for those whose Top/bottomhood is fluxional… that’s me… Jennie the concubus(!)” I answer.
She sarcastically brings the heel of her hand to her forehead and mocks “Of course(!) So simple(!)” before pulling me to my feet and into a bearhug “So… what’s up, my little concubus?”
I sigh “It’s… it’s not important… I’m just… ruminating…”
---Brunhilda’s perspective---
I look down into Dormouse’s gorgeous hazel eyes, not meeting mine.
She’s making me drag this out of her…
This is… unusual… She’s generally not the type to keep things to herself. She’s always so direct, forthright, forthcoming…
What could be causing her to exhibit these weird behaviour changes… that she feels she can’t tell me?
A disturbing thought occurs causing me to bring a hand to her forehead and press it against her skin.
“Baby, you know the rules, if you’re sick you have to report to quarantine until you know what you’re sick with… You can’t get complacent just cause you’re a being with a Class 12+ body and Class 12+ immune system! That doesn’t make you invincible and, even if it did, you can’t account for how unknown pathogens might affect gardenworlders! You do not want to be Patient 0 of a brand new xenonotic pandemic!”
She pushes my hand away in a combination of irritation and amusement “I know the rules! I’m not sick, dummy!”
“Then what!? Tell me! There’s something up and not knowing what it is, is beginning to get frightening!” I press.
She sighs “OK… sit down…”
I hesitate for a moment before releasing her from the hug and turning to sit in one of our armchairs.
She sits opposite me and opens her mouth, inhaling… then closes her mouth.
She makes several more abortive attempts to speak.
I’m able to restrain myself from shouting at her to just ‘spit it out’ and wait for her to say “It was what Xonny said earlier… it made me… jealous…”
I raise an eyebrow “You’re upset that there exists even one person who has a preference for me, not you, between the two of us?”
“No, that’s not it…” she corrects, desperately “I wasn’t jealous of you… I was jealous of her… I was jealous… for you…”
Extremely surprised, I answer “Isn’t that a little…”
“Hypocritical?” she interrupts “Twofaced? Duplicitous? Treacherous?!” she continues.
“I was actually going to go with something a bit more like ‘out of character’ or ‘against type’…”
She puffs, mirthlessly and replies “It’s all of the above! I don’t get jealous! In Nursery, when Rian MacGriogair, Niamh NicNair or whoever used to come up to me and tell me to give them the toy I was playing with, I always did so, happily! There were other toys in the box after all! It took me ages to empathise with how it must feel to get jealous but… it was always abstract… something that happened to other people…Until today… I’m just trying to work out what’s wrong with me… Why am I suddenly jealous?”
I screw up my eyes for a few moments, dumbstruck.
“So, let me get this straight…” I titter, a little incredulously “…the thing that’s bothering you is… not the fact that your girlfriend got flirted with by another woman? Instead, you’re bothered by the fact that you got jealous? You’re bothered by having been momentarily bothered? By the ‘duplicitous’ things you believe this newfangled jealousy indicates about you?”
“Yes!” she answers with a face and tone that say ‘take this seriously, it’s no laughing matter!’ “I’m upset by a, brand new, negative emotion making its way into my life for the first time!”
I smile, widen my legs and pat the space between them, beckoning her with my other hand.
She hesitates, frowning a moment, before getting up, walking around the low table, turning around and sitting against me.
I wrap both arms around her stomach and sweetly ask “You remember our agreement?… The deal we negotiated, when we got together?”
She leans her head against my clavicle, underneath my chin, and answers “I believe your exact words were ‘I’ll tolerate your flirting but anything beyond that is out! Do we have a deal?’” with a wry smirk.
“Yeah… that was definitely the gist of it, at least…”
“Are you going to say that that slices both ways? That I can’t get upset about you getting flirted with when you’ve tolerated my flirtatiousness all this time?” she responds, miserably.
“Wrong again… I was actually going to say that the key word in that deal was ‘tolerate’: You know I’m a bit more, shall we say, ‘traditional’ when it comes to relationships but I was prepared to tolerate you being a massive flirt, so long as your panties stayed on!… I won’t lie, part of me is kind of gleeful at the thought of you finally getting to know what it feels like but I am not judging you for getting jealous… it’s normal to be jealous…”
“Not for me, it’s not…” she mopes.
