Chapter 2 - Two - At the Lake

Chapter Two – At the Lake

 
The next morning I walked away from the camp to do my business, ignoring the curious look from Orrek, who’d pulled himself out and was pissing against a tree.

I squatted against a log and put my head in my hands. I’d barely gotten any sleep; I’d been too rattled by my attempt at masturbation, at what my mind had wanted. 

I’d never craved penises like that before-- but just thinking about them now, I could feel a twinge of arousal between my legs. For as long as I could remember, I had always been the one who penetrated, the one who left women breathless and wet. I had tumbled with a man or two before, but I was always the one who entered him, I was always the one who pushed him down and made him mine. Anal was more work than a woman’s moist pussy, and I had never been much interested in having it performed on me.

I thought on this idly as I splashed water from a nearby stream on my face; the thought of doing anal now that I had the parts of a woman. What would it feel like to be filled in both holes at the same time? I’d been on the giving end of such an interaction once—I had been able to feel the other man’s cock pressing against mine as we both entered the willing woman at the same time. To be in the middle of that, to be so filled…

The thought made me shiver, but it was not an unpleasant shiver.

I splashed more water on my face and ignored the blossoming warmth from my pussy.

Anyway, who would want to sleep with me? Half of a woman’s appeal, other than a willing mouth and wet cunt was her softness, her breasts and her smooth skin, her round ass and sweet lips.

The thought of a woman’s body warmed me, but not as much as the thought of a cock pushing into me.


“You certainly took your time out there,” Orrek said when I returned, giving me a conspiratorial wink.

If only he knew.
 
We were well out of the demon’s lands when we stopped that night alongside a glassy lake. 

The day was still warm, and once our camp had been set and the wards put in place, we settled onto a slab of rock overlooking the calm lake.

“Six more days to Vastayar,” Iven said, spreading his map out in front of us. “We’re behind schedule, what with our unexpected stop under a mountain, but we should still make it in time for the ceremony.” He rolled the map back up and sat back with a stretch and a groan. “I don’t know about you two fools, but I feel as dank as a prostitute’s pussy.” He pulled off his over robe and stood up. “Coming for a swim?” He snapped his robe at Orrek.

Laughing, the two of them stripped, taunting each other. “Coming, Ben?” Orrek asked, stopping in front of me.

I was still sitting, and his cock was level with my eyes. It was flaccid now, of course, but I longed to reach out and stroke it into something much harder and bigger.

I swallowed uneasily.

I stood up, taking it out of my sight.

“Go ahead, I’m coming,” I said, taking off my over robe slowly.

I watched as they raced to the lake, shoving each other as they ran, cocks and balls swinging between their legs.

I looked down at my own pants, and then back up at the lake.

It was stupid to think they wouldn’t notice what was missing.

I kept the pants on as I walked to the shore.

“Oh what’s this?” Orrek demanded, surging out of the water to stand across from me. He crossed his arms. “Iven! Ben’s still wearing his pants!”

Iven surfaced and glanced at me with raised eyebrows. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before,” he said. 

I grinned, trying to hide my nervousness. “I just don’t want you two to feel embarrassed; I know you always worry about underperforming compared to me.”

Iven and Orrek exchanged a conspiring look.

They both ran towards me and Orrek grabbed my arms behind my back and Iven grabbed the waist of my pants. 

They started pushing me towards the water, and Iven started pulling down my pants. I struggled in Orrek’s grip and got one hand free, clinging onto my waistband. 

“What?” Orrek asked cheerfully, “The demon curse you with blue balls and a shriveled old cock?”

“Don’t be an idiot,” I growled, but we were still struggling.

“You can’t get in the lake if you’re wearing clothes,” Iven said, making up this rule. “Off we go!”

His grip tightened and he flung my pants down.

“Oh,” Iven said, his eyes on my crotch. My legs were partially spread from my struggle—he had a clear view on what had replaced my privates.

“You’ve gotta let your little man breathe every so often,” Orrek reminded me, oblivious. He let go of my arms and elbowed me as he walked past. I heard him splash into the water, but Iven didn’t follow.

He stood up and looked at me. “The demon?”

“The demon,” I agreed.

Iven glanced down and then back up at my face. He looked as if there were many things he wanted to say, wanted to ask, but when he finally did speak, all he said was, “Didn’t think I’d be seeing any pussy during this journey.”

“Are you two getting in the water or what?” Orrek shouted at us.

Iven walked in front of me as we slid into the water. Once we were deep enough I dove forward, covering myself with water.

Iven didn’t say anything to Orrek about my new genitalia, and he didn’t say anything else to me about it as we washed ourselves and swam and splashed, but when Orrek finally decided to get out, Iven caught my arm. “Wait a while,” he muttered.

We watched as Orrek walked back to the rock slab and laid down, his head not facing us.

“Were you planning on telling me?” Iven demanded. He still hadn’t let go of my arm, and we were standing close in the water.

