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It started as the faintest brush of coolness against his inner thigh. Gideon jolted mid-step.
“Hey, whoa, what the hell?” He slapped at his leg, twisting around. “Kremy?”
Kremy barely glanced over his shoulder, one hand on his cane, the other on the cigarette Gideon had recently lit for him.
“What?”
“Did you just touch me?”
Kremy’s tail flicked lazily.
“If I had, you’d know it.”
“The fuckin’ – somethin’ touchin’ my leg, that wasn’t you?”
“No, it wasn’t me. Fellas, do you see anything?” Kremy asked. The rest of the party paused, Frost, Gricko and Torbek each turning to look, surveying Gideon where he stood. Gideon was touching his leg and looking around himself for the offending party.
“Torbek doesn’t see anything Mr. Gideon. Did it grab you or just touch you?” he asked, curling his wrists in front of his chest and fiddling with his claws nervously.
“It just fuckin’, it touched me, man. Damn it, I hate this place,” Gideon said for at least the tenth time since coming to the Feywild.
Frost, expression mild and contemplative, stepped up and held one hand to his temple, facing Gideon.
“I sense no presence, but I think we should move carefully. Yon is clearly as mysterious and unpredictable as the rest of the Feywild. Gideon…are you sure something touched you?” Frost said.
“Well, yeah, somethin’ fuckin’ reached up and touched me on the-the leg,” he said, deciding not to specify that it had been about three inches from his dick. Gideon yelped as the touch returned. “Dammit, there it is again, look!”
Everyone stared. Nothing. Gricko squinted.
“Gideon, I don’t fink anything’s touchin’ you except maybe Kremy’s, eh, shadow.” He waggled his eyebrows at them both.
Gideon spun on Kremy, who raised both hands in theatrical innocence.
“I ain’t doin’ anything, Gid.”
But there, stretching out in the flickering stormlight, Kremy’s long-shadowed silhouette was pressed shamelessly against Gideon’s leg. A shadow hand curled just below his hip.
Amdipoor turned around from where he was leading them.
“Is everything quite alright?” he asked in his chivalrous tones.
“It’s nothin’,” Gideon mumbled, cheeks blazing as he felt the shadow grasping at him once more before slithering back under Kremy’s feet.
They moved on. The others joked and chatted with Amdipoor, but Gideon stayed just behind Kremy in case the feeling happened again. The next time they passed under lightning-lit clouds, the cool brush returned. A teasing stroke up the inside of his thigh where his leg met his torso, dangerously close to his dick.
Gideon stiffened.
“Not now,” he hissed under his breath. The hand paused. Kremy was looking the other way, talking to Frost, but his shadow was cast across Gideon. As if testing boundaries, the hand slid back in to cup him through his pants. Gideon bit off a moan and staggered. Kremy turned slightly, brows raised, shadow falling innocently back into place.
Gideon shifted, clearing his throat.
“Kremy, what the hell, man, we’re…the others are gonna see yer shadow doin’ this,” Gideon growled in a low voice only loud enough for Kremy to hear. In response, the shadow gave a slow stroke up and then down Gideon’s dick and he grunted softly, shifting.
“What’s that, Gid?” Kremy asked, turning, his shadow sliding back down where it belonged, though it gestured in frustration where it pooled on the ground, one of its hands silhouetting at its own crotch and making a jerk off motion and then pumping its hips. Were Gideon not already red, he would have turned scarlet at its implication.
“You wanna get control of your shadow, man, it’s…it’s fuckin’ gropin’ me, Kremy,” Gideon said in a conspiratorial tone.
Kremy looked down at his shadow, which now moved with him.
“What are you talking about, Gid? Look.” He moved an arm, and the shadow’s arm followed. He opened and closed his mouth and the shadow did as well.
As soon as Kremy turned around, his shadow was back on Gideon again, cast against his shirt and pants, moving along him supernaturally and there was nothing he could do to stop it – not that he wanted to. He didn’t understand Kremy’s new powers, but it seemed his shadow now had a mind of its own, and it was fully intent upon touching Gideon in all the right places. The only trouble was that anyone could see and hear his reactions.
The others walked ahead and Gideon relaxed slightly. That’s when it happened. The shadow slipped behind Gideon, its outline pressing flush to his back, curling ghostly fingers between his legs.
Gideon bit down a moan, legs buckling slightly as the cool phantom sensation of Kremy’s shadow traced along his taint.
“Stop,” he whispered, without meaning it.
The fingers ghosted over his rim, circled it, retreated, returned with maddening patience.
Gideon stumbled again, biting the inside of his cheek to silence himself. His dick strained against the fabric of his pants. Kremy’s shadow was merciless, sliding lower, coiling possessively around the bulge like smoke.
“F-Fuck,” Gideon wheezed. He fell behind the group, struggling to shift his hardening length uncomfortably down his left pant leg. The shadow stroked over it, then it pushed, the tip of the shadow’s claw sliding along the slit of his dick past the cloth. It wasn’t sharp, just hard, and it pressed into the slit readily, slippery with precum.
