When I made my way back to the side of Gris-Gris, I was changed indeed. No longer could just the playful runnings of a child satisfy me. I sought him out for different reasons; amoung many one was to experiment on being solid myself. I'm sure you can guess at least one other.
I could not change no matter how I tried. I was convinced what I had seen could help if I sought it for myself. He was so sweet when he took me unto his side again, yeilding when I pressed against him hungty.
His manner was still sweet and innocent, but he smile knowingly when I embraced him. I knew he felt me, gaseous as I was. I has made myself warm, happy, inviting and wanting. In our plane, we could think together if we shared and I did willingly.
He knew what it was I had seen better than I.
He took me into his embrace, to my surprise softing into a different form altogether. I could describe him as having took inspiration from humans, but he presented himself with feathers and scales, bright-colored and astonishing embellishments. He even had a memeber like a man's, that's why I remember Gris-Gris and this encounter; the one before it just as important for this well. Had I not been in that accidental observation, I would have never found what my mother never had.
Sex.
He took a form of a feathered god, Quetzalcoatl when I muse on it. Bronze skin like a statue, but metallic green ripples on the backs of his head, shoulders, and his thick scaley trunk. Yes, he was a snake, but a gorgeous one with feathers he shook as he danced for me. I took delight in running myself over his new form, whispering through his feathers and slipping scales. They rustled under me like a rattlesnake, light glittering hypnotically as the razor edges were rustled with grace.
He reared up on his muscled tail, presenting himself to me with yearing and desire. His shaft grew hard, so large, we had no boundaries. I loved it.
I drew myself together on his cock, willing myself to solidify like him, to take him in. I knew what he wanted me to do; he told me, in his mind. His voice echoes, loud, hushed, purring in my ear.
"You are a woman. You are immortal flesh, like me. Give up your old shape, your energy is yours to change! My darling, I am so glad you have come to me this way. I had enjoyed what we had, but you were new and I loved you that way. I left it up to you to discover and maybe think of me - and here you are. So beautiful! I see you, my love, my sweet flower~"
Oh! But he was charming. That was when he became Grey.
The sweet, charming first.
His words had the right effect, putting to words that I so desperately needed to hear in my ear. The purity of his fullfillment, and the blurring of his lust.
What I wanted.
Every word gave my now roiling energy into a new form. I could see it in my mind. A golden goddess. He pleaded for a form different than his, however. I delighted in what he decribed to me. His vision of what he desired to see me as, a muse of physical body to give into carnality with.
My form was to be smaller, curvy and female to his male. Just like my first experience had been between.
Wanted he requested -nay, pleaded- was for me to have what he called "legs, and everything between".
I happily obligued, gathering this imagine from his shared mind to focus on. I became it, sighing as he began to run his hands around on my skin like he could see.
I think he did.
Finally, he put his hands on my breasts, and I gasped when I felt it. He hissed a long sigh of satisfaction, forked tongue sending tingles up my spine. I fell in love with being physical, this new option that gave such thrilling new sensations.
Even when his nails came out, and his teeth, I gave not to fear but elation. I began to feel the beating of my heart as every new trail of golden blood leaked over bronze skin as he marked me. His teeth did not mar, only held me in place.
It was such a primal thing, to be bitten on the back of the neck. It made my innards cringe and twist, between my legs tingle. I could feel him inside me by that time.
He was so big.
I cried out softly as I formed around it suddenly all at once. I still remember that moment as clear as when it had happened. It was ecstasy, but there would be more.
He roped his long feathered tail around in a coil, cushioning us. I remember this too because that was our first position.
"Oine~"
Just my name made me cling to him, shivering as I pulsed ontop of his cock.
I could intimately feel his throbbing, the thick, warm length held still inside my newly birthed form. But only a new me.
When he began to thrust is when I began to whimper. Softly at first. Then loudly did I call. As he held me down against his tail and pinned me beneath his torso, sleek and sensual with every move. I participated in his courting dance, him showering me with plenty of teases and licks, noises meant to encourage my desire, encite my lust. I'll never forget what he did next.
His mouth met mine slowly, seeking acceptance, my lips now something else to claim. I'll never forget how he tasted, cinannamon, clover, husky and hoarse but deep and strong. Salt. Not sweet at all, but still just as much want as before.
"Grey.."
He taught me what a kiss was, how all-encompassing it can be. But I'm sure his favorite moment was when he moved.
I heard myself gasp into his mouth, and I vaguely recall the scales rattling again.
From there it was a blur, but I'm sure details are sorely begged for.
I clung to Grey as he slowly pulled his hard rod backwards, drawing it out of my body and watching my face as I squirmed and gasped at this sudden overwhelming sensation. It was raw and tense, but it made my gut knot harder. It elicted a moan out of me; I could feel his pleasure from hearing mine.
When he tightened his hold on me and began to thrust in and out, I called out his name again. It was etched into me, how he plundered me for that time. Full of a man's lust held in, maybe like a perfect gentleman who had waited until the proper time to plunder a woman's virgin flower. For that is what I was.
That's when he gave into himself. Hearing his name twice must have been too much. I have learned since it carnally touches many men, to hear their names during sex. I enjoy the responses I have gotten with this tactic.
He was wild then, needy and urgent. His abdomen flexed rapidly over me, I touched his abs as they rippled.
I lowered my head to lick along his neck as he continued to flex, making him groan deep in his chest. It made me tighten around him; he felt it and pumped harder.
I had clenched at this, making him cry softly.
Oh, I wanted more from him. I didn't know what I was doing, but whatever it was came as natural as I can say.
I grasped at the filament-seeming feathers coming from his crest, almost like grabbing hair. I pulled him back down for one of those kisses, arching my hips up to let him dip deeper into my core. I opened up the petals of the flower for him, gave the sweet nectar his mind forgot it could seek for. His body softened, and that's when he knew I knew I surprised him.
I turned the innocent flower he had longed for, made it better. Let him see the maturity he wanted to see too. Nothing but sweetness.
I made sure to savour it.
Then I came again for him.
And again.
He enjoyed it immensely, I could tell. But he wasn't finished. Now that he was in a clearer mind, he grinned and bent close to whisper.
"You are more than you seem. A treasure. Will you let me command you? I can teach you many pleasures."
"Yes."
"Then you shall call me your God. And just for now, whorship my splendor as I enjoy your beauty and your body. You are my Goddess Amoung Women. I shall shower you with the sweetest of pleasures."
"Yes, My God of Scale and Feather, my Bronze Idol of Newfound Sex and Bliss."
With our pact sealed, Grey and I transformed ourselves into a play. Perhaps I shall next tell it to you.