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Kevin thought nothing, he only felt. There was comforting, peaceful heat that soaked into him. The coat of caring and tenderness that he wore wrapped tighter. It pressed into him, purging all that caused him pain. The embrace had been of great comfort to him for as long as he could remember. He felt it constrict on him again, this time forcing the breath from his lungs. Fear edged in on his calm state of mind. His chest heaved, thoughts jumped into his head. He was being strangled, he had to defend himself. His eyes snapped open and he raised his arms against his attacker.

His arms met nothing, but the pressure on his chest eased. He felt a pulling sensation as his lungs expanded. He lowered a hand to his chest, meeting the soft touch of his latex wrappings. He looked down at the constricting mass he wore. The ominous black of his shirt had vanished, replaced by the stately emerald green of his lover's skin. The odd bumps and seams had smoothed themselves somewhat. For what it was worth, Eva was very close to looking like a proper shirt, albeit a rather eccentric one. He glanced at his alarm clock. 7:05... Kevin didn't even bother wondering how she knew that.

"Thanks honey," he said, slowly stroking a spot just above his hip that he recognized as once being the small of her back. Appreciative ripples skittered across his chest. "Hey, did you eat my shirt during the night?"

A gentle squeeze gripped him. He wasn't sure how to interpret that. This was certainly going to be interesting. He got up and dressed as usual. Eric was predictably back on the couch downstairs. He was lying in a heap with a pillow over his face.

"Mornin' sunshine!" Kevin chirped.

Eric briefly raised a hand to acknowledge him, not risking moving the pillow and exposing his face to the piercing glare of the sun. That was all Kevin wanted. He liked to check on them when he found one of his roommates like this. Just to be sure they weren't suffocating themselves or choking on their own vomit or something. They wouldn't admit it but they probably both owed their lives to his vigilance. Kevin looked in the fridge, only to be disappointed once again. Kevin spoke down to his chest.

"You can't let me forget to buy milk again." He got another gentle squeeze as a response. He was disappointed that he would soon be in public where talking to his shirt would look peculiar. He was starting to enjoy their 'conversations.' He grabbed his pack and stepped out, breakfast forgotten. He didn't even feel that hungry anyway.

Kevin climbed into his car, marveling at how hot it could be even this early in the morning. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway, the latex softened and stuck to his skin as he did so. A few beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he drove off. He reached for the air conditioner, but felt a stiffness in his shoulder as he did so.

"You like it don't you?" Kevin's grip on the wheel tightened and a series of tantalizing tickles cascaded across his abdomen. Apparently Eva was a lot more versatile in the heat. "Grrah! Kinda need to concentrate right now!"

He swerved as Eva pinched one of his nipples. "Ahh- seriously! Not worth dying for!" He panted. Eva's ministrations finally subsided at the fear in his voice. He was sure that there would be no trouble staying awake today.

To his surprise, Eva was remarkably well behaved throughout the day. It seemed enough for her to simply be there with him. Kevin was impressed. She gave him less trouble than the regular shirt had yesterday. The knowledge the she was with him though, it still made all the difference. He never wanted to be without that comfort again.

At lunch, Kevin pulled out his sandwich and considered the wrapping briefly. He didn't know why, but the thought of eating the plastic didn't seem remotely unusual. He chomped down the wrapped sandwich without delay. He had to admit, he was warming up to the stuff. The smooth texture of the plastic seemed to make his simple meal complete. Eva constricted around his chest, a persistent pressure, one of concern. Kevin whispered to her.

"There's not much to be done about it now," he said, checking again to see if he was being watched. "But believe me; we will talk later."

Eva eased off. She was pretty calm for the rest of the day, though he could sense her apprehension through his skin. Kevin had forgotten his concerns about what was going on until just that moment. Being reminded about them made him anxious again, except this time he also felt stupid for putting in on the back burner in the first place. The rest of the day went smoothly enough regardless and he was soon on his way home. Kevin felt a twinge that made him jerk the wheel as soon as he was on the road.