I think for a moment, giving her a reassuring squeeze as I do “How about we try a little thought experiment…”
Looking back and up, over her shoulder, my little princess from Gàidhealtachd Ùr asks “A thought experiment?”
I nod “Yes; let’s imagine your nursery had its funding cut massively and there was only enough money to let them keep a single toy, just one, you have to take turns playing with it, then, when it comes to your day with the toy, one of the other kids are playing with it and won’t give it to you when you ask, refusing to listen when you point out that you let them play with it on their day… how do you think you would have felt?”
She wobbles her head and answers “Obviously, I’d be kind of pissed off but… why would we even have a rota for the single toy anyway? Surely it would make more sense to keep a toy that could be played with by multiple kids at once, right? Like a boardgame or something?”
I scoff “Dormouse… I am in no doubt that, when you were a wee bairn, you had both the comprehension and patience for boardgames… but most of us mere mortals didn’t!… Now… that righteous anger you felt about having your turn on the toy stolen? That’s jealousy!”
She firmly shakes her head “No, it’s not… not to me, at least! To me jealousy has to be irrational! Selfish! It doesn’t make sense for people to want people all to themselves! Maybe once upon a time it did but in a period where STDs are but the inconvenience of a trip to the doctor’s to cure and no one is going to be left destitute for getting knocked up by a lover who then goes AWOL, what sense does it make that we’re all still so hung up on monogamy!? Why not love a little more freely? Why not love eachother as we wish as opposed to how our parents want us to?”
Ah “Your parents? Is that what this is really about?”
“No!” she answers, immediately, before pausing “…I mean, maybe… kinda?… My thoughts on this are definitely my own but it doesn’t help that this kind of jealousy is exactly the way I think they would have felt if the other got flirted with or that you’re exactly the kind of person they would have been delighted about me dating… beautiful, strong… Human…”
I cock an eyebrow “I’d not lose points due to my lack of penis?”
She cocks an eyebrow in return “I was born in 2686… not 1886(!) My parents might have been old fashioned and mildly bigoted towards uplifts and resurectees and moderately bigoted toward xenos but even they would have a hard time justifying homophobia!…” her eyes narrow and turn upward, thoughtfully “…Though, now I think about it… they were always pushing me more toward boys… OK, that’s baggage I can unpack another time… the point is; I don’t want to be jealous, regardless of where that desire came from!” she pouts at that latter.
I rest my chin on the top of her head and squeeze her against my chest “Baby, there may be 0.74 quadrillion toys in this toybox of a galaxy… but I’ve found the one I want(!)… Exciting as it would be, in theory, to have a fourway with the tallest Human woman I’ve ever met, the strongest woman, full stop, and the most beautiful woman in existence… it’s only the last of those who I actually want to be with in practice. You’re all I need and you don’t need to be jealous for me… but I don’t think any less of you for getting jealous.”
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A brief pause follows before she answers “But I do, though, I think less of me for getting jealous…” miserably.
My chin still on her scalp, I reply “Welp… not much I can do about that, I’m afraid(!) Maybe you should book a session with one of our new therapists?”
“You’re implying that being poly is something that ought to be treated(?)” she asks with a moderate helping of cheek.
“You know damn well I’m implying no such thing!” I laugh before adding “I am being serious though… it’d probably help to talk about it.”
“I’ll… I’ll take it under advisement…” she says, thoughtfully.
I reach across her front with my right arm and pull on her left shoulder, to turn her around so that her front is against mine.
She looks up with her lips slightly parted to reveal her captivatingly adorable diastema. Her freckled cheeks flush and her hazel eyes are flicking between mine.
I close my eyes and bring my lips to hers. I will never get tired of the hitching inhale she does, every time I kiss her. I will never get tired of the way her cockiness, cheek and smugness evaporate as she melts into me!
Every night I spent in prison I dreamt of holding a girl just like the one I hold right now; smart, confident, pretty, sexually adventurous… I may have got a little more than I bargained for on that last point(!)
I break from her lips, press my forehead against hers and open my eyes to see hers still closed.