The noise that escaped Gideon’s lips was ragged and far too loud.
The party froze. The shadow instantly returned to Kremy’s feet, but it was, Gideon saw, sporting its own erection, though Kremy was fully clothed and clearly oblivious to what his shadow was getting up to.
Gideon stared, horrified and flushed deep maroon.
Kremy smirked faintly, entirely too calm.
“You alright back there, Gid?”
“Y-yeah. I’m fine,” he muttered, ears burning.
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They made camp under a twisted tree, moonlight filtering weakly through gnarled branches. The others settled down fast, Gricko snoring, cuddled alongside Hootsie inside his tent almost immediately. Amdipoor bid them good evening and went to bed. Frost was meditating on the other side of the camp site and Torbek had also retreated to his tent, though from the nervous scuffling noises coming from inside, he was still circling in place before flopping down to rest.
Gideon stayed by the fire, tense and flushed. He couldn’t relax. Could barely think. The shadow’s touch had been on him all day, teasing him. Pressing just within him only to slither back to Kremy’s side, the bastard. His dick ached and there was an uncomfortable wet spot in his underwear from oozing with desire all godsdamned day.
His skin was hot and oversensitive, prickling under the weight of Kremy’s nearby presence.
Kremy lounged nearby, perfectly relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, absently flicking a playing card between his claws. His shadow was cast behind him and gave a coy little wave to Gideon, who resisted the urge to flick it off.
“You alright, Gid?”
Gideon glared at him sidelong, cheeks flushed.
“You know damn well I ain’t, but keep playin’ dumb,” Gideon said, sounding more annoyed than he felt.
“Feywild plays tricks,” Kremy said with a lazy grin, his eyes gleaming with amusement in the firelight. “Can’t help it.”
“Bullshit,” Gideon growled. He stood sharply. “I’m takin’ a walk.”
Kremy stood, his shadow blocking the fire and climbing up Gideon’s back, coming with him. Gideon continued into the trees, staying just within the light so the shadow could follow him. He felt the slither of cool silk wrapping possessively around his waist. He gasped, leaning forward against a tree as the shadow molded itself to him, hard outline pressed to his back in a grinding mimicry of Kremy’s slim, solid frame.
“Fuck,” Gideon whispered, head falling forward. “Kremy, you bastard.”
There was no answer. Gideon watched by the light of his own beard as the shadow’s hand slid around his side and down his stomach, slipping under the loose waistband of his pants and curling eagerly around his dick. Gideon groaned, widening his stance, opening his pants so his dick could escape the rough fabric, his hips jerking forward into the cool, perfect grip. It felt just like Kremy’s hand, but cooler, less solid.
“C’mon,” he panted, “just fuckin’–”
The touch slowed deliberately. The phantom hand pumped him with devastating patience, alternating between feather-light teasing strokes and sudden, possessive squeezes that had Gideon biting his lip bloody.
“Please,” he whispered, rocking back against the invisible hips grinding at his ass, desperate for more. The pleasure was maddening, made worse by the danger of someone stumbling on him like this. The thought only made him harder, his dick oozing precum from its tip before the shadow used a claw to plug it shut and Gideon whined, toes curling in his boots as he staggered and his fingernails clenched into the tree bark as he endeavored to stay upright.
The shadow kept stroking him mercilessly with its other hand before it removed its claw from his tip and slid that hand instead to cup his balls, squeezing and rolling his heavy sack as he shuddered and moaned. Fingers brushed maddeningly close to the puckered whorl of flesh between his cheeks and he whined softly, needing more.
Gideon bucked helplessly, half-laughing.
“You fuckin’ tease,” he gasped, “you’re gonna kill me, I swear.”
The thrusts intensified, still just barely avoiding full satisfaction.
Suddenly, the shadow disappeared entirely, pulled away by Kremy going to bed.
“Fuck,” Gideon almost sobbed, hard as a rock and unsatisfied. Gideon shoved his dick back in his pants with a growl of annoyance, stepping into his and Kremy’s now-shared tent since Kremy had given his own to the little goblin girl yesterday.
“Gid, you comin’ to bed already?” Kremy said, a slight tone of amusement in his voice that told Gideon he knew everything.
In an instant, Gideon’s hands were on him, pulling roughly at his suit.
“Gid, whoa, hang on now, you’re gonna rip that, hang on!”
But Gideon did not hang on. He stripped Kremy as quickly as a person can reasonably pull all the clothing off an alligator man who wears a three-piece suit complete with sock garters and spats.
“Let me at least blow out the lantern,” Kremy began, but Gideon grabbed his hand before he got to it.
“Leave it on.”
He threw Kremy down onto their pile of blankets and pillows and lined himself up behind Kremy so that his shadow was cast onto Gideon’s chest by the lantern. He spat into his hand, urgent, in too much of a hurry for thorough foreplay. He slid a wet finger inside Kremy from behind, driving a moan from him before Kremy snapped his fingers to cast silence over their tent.