"Eva! Not while I'm driving," he scolded. But she was insistent. The twitching and tickling forced him to pull the car over. What was she on about? It was as if she was-

"What's that Lassie?" He cried. "Farmer Brown's barn is ablaze? Urgh... No? We're out of milk? I don't know I'm pretty sure it was the barn one. Oof!"

She had been getting good at this. She crunched his guts hard enough to make him see stars.

"Well," he squeaked. "I'd better get to the supermarket if I know what's good for me."

Kevin breezed through the isles, stopping occasionally to grab something that caught his eye. Trial and error had taught him the appropriate priorities for grocery shopping. Impulse buys, then things you actually needed, and refrigerated or frozen goods last. He felt that familiar twinge as he passed through an isle of cleaning supplies. He saw that he was right across from several shelves filled with rubber gloves.

"Didn't you eat this morning?" Kevin got another persistent squeeze. "I'm sorry but there's just no way I'm buying you rubber gloves here." He did his best to pay and make his way out of the store with her trying to squeeze his stomach out through his throat. He continued once he was back in his car and could speak openly.

"What I'm saying is; you've been an angel today. The best I've ever seen you. And to let you settle for some dime-a-dozen nitrile gloves would be an insult." The pressure relieved, this was as slack as he'd ever felt her. He sighed deeply before continuing. "I've got a few shirts that need replacing, not to mention that my only pair of latex shorts has run off seemingly of its own accord. And I might just make a few impulse buys while I'm in the neighborhood." Kevin wasn't sure how excitement was accurately communicated through touch, but apparently it could be done.

Lady Denna greeted Kevin with a warm smile as he entered the shop. Or it would've been a warm smile on anyone else. Lady Denna just didn't seem to have 'warm' in her. Her angular features and classic black-everything attire made any smile seem sinister. She pushed back a jet black lock that had slipped out of the long, tight braid she wore. She had a number of coy responses to the question of her being a dominatrix or not. Kevin had heard a selection of them. He didn't listen to her verbal responses on the subject. He merely watched the way she handled a whip. That was conclusive evidence in Kevin's book. 'Testing out new inventory,' she said. More like practicing...

She was certainly in the right line of work though. Kevin glanced about the trappings of the shop. He'd never seen such a fitting application of the term 'emporium.' Or 'erotica' for that matter. Yes, Evan's Erotica Emporium was the most as-advertised business he had ever been in. He liked it. The shops that would try to be discreet with their black curtains and plain brown wrappers just ended up looking foolish.

The honesty and openness of the emporium was refreshing. Kevin felt an immediate flurry of twitching as he entered the store. Eva could barely contain herself. Kevin tried to save face by making his laughter look cynical or ironic. He pulled it off convincingly, if there was one thing he could do it was be cynical. He needn't have bothered. It wasn't like the place was crowded. Nor would unusual behavior have stood out in this venue. Eva tugged at his stomach again, like she was trying to signal him. Kevin was confused. The only thing he was near was-

"Baskets," he whispered. "Should've known better than to take my girlfriend shopping."

He obligingly picked one up and walked through the store. Surrendering himself and waiting for Eva to pick out something she liked. He was at times forced to wonder how she could see in her current state, but that was just as likely to remain a mystery as anything about her. He picked up a few pairs of shorts and a pack of three shirts as he went by the clearance bin. Apparently his classic favorite was no longer a popular item. Kevin continued about the shop, sticking to all the smooth, shiny plastic items that he thought might catch her fancy.

"Shopping for a friend?" Came Lady Denna's smooth voice from behind him. Kevin wasn't startled, he had been trained better than that, but her tone still gave him pause. He turned and approached the counter.

"You might say that I am," he said in an easy manner. "How did you know?"

"Well you got what you needed, and now you're walking about, decidedly not checking out. That's not how a man shops. That means that you don't know what you want. Or more accurately that you don't know what she wants."