I stroke the back of her head and say “Jenny… I hope you know I fucking love you… I hope it’s not to scary a thing for you to hear, as a chronic commitmentphobe, but I love you…”
She opens her eyes and chuckles “I know… I… I… I think I love you, too… I never imagined wanting to stay with someone the way I want to with you…” I feel her hands tighten at my sides, so subtly that I don’t know if she even realises she’s doing it “You make me feel safe… you make me feel cosy… like you’ll be on my side, no matter what…”
I feel water sting my eye and make to look away but her hand pulls my face back to meet hers.
A single tear spills from my eye, streaks down my cheek and splashes on my chest.
A smile breaks across her beautiful face.
“I think… we just levelled up our relationship(!)” she quips with a little giggle.
“I think we did!” I smile “Do you want to… go to the Cuddle Puddle tonight?”
She grins and shakes her head.
“Do you want to… just cuddle here?”
She feigns thoughtfulness before answering “I think I’d prefer to mark the occasion with wild, crazy sex… thoughts…?” with a devilish sparkle in her eye.
“I’m down… as long as you don’t expect me to do anything to your arse(!)”
She laughs “You think I’d let you anywhere near my arse, after what happened last time(!?)”
“In my defence, babes, you didn’t explain…”
“I shouldn’t have had to explain!” she laughs, hysterically “I’m a woman, not a battletop! The beads have to go in slowly and come out slowly!”
We spend the next 30 seconds unable to speak due to how hard we’re wheezing.
When we’ve mostly recovered, I pull her close and ask “So, tell me, Schrödinger’s Concubus… what mood are you in tonight? Do you want to Top… or to be Topped?”
She thinks for a moment then answers “Top me, Brunhilda ‘Samus’ Arran! Make me squeal! Ram me into the mattress! Make me beg! Make me lose my mind!… I’m in that kind of a mood, right now!”
I puff through my nose and answer “Noted… You want me to use the strap?”
Her face illuminates as if she’s just remembered something highly important/exciting and she says “Actually, Hildy, I just finished something… something I think you’ll like…”
“Oh…” I smile “…do tell?”
She gives me a brief peck on the lips before standing up and saying “I think it’s better if I show you…” with a sultry expression.
---Jennie’s perspective---
I take Hildy’s hand and lead her over to my workbench, on top of which is Twila’s part finished body.
“If this is what I think…”
“Shhh! You’ll ruin the surprise!” I say, sternly.
“I thought you were supposed to be in bottom mode?”
“Not yet, I’m not(!)” that’s going to have to wait until you’re wearing the surprise!
I pull out a box and turn to her with it held between us…
“Ta-daaa!” I say, opening the box to unveil what’s inside.
Her expression turns from curiosity to one of mild alarm.
She looks up from the box with concern and says “Err… Dormouse… Impressive as it absolutely is that you, presumably, made this entirely by yourself… you don’t think you’re being a tad… overambitious?!”
I turn my head as if I have no idea what she might mean.
“Overambitious(?)” I ask, innocently.
“Yeah… I would be very unnerved by that thing going inside me and I’m… a much larger woman than you!… I don’t want to actually hurt you!… How sure are you that you don’t have eyes bigger than your pussy about this?” she asks, pointing quizzically into the box.
"I computer modelled it… the chances of anything rupturing are low enough that I would be happy enough recommending it to someone else on the strength of the numbers."
She smirks “Of course you computer modelled the likelihood that your new sex toy would rupture your insides(!) What a supremely normal thing to do(!)”
“Ha-ha(!)… Are you in or out?”
She looks down into the box and thinks for a moment.
“If you promise to tell me the instant that that thing stops feeling OK… then you’ve got a deal.” she says with suspicion.
I beam.
With her left hand she reaches under her right armpit and yanks the tucked in towel free of itself. It falls to the floor leaving her breathtaking body entirely nude.
Those muscles! Those tits! Those legs! Those hips!
“Baby… much as I always appreciate your admiration, you’ve seen me like this a thousand times!” she says, wryly.
“I have.” I confirm “I’ve also seen sunsets thousands of times… beautiful things are beautiful, regardless of how many times you’ve been exposed to them!”
She gives an amused sigh, shakes her head and reaches into the box, pulling out the gargantuan cyberdick I made for her.
“Have you ever used a haptic accessory before?”
