Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter V: Reflection

It had only taken Shifter a moment to tuck his member back inside of his jeans, and in that instant it was hard to tell that he had just claimed my breasts. Only with my enhanced sense of smell could I detect the scent of sweat and seed; otherwise it would be easy for anyone to assume the past few minutes had been entirely uneventful for him.

By comparison, I was...a bit of a mess. Shifter had exploded across my face and chest, and though I had swallowed the mouthful of it that I had received there was still quite a bit clinging to my skin. Warm, slippery gobs of it clung to my cheeks and made a mess of my chest, a mess I had no idea just what to do with. Was it rude to wipe it away with a towel? If I slid my fingers across each bit of it and wiped it all into my mouth, would that come off as too eager? It did not matter at the time anyway; I was not in a position to make any decisions as he took my wrist and pulled me up from the bed. Shifter's pull was eager but not forceful, though my feet stumbled along behind us, following until he brought me to his desk. There, he dropped down into his simple wooden chair, and without a word pulled me down into his lap.

He yanked me down so that my back would lean against his chest, and as I became accustomed to the position I soon noticed that we were facing a tall mirror on the other end of his room. My naked, seed-marked body was suddenly on display for us, and even though it was simply myself and Shifter, I could not help but feel a deep blush crossing up my cheeks. My legs were spread; straddling his lap in reverse, and my classmate's hands were already upon me as he began to speak.

"We have to make sure you're happy tonight too, Laura." He remarked, and I watched in the mirror as his hands slid over the top of my thighs, only to swing down and let his fingers dance down the insides of them. I was wearing my jeans which were quite the tight fit; and as his fingers moved across my body I could already feel my muscles straining and aching inside the restrictive fabric. My head bucked back and forth, black hair whipping forward and a bead of his cream falling from my cheek, only to drip down and land against my exposed stomach.

While he continued to tease, I looked up at the mirror again at the depraved woman I was becoming. Shirtless, sweating, and in that moment there was a look of aroused hunger on my face that I did not know I could make. Whatever Shifter wanted from me in that moment, he would have it.

"Trust me, this'll be better than the toy."

I groaned a little at the memory, my embarrassment flooding back as I remembered my ordeal last night with the stand-in rubber imitation. I had even confessed to him how readily I had used the toy, how eagerly and how many times I let it bring me to climax. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about it I finally spoke up, my voice calling out in a helpless whimper.

"It already is." I promised, and I could feel my thighs twitch as he continued to dance his fingers over them. My hands moved to brace against my knees, though the stance only made me look more craven and feral. My upper half slouched forward and the image in the mirror reflected my position; black hair hanging down and breasts dangling like an animal presenting. I ignored the lewd display I was giving, and offered my voice once more.

"It is so much better than the toy. Please...please show me more."

Shifter smiled; I could spot it in the mirror, and his lap suddenly thrust upward to make me fall back into his arms. My back slid to his chest and I could instantly feel his hands moving, drifting past my thighs and going to the buckle of my jeans. I watched with wide eyes and breath hitched in my throat as he started to undo them, and I gazed into the distant mirror as his reflected fingers started to pull the button away from the clasp.

And just as they came free, and there was a wave of relief as my jeans started to open, Shifter suddenly... stopped.

"W...What?" I asked, and my head drifted back and forth, inadvertently whipping him in the face with my hair. He just gave a laugh, clearly delighted in listening to my panicked frustrations. "Keep going! Why did you stop?"