"Well yes, is there-"

"If I might make a suggestion..." She said, not acknowledging his question as she reached behind the counter. "This one's been flying off the shelves. Mostly new couples that want to experiment a little."

"Well I don't know..."

She picked up on a marked strain in his voice as he deliberated. It was odd; she had never known him to get flustered. She pushed the ten-inch, double ended purple dildo across the counter as an excuse to get a better look at him.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt to try," he offered.

"Well I don't know if I'd say that." No uncertainty this time, that grin was definitely evil.

"I meant I'll take it."

"Of course," she said, ringing him up for it. "I really must know though; where did you get your body paint from?"

"Excuse me?"

"Now, now this is neither the time nor the place for modesty Mr. Kahler," she chided. "I can smell it all over you. I'm surprised it's not making you dizzy. And from the sound of your voice I gather that it dried a little too tight?"

"You don't know the half of it," Kevin said. "I have to know, are you trying to replace the dominatrix rumors with clairvoyant rumors now?"

"Hmmm... I wouldn't call them 'rumors...'"

"Facts then?"

"It's all in the eye of the beholder, sweetness." An evasive quip that Kevin wasn't sure applied, but he let it slide. She finished packing his purchases into a plastic bag, proudly emblazoned with the Triple-E logo.

"I'm merely keeping tabs on our competition, good business sense you know," she explained. "You didn't get that stuff from here or I would recognize the smell. Likely as not I would've sold it to you myself. I thought that we had the best latex body paint operation anywhere around here. A loyal customer like you walking in with someone else's merchandise is cause for great concern. You sure I couldn't interest you in a sample? We've got a lovely new machine that will mix it up any way you want. Cost a pretty penny and I'm just dying to try it out."

"Well I know that you love a challenge, Denna."

"Lady Denna."

"Quite."

She was always very insistent about that title, though no one knew what exactly it meant or why she used it. Kevin often let it slip, to keep her on her toes.

"Well I've got a deal for you," he offered. "I'll buy a quart if you can match this."

Kevin pulled up the edge of his shirt to reveal the shimmering surface of his transformed lover. Kevin had to admit that, as menacing as all her expressions seemed, it was that look of unbridled excitement on Lady Denna's face that filled him with the most dread. She grabbed his T-shirt and yanked it up more, transfixed by the material. She daintily peeled the thick layer of "body paint" up to get a better look.

The tips of her leather corset came to rest on the counter; she just couldn't get close enough. She snatched her composure back up just as quickly as she had lost it. Her excitement was barely perceptible as she put on a very studious and businesslike air. She began an astute appraisal as she leaned back and fingered the bottom edge of Kevin's exotic garment.

"We are in trouble..." She mused, still tugging and rubbing at the sheet of latex she held him by. "This material is a light-year and a half ahead of what we have. The only flaw with it is the artist. You brush this on with your feet?"

An aggressive contraction pulled Kevin closer to the counter. He pretended as though nothing happened.

"Cut a little slack for a novice won't you?"

"Fair enough. It seems that a little slack is exactly what you need. You laid it on pretty thick, no wonder it's crushing the life out of you. Can't fault your taste though. You're a man who knows what he wants, and it looks like you most certainly got it."

Kevin tugged at the flap she was holding, afraid of her getting too close a look, but Lady Denna was clearly not finished. She continued stretching and fingering the plastic, all the while making poignant observations.

"Soft and smooth, strong, yet still malleable and responsive... this is good stuff. It's the good stuff. I've never seen anything like it. It's dense too, that thing must weigh a ton."

"I've had worse," Kevin mumbled, renewing his efforts to pull away.

"You must let me have a sample."

Kevin froze. He knew that tone. This was not something he had the option of refusing. She would have that sample one way or another. But that would mean cutting Eva. Unacceptable. He had to worm out of this somehow.