“No but I assume it’s as simple as…”
“Just be aware…”
At this point my strong, stoic, statuesque girlfriend bends double, crosses her eyes, flares her nostrils, purses her mouth into a tight ‘o’ and, shuddering violently, yells “H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-HOOOOOH!”
“…*sigh*… just be aware that jacking an erogenic accessory onto your clit… is a lot more intense than jacking a translator at your temple… that was the silliest face I’ve ever seen you make… That looked like it felt equivalent to trying to chug a half litre of lemon concentrate followed by a half litre of vodka, thinking both were water… Am I near the mark?”
She nods, still gasping from the unexpected shock to her nervous system “Uncannily!”
I step forward with a smile and reach out to gently stroke my girlfriend’s new cock with the tips of my fingers.
“How is it?” I query.
“It’s… strange… is this what having one actually feels like?”
“As close as can be matched up by pure, data-driven input… As to whether there’s any uncapturable qualia that can’t be replicated… you’d have to ask someone with an organic one(!) Though, I think, if any of the guys, onboard, had one this big… well… we’d be aware(!) … It would be the kind of thing that no quantity of baggy clothing could conceal(!)”
“It’s… a weird mix of springy and rigid!”
“Yep… almost like a penis…(!)”
Her lips tighten, unimpressed.
“Alright, smartarse! I obviously wouldn’t know, would I!?” she chuckles, wryly.
“I don’t know… we all get experimental at uni…”
She puffs “My uni was a cell at Neu Stuttgart Minimum Security Women’s Prison… so… no, I wasn’t able to get too ‘experimental’ in the way that everyone apparently does(!)”
I give a sympathetic pout.
“Sorry, Hildy… I didn’t mean to-Eeep!” I’ve been bundled off the ground, mid-sentence, for the second time today!
“I think…” she smiles roguishly “…it’s about time you got rammed into the mattress! Don’t you agree, temporary succubus?”
I emit a shuddering exhale, bite my bottom lip and nod, excitedly.
She carries me to the bed and throws me onto it.
I only have time to give a squeal of delight before her hands are at the collar of my cardy and she’s ripping it open to reveal the strapless bikini top I’m still wearing from the beach.
The buttons clatter as they’re strewn across the floor.
Hildy gives me a confident smile and I feel a complicated swell of emotions threaten to overtake me. Mainly to do with how much I love her and how little I want to lose her or share her… damn this jealousy!
She reaches down, untucks my sarong, yanks it out from under me then lifts the horsecock between my legs to lie on the front of my bikini bottoms.
As it brushes against my thighs, I can feel the elastomer heating up but it hasn’t fully warmed up yet, so it’s still slightly cool compared to her.
She pulls the cardigan over my shoulders and down my arms before tossing it to the floor.
I pout my lips (I hope alluringly) and tilt my chin back slightly, hoping she gets the hint.
She smiles, wickedly, and, with a lightning fast hand, seizes my throat. She clearly understood the assignment(!)
I close my eyes and try to moan.
No sound comes out due to her gently crushing my windpipe.
I feel her knuckles, just above my solar plexus, as she grasps the centre gore of my top and yanks it up, causing the catch to fail and the whole thing to come away, leaving me bare chested.
Her eyes linger for a second and a half on my tits before returning to my face with a slightly manic grin.
“I’m looking forward to seeing how your belly will bulge from having this thing inside you(!)” she says, not removing her hand to allow me to answer.
Still constricting my windpipe, intoxicatingly, she leans down to whisper-growl in my ear “You’re all mine! My toy!… Anyone else wants you, that’s too bad! You might hold jealousy to be a vice… but I don’t!… Anyone wants to play with my toy, they’ll have to fight me for her!”
She doesn’t allow me to object that being poly doesn’t mean I would ever cheat on her so, instead, I just roll my eyes.
She releases my windpipe, allowing me to take several gasping, spluttering breaths.
She draws back to her full height and brings her hands to my hips, quickly identifies the working ends of the knots and pulls them.
My bikini bottoms now untied she pinches the hem and teasingly drags them out from underneath her monster cock.
Giving them a squeeze, she feigns confusion “Hmmm, I’d have thought these would be dry by now(!) Been a while since the beach(!)”
I burst out into giggles and she smiles, satisfied that she made me laugh.
