“Do you feel shame, Jehoel?”
“No, I feel…everything.”
“Then it isn’t hell. Hell is being ashamed of who and what you are, Jehoel. And I’m neither. I’m proud of what I was, and I’m proud and happy to be what I am.” She squeezed me and pressed her warm lips against my cheek. “What’s going to happen next is sleep. It’s going to be scary, Jehoel.”
“Sleep…” I’d seen sleep. Seen humans do it. And it did seem to be something scary. A state of being where one can’t speak or see or feel. A span of hours where their bodies were helpless—
“Shhh…hey. It’s okay. I’m not going to leave you, all right? It’s early Saturday morning, like two a.m. I don’t have to work till Monday. I’ll stay with you the whole time.”
“I don’t like it,” I heard myself say. I didn’t even recognize my own voice.
“I didn’t at first. Because it’s new.” And she shifted her wings to cover me again. “I’m here.”
I felt her legs wrap around me. I felt heat against my lower back. Heat I knew came from between her legs. The thought of that heat caused the pressure inside of my cock to increase again.
I must have made a noise because she shifted and pulled away from me. We were on her bed, completely naked, and my bare back touched the sheets. The fabric was rough and soft, cold and warm, and the feeling was exhilarating.
“Oh…wow. I didn’t expect that to happen.” She sounded worried. “Does it hurt?”
She touched my cock, wrapped her fingers around it.
Every muscle in this damnable body seized at the warmth of her fingers. I shivered again involuntarily, but this time it wasn’t painful. It was….it was….
“Just relax, Jehoel,” she said, her breath hot against my ear. She was behind me with her arm over my stomach grasping me between her fingers. “Just let whatever happens, happen. It’ll be intense…”