"I don't think so," he said; his tone just as grave and insistent.

Lady Denna, clearly new to being spoken to in this manner, offered a compromise.

"I can't make your paint if I can't get a sample to work with."

Kevin gave the latex sheet another jerk and heard an ominous snap. Lady Denna's fingers grasped a thin green strip of that was jagged at one end. Kevin let none of the horror that he felt be betrayed by his voice as he picked up his bag and headed for the door.

"Well it looks like you've got your sample Lady Denna," he said, pronouncing the word 'lady' with the same inflection one would use to pronounce the word 'tapeworm.' "Do your worst."

"Wait!" She called after him. "I'm sorry! I was just excited about this. Hey! A quart of this is going to be expensive!"

Kevin paused at the door. He was worried about Eva, but he still shouldn't waste this opportunity. She seemed really excited about Lady Denna's other suggestion. Kevin owed it to his mate to try anything if it would make her happy.

"That will not be a problem," he stated. "I'll pay anything. Provided you can pull it off."

"Consider it done."

The bell clanged roughly against the glass door as Kevin made for his car. He moved with a diligent speed that belied his concern. Lady Denna examined her prize.

"You were quite right Mr. Kahler," she mused. "I do love a challenge..."

"Are you all right Eva?" Kevin asked when he got back to his car. A gentle squeeze answered. She was. He let out a heavy sigh as he pulled away from the store. He worried silently as he drove home, slowly working his jaw and mulling over all the possible consequences for Eva. He dropped his EEE bag into his grocery bag and carried it inside. He put away the few groceries he bought before heading up to his room. He could feel the various seams of his shirt starting to unstick as he ascended the stairs.

He tore off his cloth shirt as soon as he got into his room and carefully peeled his second skin away. He quickly found her mouth and puffed long and hard into it. His urgency and anxiousness finally found an outlet now that he had something to do. Kevin had her inflated in no time. He didn't notice the speed with which he breathed into her until she stood up and he suddenly found he could no longer do so himself. Eva grasped his shoulder as he fell to his knees.

"You don't have to flip out like that." She said. "It was just a finger, I've got others."

"She... shouldn't have..." Kevin panted.

"I liked Lady Denna," Eva responded. "Sure she was kind of pushy and rude, but she seemed really interested in me."

"She... wanted... cut you up..."

"Oh sit down already, before you pass out." She gave him a gentle shove that sent him to the floor. He crossed his legs and tried to relax. "If you must know I let her break it off. I wanted to see what she would do with it. Latex body paint sounds intriguing. We've had plenty of fun with the stuff I make, and the ability to coat you completely in latex... to cover you all over... hmmmrrrrgh..."

Her words trailed off into a gentle murr and her eyes became distant. Kevin noted her enthusiasm, and the sudden disappearance of her clothes. Now that his head was clearing he could see that she really loved the idea.

"Yeah, I guess there's no harm done," he said, gently stroking her side. "She was probably just very excited when she saw you. I know the feeling."

Eva reveled in his touch, as she always did.

"Hmmm... I had a good time today," she cooed. "Did you?"

"I missed taking deep breaths," he scoffed. "But I got caught up on those well enough."

Kevin withdrew his hand. There was a brief awkward silence, after which they both said:

"I need to talk to you about something."

Kevin chuckled briefly at the jinx. He shuffled to his feet having finally regained his breath. Looking up at her from the floor, Kevin got the impression that his little friend wasn't so little anymore. As he drew up to his full height, his suspicions were confirmed. When he first met her, the tips of her perky ears barely reached his chin. Now she was eye-to-eye with him as he spoke.

"You go first Eva," he said. "You haven't been able to talk the whole day."

"All right," she began. "At lunch, you ate the wrapper on your sandwich. I may not know much about cooking, but I know that I'm the one that eats plastic around here and you're not."

