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We met at a summer concert. She sparkled like a a noonwraith in the sun, her pale skin and white sundress. I was smitten instantly. After talking for a bit, we agreed to return to my house to escape the evening humidity. Once inside, we could not keep our hands off each other. In the dark of the bedroom, Shiki reached down with both hands. She grabbed the edge of her dress and pulling it up over her head. As the fabric moved up past her lips, I playfully held Shiki's wrists above her head, arresting them. She smiled behind the soft cotton. I pressed my body against her's, moving her back firmly against the wall. I leaned in, our lips first just barely touching, teasing. Shiki, annoyed, darted her head forward, forcing our lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. My right hand moved up her lithe, milky pale body, caressing her hip, then her belly, and further. One benefit of Shiki's chest is no bra to get in the way. I gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, the pink eraser nip swelled and hardened to its full 1/2 inch size. Our tongues began exploring the other, one then the other rolling up, down, under, over, around the other, a wet salivary dance . Mine, soft and slightly pointed; her's coarse and flat and round. Excited by this activity and ready to move ahead, my tongue began to grow in length and thickness, and pushed Shiki's to the bottom of her jaw. Moving to the back of her mouth, searching, the throat hole. Shiki's eyes widened at the unexpected sensation. This turned to panic as she realized that she can no longer breathe. Deep down in her throat, the tip of my tongue moved gently over the delicate folds of her vocal cords. Shiki jerked and struggled as this pleasurable tickling became increasingly intense. The sensation turned maddening; the need to cough, to do anything to dislodge the flesh from her throat became overwhelming. Shiki's whole body spasmed. The burning in her lungs. Her head was becoming lighter, foggier. A smooth liquid emerged from the orifice at the tip of my tongue, like a gentle acid, dissolving the fibers of the soft, vulnerable tissues. At the same time, in my own throat, my own vocal cords began changing, shaping themselves to match ones stolen from Shiki. My tongue slowly returned to its normal size and receded to my own mouth. I stepped back, releasing the pinned Shiki. She fell to the ground, hacking and coughing, chest heaving, desperately sucking in the humid air. A deep, deep breath, then a bloodcurdling scream. Except. Nothing. No sound emerged. The air from her lungs rushed past nothing, nothing to shape and form it. "GUUUUHH!' she croaked and wheezed. "Shiki", I said. Her head sharply turned up at me, her deep blue eyes somehow growing even wider in terror at hearing her own dulcet tones emerge from my mouth. "Thank you for your gift, Shiki".
I wrote this for you shiki, I hope you like it.
