Using thepromptfoundry’s Ominous October list.
We’re back to Ira and Castaigne. A sequel to Promptober Day 11: Music from Nowhere.
CWs: forcefem, forced sex change, gender confusion, clothing kink, explicit sex
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“How long are you going to keep me like this?” Ira asks, rolling a sheer silk stocking up his leg. Her legs? It’s…confusing, still. This body doesn’t feel like his, and yet…there’s something about it. About how it invites him to inhabit it, draws him down into it and embraces him in its soft, curvy flesh.
“Until the next full moon,” Castaigne answers. Ira is still mostly nude but Castaigne swans right in instead of talking through the door. He stops in front of the mirror, already mostly dressed in a beautifully-fitted tuxedo, situating his tie. Ira can see his reflection watching Ira where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, just the garter belt around his waist and the hose he’s gotten on.
He’d been putting off the bra and panties, because they’re weird to put on and the lacy, overt feminine sexiness of them still make him feel funny. Now he flushes, feeling far more exposed and watched than he would in his usual male body.
There’s a party August wants to take them to tonight. Black tie, full of rich weird people dancing and eating and…having seances and summonings and shit probably, based on Castaigne’s inclinations.
Fuck knows why he’s decided he wants Ira to go along, but he picked out the gown, the shoes, the hairstyle and the underthings, and Ira is going if he knows what’s good for him.
Face still hot with how…voyeured he feels, is that a word? he reaches for the panties.
“No,” Castaigne says.
Ira freezes and glances over to him.
Castaigne smiles at him in the mirror. “I like you like this.”
He turns around to catch the wrist of Ira’s extended arm and and pull him up into his arms.
Facing the mirror, Ira watches Castaigne’s arms, fully clad, encircle him. His bare left breast cupped in a big male hand, fingers wrapped around him in a tight cage, thumb teasing his nipple. Castaigne’s other hand slides down between the stocking straps to cup his vulva. Ira’s head swims a little at the naked flatness of it—nothing there where his cock and balls should be. Only… His breath goes a little shaky as two of Castaigne’s fingers find his clitoris and begin to coax it.
He watches his own eyelashes droop to veil his eyes, his own lips part alluringly, as Castaigne works him. His body was already a bit aroused—he feels like he’s always aroused in this body, always helplessly aware of his new, welcoming curves and his vulnerable, hungry emptiness, and putting on the lingerie…
Castaigne doesn’t wait long before he tilts Ira forward and enters him from behind.
Ira has to watch how his own body moves, forced up onto the balls of his feet as Castaigne’s cock impales him and arching back to lean against him for balance.
Her body. He can’t refute his womanhood like this. Clasped tight to Castaigne’s chest with a strong arm locked around her to keep her upright as he fucks her, bare to his hands and eyes while his arms and shoulders and hips all stay securely wrapped in the armor of black worsted. Her body looks so willowy and naked in the clutch of that strength. The garter belt and stockings only frame the availability of her breasts and vulva, and the sensation of being captured on the man’s cock as he’s taken from behind.
The look on her face, face tense with helpless pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting like she might cry out any moment.
“Just so,” Castaigne murmurs in his—her?—ear, and gives a sharp thrust to make that cry break free. “Now you see why I like you like this.”
Castaigne’s gaze takes in every detail so greedily that it feels like he’s tattooing it under Ira’s skin. He moans, his head tipped back against Castaigne’s shoulder, forced to watch together with the man how each penetration makes his body rock back up and his breasts bounce in Castaighn’s grip, pushing her again and again into a tight bow up on her tiptoes.
“I’m going to make you watch yourself come,” Castaigne promises. His voice sounds rough and hungry. “And then you’ll know just how you look every other time I take you tonight.”
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