"Wait... You mean you don't know?" Kevin asked. Shocked at the realization. "I was going to ask you what was going on with that! Eva, my spit is starting to dissolve rubber just like yours. I'm losing hair all over my body and my skin develops this bizarre feeling wherever you touch it with that goop of yours. And you're telling me you don't know anything about it either?"

Eva stood in a stunned silence.

"What?!" Kevin practically yelled, his anxiousness about the subject getting to him.

"Well, that wasn't the first thing I noticed."

"Oh, do go on..."

"Last night, I didn't absorb that shirt. You did."

Kevin's hand jumped to his chest. Any remaining hair had been obliterated, the skin was smooth, flawless, and he noted, quite sensitive. He shuddered as one of his fingers swept across one of his nipples.

"And... the other night." he began, slowly assembling a few forgotten memories. "When you bit down here... something happened."

"They stretched," she said. Realizing the implications of this just as he did. "I forgot all about it. I was so scared after you passed out that it must've slipped my mind."

"What does it all mean Eva? What's happening to me?"

"Oh, no... I didn't think to mention this before," she squeaked. "The magic that made us was very primitive; experimental. We were just... what's the word..."

"Prototypes?"

"Yeah, that's why we were to be destroyed. Our magic is unstable. It rubs off on those who get close to us."

"And I'm about as close as you can get."

"I'm so sorry Kevin. You must hate me..."

Kevin stood, grasped her shoulders and looked gravely into her eyes. Eva didn't like that look. She knew that he felt betrayed. He looked like he was going to hit her. She shut her eyes and squirmed in his grasp, ready for the worst. But only as soft kiss met her lips. She pressed back briefly, before breaking the kiss and meeting his gaze again.

"You're not mad?"

"Don't be silly," he said. "Of course I'm mad!"

Eva shirked again.

"I'm mad that you didn't tell me about this sooner!" He exclaimed, releasing her and starting to pace about the room. "I was scared out of my mind, Eva. I had no idea what was happening to me or if it threatened you. You have no idea how it feels to be so helpless and afraid."

"I believe I do Kevin..." She said. "I'm the one that has skin a millimeter thick. I'm the one that was hunted down just because of how I was born. I know fear. That's why I'm so sorry. I can't believe I could put you through that. All that pain and worry over me..."

Kevin calmed himself. He found that his anger evaporated as soon as he looked into his lover's eyes.

"Eva, worrying isn't a bad thing." He drank in her angelic features as their eyes locked. "Worry is being afraid for someone you care about. Being terrified that something bad will happen to them. Not knowing how you would ever go on without them. It hurts in a way that nothing else can, but if I went through my life having never felt that for someone, I would not have truly lived. Any price for me to stay with you is a price I will pay without a moment's hesitation. I don't care if I have to live with a morbid fear of pincushions, I don't care if you melt the flesh from my bones. I want nothing more than to be with you."

Eva couldn't believe her ears. Kevin would go to hell and back for her. What had she done to deserve such a mate? And how could she ever make it up to him? That smile he wore showed that he had the same thing in mind that she did.

"Well if you're sure..." She drawled. "Then just give me one second to get that pesky finger back."

She ruffled through the contents of the EEE bag and pulled out one of the shirts, ripping open the packaging.

"Sorry," she said as she appraised her meal. "Looks like you won't even get to break this one in."

"I bought them for you," Kevin replied. "I don't really have need of them anymore."

Eva gave the shirt a sniff. She found a harsh chemical odor that crinkled her snout. Must've been something to do with the manufacturing process.

"Maybe I'll grab an old one," she said. "They're better seasoned anyway."

"It's your buffet, love."

She must have been quite hungry. The shirt was swallowed soon as found. Eva emerged from the closet, patting her full belly as the black mass dissolved. She extended her hand. A new, floppy finger had appeared to fill the gap. Kevin coaxed the air into it as he did before and kissed her wrist. A cute gesture. He could've sworn he saw the color of her cheeks deepen. She looked away to dig through the bag again.

