Amber Deen Leska

Amber Deen Leska pushed Pino’s arms into her shirt, arranging the hands to cover her breasts. She gestured to her body and smiled at Pino. Deen decided that she’d call Erind’s transformations by their names. It sounded like pet names. She swore that she’d think of the perfect pet name for Erind someday. “What do you think? Hand bras.”

“That’s your innovation to change the course of human history?” Pino dryly asked. “Fine, I’ll play along.”

Deen gasped as Pino’s hands started to fondle her breasts, her heartbeat starting to hasten. It was a different feel than usual. These fingers were longer than Erind’s. They were rigid and smooth. “Don’t let go, okay? Just continue doing that.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll grab onto your boobs as if I’m a baby monkey. I… I’m not sure where I was going with that. I don’t even have a mouth that can suck.” Pino’s fingers found Deen’s nipples.

“Erind…” Deen moaned. “That feels good… Erm, I know that I’m bullying you—”

“Oh, you have some self-awareness?” Pino’s cyclopean eye focused on Deen.

When Deen first saw the eye back at the Greaves Tech Fair, she was scared of it. Now, knowing that it was essentially Erind’s eye, Deen thought that it was cute. Deen wanted to poke the eye, but Pino would probably get angry.

Deen knelt on the edge of the bed. “I’m bullying you, and I won’t apologize for it.”

“What a sentence.” Pino’s hands harshly squeezed Deen’s breasts.

“Don’t be too rough,” Deen said. “And let me finish what I want to say. Know that I’m very, very thankful that you’re putting up with me. I may not be the most… normal… girlfriend. I’m not very nice. I can’t rein in my jealousy. I’m all-around toxic. I’m very, erm, degenerate. There. I admit it.”

Deen crawled over Erind’s naked body. Erind was truly like a doll. Cute. Thin. Delicate.

“That’s it?” Pino asked from the side.

“What?” Deen was annoyed that her meal was interrupted.

“Isn’t there anything else? You started to say, ‘I may not be the most…’ And started listing your negative traits. Where are the positive ones? That’s how it works.”

“Oh… Positives, positives. I’m super rich and beautiful? Anyway, stop disturbing me.” Deen continued until Erind’s face was underneath her. She bent down for a kiss. Erind’s mouth didn’t move, offering no resistance as Deen’s tongue entered.

Deen lowered herself onto Erind’s body, sandwiching Pino’s hands between them. Erind’s lifelessness excited Deen; her best friend was like a true doll. In a sense, Deen completely dominated Erind. She wanted to point it out, but decided not to. She didn’t want Erind to realize just how degenerate she was becoming. And her mouth was quite busy.

Awhile ago, Deen found Erind’s unresponsive tongue odd. Now, she enjoyed playing with it using her own tongue. Then Deen sucked Erind’s tongue out of her mouth and into her own.

“From this angle,” Pino said atop the pillows, “it looks like you’re eating my face.”

Deen started with nibbling Erind’s tongue, graduating to bites, and eventually chewing it. If this were the tongue of a normal person, it would’ve been bleeding by now. Deen couldn’t hold herself back. Erind was so helpless and tiny underneath her.

I really have the urge to eat her, Deen thought. It was probably similar to being tempted to squeeze cute things. Cute aggression. It wasn’t the first time this feeling had overcome Deen. It also wasn’t the first time that she had bitten Erind’s tongue, making it bleed. Deen vowed to control this side of her. She didn’t want to hurt Erind. Thankfully, Erind was more durable than even her.  

“You know what this reminds me of?” Pino asked.

Deen didn’t respond, focused on Erind’s tongue. She tasted a bit of iron. It knocked some sense back into her. She switched to softly sucking Erind’s tongue, apologizing in her head for biting too much.

“You’re not listening to me?” Pino said, using her hands to pinch Deen’s nipples to get her attention. “I’ll continue talking. This reminds me of the story of Snow White. Do you know about that?”

Deen released Erind’s tongue with a pop. “Of course. My nanny used to read me some fairy tales.”

“My body is Snow White, who had fallen into a cursed sleep,” said Pino.

“What am I then? The prince supposed to wake you up with true love’s kiss?”

“Looks like it. But your kiss isn’t working. More like a slobbering than a kiss.”

“Well, I didn’t intend my kiss to work,” Deen replied, winking at Pino. “I don’t want Snow White to wake up yet because I still have a lot of things to do to her.”

“You should be in jail, Deen,” said Pino.

Deen laughed as she inched down. She traced Erind’s collarbone with her tongue. The left. And the right. They were so pronounced given Erind’s thinness.  

Continuing to lick downward, Deen reached Erind’s chest. She moved sideways to Erind’s light pink nipple on top of a barely-there bump. Erind was quite conscious of her bust size. Deen might tease her about it sometimes, but Deen thought they were perfect. It added to Erind’s delicateness and doll-like features. Erind’s breasts, meager as they might be, have a delicious charm.

And Deen had become used to their feel in her hands. She wouldn’t have them any other way.

Deen circled her tongue around the nipple before taking it into her mouth. From slow licks, she hastened her pace. She also started to nibble at it while caressing the other breast with her hand.

Curiously, even though Erind’s soul wasn’t in this body, her nipple started to harden into a squishy pebble between Deen’s teeth. Deen wasn’t sure how it worked. Well, though Erind wasn’t breathing, she also wasn’t dead. Many of her bodily functions probably worked as normal, including arousal.  

Deen felt herself getting wet. Wetter. And the smoldering between her legs grew into a blaze. She was about to reach down to coax the flames more when she realized that she had the perfect tool to relieve herself.

“Erind, I’m going to transfer your arm,” Deen said, pulling Pino’s right arm out of her shirt. She shoved it down her shorts and into her panties. “Work your magic fingers here. But don’t forget my breasts.”

“You’re using my arms like sex toys,” Pino said. “And you’re also using my body like a sex doll. I’m literally getting objectified here.”

“Of course, you are,” Deen said, glancing at Pino. “You’re my possession. And… I love you.”

Her cheeks instantly burned after saying those words. It was the first time she had said something like that to Erind. It should’ve been normal, nothing to it, but she was overcome by embarrassment. It felt like she was exposing herself, though Erind had seen her naked many times. This was something much deeper. For the first time, in their very short relationship, vulnerability clutched Deen’s heart.

“What did you just say?” Pino asked.

“Nothing!” Deen exclaimed as she felt Pino’s fingers explore the slick folds between her legs. “I-I didn’t sa-say anything,” she stammered as three fingers explored deep inside her.

“I did hear something.”

“If you did hear something, then why are you asking me about it?”

“Just making sure I heard it correctly.”

“Well, you heard it correctly,” Deen said, resting her head on Erind’s chest as Pino’s fingers assaulted her most sensitive place. She struggled to calm her breathing as she looked at Pino. “What’s your answer?”

“I… love you, too.”

The flood gates broke open and Deen came hard. Just those words had this much effect on her. Deen faced down, squealing into Erind’s skin as the exhilaration washed over her in waves. She hugged Erind’s body so tight that she thought she could crush Pino’s arm between them. She didn’t know how long it lasted, but her body spasmed for seemingly minutes.

Deen collapsed on Erind.

“Wow… that was quite the sight,” Pino said. “Are we done? Can you put me back together so that I can return to my body?”

“No,” Deen whispered. “We’re just getting started.”