“Eventually, probably,” I said, shrugging it off. “Does it even matter? I’m still me.”

“Yes of course you’re still you and yes of course it matters!” Iven retorted. 

I was the unshakable one. Iven was not.

“Why would the demon do this? You helped him! Why would he—” he was staring down at my chest. The water was deep enough that it covered our lower bodies, but I knew he was remembering what he’d seen down there.

I had a rushed, sudden longing that he could see down there right now. Wishing that when he’d seen it, he’d liked it.

I shook away the thought.

“I think he meant it as a gift,” I said, stepping a little bit further away from Iven. “He said something about making me fertile and hoping I had many children.”

“You can do that just as well being a man,” Iven grumbled. I didn’t disagree.

He paused, and I could see thoughts cross his face. He’d always been too expressive, too easy to read. His eyes were back down on my body. “You can get pregnant?”

The words sent a trickle of delicious heat through me. I tried not to imagine it. I crossed my legs.

“Maybe,” I said.

“Fascinating,” Iven said. I’d taken a step back, but now he took a step forward. I was surprised to see that his face was red. He was blushing. Why was he blushing? He took another step closer. I uncrossed my legs and wondered if I should back away. “Can I… touch it?”

“Wh-what?” I asked. Unshakable my ass. He’d thrown me off balance.

Iven’s face was very red. “Never mind,” he said quickly, obviously mortified with himself. “It was a stupid question. Forget it.”

He turned away and I grabbed his arm.

We stared at my hand on his arm. Why the hells had I grabbed him? What was I thinking?!

“Yes,” I said, before I could stop myself.

I was sure my face was just as red as his. I cleared my throat. “It’s just a pussy. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

Iven stared at me. “Are you sure?”

I shrugged, hoping it came off as nonchalant, and hoping he couldn’t hear how loudly my heart was hammering against my ribs. “It’s not a big deal. Like I said, it barely matters.”

“It matters,” Iven muttered, almost in a growl. He turned back around fully to face me and glared at me. “I’m not going to touch it unless you want me to touch it.”

I rolled my eyes at his abrupt change in mood. Just like him. “You’re the one who asked in the first place.”

“I mean it,” Iven said, still glaring at me.

I glared back. “Do it,” I challenged him. “Touch me.”

“Fine, I will,” Iven said.

“Fine,” I retorted, crossing my arms.

Iven glowered at me and put his hands above my hips. We were close enough that I could almost feel his thighs brushing against mine. His hands felt warm on my skin. We’d touched each other many places throughout the years—innocent, friendly touches—but this was different.

We both knew it.

“Do it,” I repeated, quieter. When his hands didn’t move, I whispered, “I want you to.”

One hand slid from my hip down along the curve of my leg, to the side of my pubic hair. We were staring at each other when his hand brushed over my pussy’s lips. It was a gentle brush, barely heavier than the weight of the water around me.

He turned red again and I could see he meant to pull away. I uncrossed my arms quickly and grabbed his wrist underwater. “Don’t,” I said. “You said you were going to touch it so touch it.”

I’d always been stronger than him. He knew it. He stopped trying to pull away and instead rubbed my pussy with the tips of his fingers. “Like this?” He asked, almost tauntingly. Like me, he was just trying to act brash to hide our nervousness.

“Like that,” I agreed, letting go of his wrist. As I was pulling my hand away I brushed against his skin—against the length of his penis. He was getting hard. For me.

I shifted my hips closer to him and he stroked me, his fingers sliding against me. “You’re getting wet,” he said, almost embarrassed. “Not just from the water.”

“You’re getting hard,” I replied. “Presumably not just from the water.”

He stuck a finger inside me and I groaned. He tried to press deeper but encountered my guard. I felt his fingers flicker over it, stopping all further progress. “You’re a virgin?” He whispered.

“Seems that way,” I said, pressing myself against his hand. Gods it felt so good, just having his warm hand touching me, moving against me, having his sold body in front of me. Before I thought about it too much, I reached for his cock and stroked it once, tightening my grip when he nervously tried to pull away. “You’re touching mine, seems only fair I get to touch yours,” I said, not meeting his eyes.

I didn’t tell him that I loved the feeling of his cock in my hand. It wasn’t as big as mine had been, but it had a nice thickness to it, and as I stroked it, I could imagine him pushing it inside me, filling me with his heat. I could imagine him pounding into me, his balls slapping against me, the way he'd groan when he released himself in me. I shuddered at the thought.

He continued to rub his hand against my pussy and he groaned when I increased the pace of my stroking. “Y-you need to stop,” he muttered, fingers trying to push their way into my pussy, his hand wet from the water but wetter from my juices. “I’m going to cum.”

“Cum in me,” I said without thinking.

“What?” he asked, startled. His hand dropped away from my pussy, but I kept mine on his hard length, my fingers reaching under to graze his balls.

“Please,” I added.