"So, what do you propose we do with this?" She asked, presenting the toy they had bought.

"I thought that you were the one with designs on that. It was your idea."

"Well, technically it was Lady Denna's idea. I just approved it."

"Hmph. Well I'm not about to let poor planning stop me. It's your present and you should be the one to enjoy it. Lie down."

"Oh that's romantic," she commented, stretching out on the bed.

"Hmmm... perhaps you wouldn't like Lady Denna's style after all. You'd be ordered around a whole lot I'm sure."

"Don't try to be like her. I like your style just fine."

Kevin crawled onto the bed with her, still gripping the toy. The were both pretty hot after having spent the whole day rubbing up against each other, but she was right. He should take the chance to be romantic for at least a moment. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Both of them quickly became lost in the embrace. Kevin snuck one of his eyes open and edged the dildo a little closer. It would be just too perfect if he could surprise her a little.

Her long, elegant muzzle afforded plenty of space between them for him to make his move. He positioned the smooth shaft just an inch from her opening. He kissed harder as he just barely touched her outer folds with it. She looked like she hadn't notice, so Kevin took it as his chance to ram the toy home. Eva screeched out loud at suddenly being filled. Kevin almost dropped the toy to instinctively cover his ears.

"OOOH! When did you get so sneaky?"

"Maybe you are rubbing off on me..."

He cut off her reply with another quick jab. The toy was buried deeper and deeper into her waiting folds, driving Eva into fits of yips and moans. He paused when it was halfway in and halfway out. He wanted to have enough left that he could still maintain a good grip. She could probably swallow up the whole thing if he pushed any more, but what then? No, Kevin wanted to leave his options open. Eva huffed and panted, using the pause to recover herself.

"Oh! It's amazing!" She gasped. "I've never felt anything like it. Ahhh! I'm so wet!"

"Wow, take it easy," Kevin chided. "I've barely started."

Kevin flexed the toy up and down, bumping her clit as much as he could. Each time she gave a harsh grunt and a gasp. Clearly this was very intense for her. And she was right, her fluids quickly coated the shaft and she hadn't even came yet. Kevin pondered the little role reversal, usually he was the one lying there, practically paralyzed, enraptured by his love. Turnabout was fair play it seemed. He liked it.

He started to pump the shaft in and out with smooth motions. Eva's gasps and moans quickly fell into time with his rhythm. Just as soon as she got used to it, Kevin rammed it home again. He expected her to respond, but he could've never imagined that he would trigger a climax just like that. Nonetheless, Eva's body stiffened, her entrance contracted around the shaft and her fluids spurted out as she screamed in ecstasy. Her panting never ceased as she desperately tried to get a hold of herself.

"Ugh- How did you- oooh... that's the fastest I've ever came!"

"Hey now!" Kevin scolded. "That's hitting a bit close to home."

"Sorry it's just- I don't know how to explain it. It's like it was always meant to be theeeAAAAHHHH!!"

Kevin watched as she was gripped by another powerful orgasm. She shuddered with the pleasure and took a moment to collect herself.

"Stop- that!" She panted, "I was trying to- to apologize."

"I didn't even do anything," he said. "I guess the real McCoy is just that inadequate."

"No. Noooooo! Ohhh. It's not like- like that. I don't know what's going on it's like I can't control- AHHHH!"

She came yet again, convulsing so hard that she tore the toy from his hands as she arched her back.

Kevin took another glance at her nether regions and couldn't help by laugh out loud.

"Ahhh! Quit it! It's not funny," she squealed.

"Eva, look. It's purple!" Kevin managed before he burst out laughing again.

Eva looked at her snatch, still impaled on the toy. Sure enough, the submerged portion of the shaft had started to dissolve and her cunny was now dripping with purple goo. She was still heaving and panting from the unexplained contractions. She couldn't help but laugh along with him though. Their bodies undulated and rubbed against each other as they shared in the moment.