Predictably, Kremy’s shadow slithered across Gideon’s chest, its tongue extending to lick his nipples, an odd, cool sensation that made him groan softly.
Gideon palmed himself back to full erection and slid into Kremy once he was stretched and moaning softly, his cock jutting up and out of his hole just as Gideon pushed inside. Gideon leaned forward on his knees, driving himself so that he was fully sheathed inside of Kremy and then allowing him to adjust to the stretch before he moved.
Or at least that was his plan.
What happened instead is that he got exactly the same treatment from Kremy’s shadow, which thrust into him with an exuberant snap of its incorporeal hips and Gideon made a high-pitched noise that he quickly covered with a cough.
The shadow gave no mercy. It matched Gideon’s pace with mocking, obscene enthusiasm, the cool, phantom cock pushing inside him in perfect rhythm to his own thrusts into Kremy.
Gideon gasped as he leaned forward and kissed Kremy’s neck, sweat beading at his temples as the double sensation of fucking and being fucked overwhelmed him. Kremy was tight and warm beneath him and yet the cold, perfect intrusion of the shadow had him trembling, wrecked between the two.
“You fuckin’, ah, bastard,” Gideon panted, hips snapping forward into Kremy’s body as the shadow thrust into him from behind to match. “You planned this.”
“Ain’t no good havin’ new gifts from the Baron if I don’t use ‘em,” Kremy panted, smug.
“I doubt this,” Gideon let out a grunt as Kremy’s shadow slammed into his prostate, “is how he intended you to use ‘em.”
Kremy only gave a soft, pleased hum and rocked back greedily against Gideon, forcing him to drive himself deeper, which obliged the shadow to do the same to Gideon. He moaned, the slick suction and slapping sound of their movements filling the tent. Gideon roughly kissed the scales at Kremy’s shoulder before biting down on it.
To Gideon’s immense surprise, the shadow’s teeth clamped down on his own shoulder and he squirmed in place, moaning into Kremy.
His vision blurred and his legs trembled violently, knees slipping on the blankets beneath them.
“G-Gods, Kremy, I–ah–I can’t–”
Kremy tilted his head lazily to look at Gideon’s flushed face, breathless but smirking.
“Yes, you can.”
Then, the shadow’s hand slid inside Kremy in a slick, two-dimensional movement, wrapping around Gideon’s dick and squeezing, increasing the tightness and stimulation. Kremy loosed a small hum of pleasure. The shadowy hand wrapped around Gideon’s dick matched its movements to the cock within him, pumping him in time to both their thrusts as he scrabbled at Kremy’s waist, his entire body shaking from the overwhelming assault of pleasure.
Gideon realized he really should give a reach around at the very least in exchange for all that Kremy was doing.
When Gideon’s hand reached for Kremy’s straining cock, he realized it was already engulfed by the shadow’s free hand.
“You kinky bastard,” Gideon laughed, breathlessly wrecked by the things Kremy came up with.
The shadow wrapped around Gideon within Kremy squeezed strategically as its cock slammed again and again, hammering his prostate until the raw sensation, the heat and ice and pressure and overwhelming friction broke him.
Gideon stiffened, choking on a hoarse cry as he came hard inside Kremy, pulse after pulse of thick heat flooding Kremy’s hole as the shadow milked every drop from Gideon while still driving into his ass with steady, unforgiving thrusts.
The sensation blurred from ecstasy into unbearable overstimulation. Gideon whimpered helplessly into Kremy’s back. The shadow finally withdrew from inside Gideon with a sinful, lazy slide that left him gasping and hollow.
Kremy moaned low as he came moments later, his inner walls fluttering around Gideon’s aching length, drawing out the last flickers of Gideon’s own orgasm until he sagged forward, exhausted.
A shadowy hand shifted across their bodies, carrying something… Gideon only realized what it was as the fingers opened to reveal the sticky, glistening offering of Kremy’s cum.
Gideon froze, panting, staring at it in the dim glow of the lantern. His stomach flipped, heat burning through him. Growling low in his throat, he leaned forward and slid his tongue along the shadowy palm. Gideon met Kremy’s eyes as he licked up every drop before flopping down onto their bed, sopping with sweat, his ass slightly sore, but utterly satisfied.
The shadow withdrew to match Kremy’s movements, as though it were innocent and hadn’t just fucked Gideon senseless and then forced him to eat Kremy’s cum.
Gideon flicked at the shadow’s head and it snapped it’s jaws at him once before retreating beneath Kremy as he blew the lantern out, the only remaining light provided by Gideon’s hair.
Kremy’s tail flicked lazily against Gideon’s thigh, his shadow mimicking the movement a moment later.
Gideon pulled Kremy close to him and kissed him, feeling a matching, cooler touch a moment later.
“You gonna make a habit of that?” Gideon asked.
Kremy smirked.
“So long as I have my shadow. Better help me keep it where it belongs.”