When I’ve recovered, she reaches to my chest and slowly strokes the backs of her fingers between my breasts and down my stomach.
She turns her hand to put her palm in contact with my skin. She slides it to the side of my abdomen, across the gap between the bottom of my ribs and the crest of my hip. She mirrors the arrangement with her, off hand, right.
Withdrawing her hips from mine, she brings the head of the accessory to my lips and asks “You’re sure about this?”
I nod “Stick it in before I change my mind!”
She shrugs… and slowly pushes forward…
I feel the monster cock, I lovingly designed, modelled and crafted, start to push my flesh aside.
*Hhhhhnnnggg*………
I may… have made a mistake…
---Brunhilda’s perspective---
She’s been pulling an ahegao expression for a while now… I hope she’s enjoying this as much as I am!
Fuck, stretching out her tight little hole feels amazing!
Seeing her perky little tits sway up and down with the motion of her body is incomparable!
Seeing the disturbance of her stomach as this thing moves in and out of her… it’s a massive enhancement to an already hypererotic experience!
I press my thumb into the soft flesh just above her pubic bone, enjoying the pleasurable way that the extra constriction feels along the shaft.
She seems to enjoy that too, from the way her expression gets somehow even more idiotic(!)
“How… *huff*…are you… *huff*…enjoying… *huff*…being… *huff*…used as … *huff*…a fleshlight… *huff*… bitch(!?)” I ask, viciously.
Her burbled response sounds something like “hernguhaugahubbarunnnguthugburnemegtorgth…” cluing me into the fact that while the lights are still on there is nobody home(!)
I laugh, cruelly and pick up the pace a little.
After a while, I decide a change of position is due.
I pull out of her causing a babbling yelp.
“If…*huff*…you want…*huff*…to keep …*huff*…going …*huff**huff*… turn over…*huff*… and get…*huff*…your hips…*huff*…in the air!”
There’s a moment where it looks like she’s not going to do it, making me worry that she has actually not been cognizant for some time.
Then, to my relief, she stirs shakily and with, what looks like, tremendous effort turns her self over, works her knees underneath herself and raises her hips.
I bring my palms to her exquisite little arse and give it a stroke, eliciting a shudder, then a light smack, eliciting a gasp.
I reach under her bushy hair to grasp the back of her neck and skull “You've done a lot of squealing, slut, I’ve done a lot of ramming you into the mattress and your mind seems well on its way to lost… I believe the only request unfulfilled is making you beg!” I smirk “How much, exactly, do you want this thing back in your pussy?”
She moans, feebly “Plu… plea… pleeaaase… I’m… begg…ing…! Please… put… ’tback… in!”
“I think you can beg better than that!” I say, maliciously.
She sobs “Pl-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-se!”
I laugh “OK… that’s better!… If you want it so badly(!)”
Reaching under her hip and around her thigh, I catch the head of the accessory and manage to work it back inside the hole it belongs in. This causes a series of very interesting and amusing noises from the temporarily inarticulate woman(!)
I thrust the toy (which probably would have cost two months wages to buy new) into my girlfriend’s shuddering quim.
She cries out!
This girl… is mine… I don’t care how much she flirts… how much she makes fun of my swimclothes… I don’t care who I have to fight for her… and I certainly don’t care if wanting her all to myself makes me selfish! She’s mine!
---later---
The love of my life nestles into me in a way that makes it difficult to believe she’s capable of being anything but a bottom.
The accessory lies on the bedside table and my hands are on Dormouse’s arse.
“So… was it everything you hoped?” I ask.
“It was so much more intense! I’m definitely gonna be weak kneed all day tomorrow! How was it for you.”
“It was… interesting… I definitely enjoyed Topping you like that… I was not a fan of the tristesse, afterward(!) I don’t like the implication that that’s a hardware feature more than a software one(!)… On the whole, I’d say it was fun but I’d say using that’s going to be a ‘now-and-then’ treat(!)”
“Oh, for sure!” she laughs “I feel like I’m going to need a week to recuperate(!)”
I squeeze her closer to me and say “That’s definitely no good… make sure you get a full breakfast tomorrow to help you recover.”
Her weary eyelids drooping, she answers “Yeah… French toast, maybe… waffles, possibly… nah, pancakes… definitely pancakes!”