It wasn't long before their laughter dissolved into more grunts and moans and Eva's climax built again, seemingly of its own accord. Kevin marveled at what he was seeing. He could see the portion of the shaft that was in Eva be gripped by her muscles as she came again. The shaft liquefied completely and was drawn up into her, spreading out over her body. He noted that her outer lips had ceased leaking fluids. A slightly dazed Eva addressed him.

"Okay... okay... I think it's passing..." She looked to him. "Well what are you waiting for? Get to it!"

"Some things never change..."

Kevin grasped the slick shaft. Eva's lubricants appeared to have softened it. It was much more plaint and flexible. But that made it all the more difficult to get a grip on. Kevin tugged and shoved, but the shaft refused to budge.

"Eva..." He stammered. "You're not going to believe this. I think it's stuck."

"Who cares?" She exclaimed. "Just keep doing that!"

Kevin gripped the shaft. He didn't apply any thrusting force, he just stroked it fluidly. Eva murred contentedly, her tongue sliding out the side of her mouth. How could she feel that? Kevin felt a few drops of liquid splatter against his leg. He looked down to see that it was slick, purple precum, spurting from the tip of the toy! He watched its surface as small rivulets of dark green snaked their way up the shaft.

"Eva... you have a-"

"Eyahhhh!"

Eva had a cock. And it seemed she was a quick study on using it, as she was soon coating Kevin with thick ropes of purple cum.

"Oh, oh God. That's so- wow," She gasped. "Is that really what it's like for you?"

"I can only imagine..."

"Oh... You know I've been having all the fun so far, and you look like you could use a little loving. Here let me clean you up."

Kevin, still somewhat in shock, obeyed. He wasn't sure why she was having him lie across the bed like this with his legs hanging onto the floor, but his chest felt so good under her tongue he ceased to care. His member pulsed and twitched as Eva worked. That tremendous show of climaxing and spurting she did had made him painfully hard. The licking only made it worse. He hoped that she would get to it soon. It was agonizing enough being teased like this let alone having to lie here over the edge of the bed with his ass hanging out like-

Kevin noticed that the licking had stopped. He looked down to see Eva towering over him, sporting a wicked grin that would've made Lady Denna proud. Kevin only had time for his eyes to bulge before he was filled to the brim with balloon vixen. Or was it balloon todd... The words really weren't important. The point is that Eva took to her new member with as much enthusiasm as she did anything.

Kevin had the vague impression that he was supposed to be surprised or appalled, but the fact was; she was good at this. She filled a void, so to speak. She was bringing him the relief he needed in a way he never thought possible. He relaxed and let her hilt herself into him, and was rewarded with a wave of pleasure. His member drooled pre and his stomach convulsed as she lifted his legs and humped him for all he was worth. He had been on edge for far too long. He tensed up and fired his load just as she slammed him with as much force as she could muster. The combination splattered cum onto his face and all down his chest.

He marveled at the force with which he came. He also noticed that he didn't feel like he had been emptied. In fact, a warm, tingling sensation was stretching him out, pumping up the aftershocks of his climax to where they nearly brought him to the edge all over again. He realized that Eva was cumming into him. Hard. Again he couldn't help but be ecstatic at the thought, and he found that he missed her when she withdrew.

Still failing to acknowledge that anything remotely unusual had happened, she set to work cleaning him up again. She murred and growled as she did so. The thrumming vibrations penetrated deep down into his chest. The memories of the Labrador that he had had as a child that popped up while Eva was licking his face didn't fit too well in context. They made him smile though. Somehow having his face licked was just as intimate as a deep kiss. Eva certainly seemed to think so from the way she was acting. Apparently absorbing his cum was a very sensual part of the experience for her. She took to it ravenously, not letting a single drop escape. Kevin was content to drift off and let her continue. Of course that was until one particular phrase caught his attention.

"Well, there's only one way to clean that off."