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Osgood the Mimic: Part Two (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2022-03-02 21:00:04 +0000 UTCI watched the sunrise over the canopy of trees as the sky faded from black, to purple, to pinks and oranges that radiated warmth along the horizon. The rays of the sun stretched out, reaching the Tugly Wood which caused an uproar of singing from the creatures within.
“Don’t you miss this?” Osgood asked.
I breathed in the dewy, cool air. “I see sunrises where I am now.”
“I mean, here, like this. Sitting on top of Tulgey Wood, close to the heavens. Do you do that where you’ve made a nest for yourself?” he chuckled.
I looked up at him, and the way the colors of the sky reflected off his teapot gave him a watercolor appearance. “Not exactly. But we are near the ocean, and the way the sun comes out of the water is almost as breathtaking.”
One of his hands came out from under the lid and patted the top of my head. His long fingers curled within my hair, gently pulling at the nap of my neck. It was a strange sensation, part annoying, part pleasurable.
“What are you doing?” I huffed.
“I’m not sure.” Osgood recoiled his hand. “You don’t have a handle I can pull on. How am I supposed to...you know?”
I bit my lips to suppress the massive grin trying to grow. “Right here? Right now?”
His big red eye glowed dimly. “Well, I mean, we should try. But not here! Of course not.We’d fall to our deaths.” He jabbed a foot through the canopy.
I chuckled and tried to cover it. “It’s so early, everyone will be waking up.”
Osgood leaned in close, placing a hand under my chin and squeezing my cheeks. “When did you get so modest? What have those other humans been doing to you?” A finger plucked at the lacing on my blouse. “You didn’t use to cover yourself like this.”
I shooed his hand away and laid my hand over my chest. “It’s chilly. And yes, well, maybe I have had to learn a few things out there. But still, if you want to attempt a mating, you could be more inviting than pulling my hair.”
“And how do I invite you?” Osgood teased.
I fluffed out my hair from where he had pulled and tried to buy time. “Well, take me somewhere more private than here for one.”
Osgood scooped me up into one palm. I sort of liked the way his hand felt on my rear, squeezing gently, his fingers pressing into tender areas.
Osgood lowered us down through the canopy. “My new nest might suffice you, but after living in such a fancy home in the kingdom, I dunno if you can rest comfortably without feathers and windows.”
“Are you mocking me?” I jabbed back.
“Maybe I am, Lady Fancy House.” We zoomed through the trees as he leapt and bounced off trunks. His grip became tighter, and his hand around my rear fastened itself. A tickle ran up through my chest and spine and I bit down on my lip.
I gulped as I tried to think of a response. “You’ve gotten an attitude now that you’ve got me!”
“I’m proud of myself, you can’t blame me.” He slammed into a tree and I slammed into him. His teapot felt warm against me.
I wriggled in his hand, causing him to grasp me harder than before. “Stop moving! I don’t want you thrown into oblivion.”
“Your hand is-” I stopped myself as he slipped down the tree. We plummeted faster and faster until he slung us inside the giant trunk. We fell a short distance until we hit his nest, it was a soft landing of moss, downy, and web. Up through the trunk I could see flickering bits of lights.
“Is this private enough for you?” Osgood chuckled as he set me down in the nest.
“This is so nice,” I murmured. “You made this?”
He scoffed. “What? Are you surprised?”
I leaned back in the nest, feeling more comfortable here than I did in my bed back at Lady Blackwood’s home. “Actually? Yes, this is quite nice.”
Osgood turned slightly. “I always hoped you’d come back so I could share it with you. I wanted it to feel...like home.”
I sat back up, bringing my knees to my chest. “I figured you would have found a mate by now, considering well...that it’s you.” I peered up at him. “But thinking that always made me a bit sad. A little angry too.”
He turned back. “Really?”
I nodded. “I’m only human.”
Osgood’s fingers brushed against my cheek. The touch was clumsy but he intended well. He smoothed his fingers back through my hair then reluctantly pulled away.
“Tell me what’s human,” he murmured quietly.
I licked my lips. “As in...you know?”
“Mating, yeah. How do humans do it?”
I stretched my legs back out. “I know they like kissing. And there are spots of me that I enjoy being...touched.”
Osgood lowered himself down and placed his hands on either side of my face. “Have you done it before?”
“Not exactly,” I grumbled. “I almost did, but I just wasn’t into what the guy had. You know?” I felt almost embarrassed by this confession. “I don’t find humans attractive the same way I do you.”
Osgood’s eye flicked. “I’m attractive?”
I smiled. “To me you are.”
His lid opened up and his tongue stretched out. I stretched out my neck, parting my lips and sticking my own tongue out. His tongue was softy and syrupy, tasing almost like honey. I licked along it until the tip of his went between my lips.
“I like that,” he growled. “Did you?”
I nodded, feeling more shy by the moment. I pressed a hand between my legs, rubbing against the wrist the same way his finger had.
“It’s a good start towards mating,” I breathed. I sat up more, untucking my blouse from my pants and pulled it over my head. I cupped my breasts into my hands, sweeping my fingers over the soft skin and teasing the dark nipples.
Osgood reached out, brushing his knuckles against the side of my breast. “They’re soft.” He unfolded his fingers, grabbing hold and pulling.
I swatted his hand away. “Ow! No! Gentle!” I braced my arm over the offended breast. “I’m not a tough kettle! You can’t just yank on me like that.” I exposed myself again, gently lifting my breasts up. I let them drop, jiggle, then caress my palms over them again.
Osgood watched, tilting this way and that. “And that’s supposed to be good?”
“Yeah. I like touching them. If you touch gently, I might like it more.” I arched my back to lean closer to him.
Osgood reached out again, pressing the pads of his fingers into the soft flesh. He circled around the nipple, poking it as it grew harder.
“What the hell is this?” He pinched the nipple and I let out an alarmed but pleased moan. He held still, watching me closely until I gave him an embarrassed smile.
“Was that good or bad?”
“Mostly good.” I arched my back again. “Keep going.”
Osgood hummed to himself then pinched my nipple again. “And this makes you want to mate?”
I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as his hands ran over my skin. “I know it must seem weird to you-”
“It’s kind of fun. I’m used to you looking so tough, but right now you look...cute.” He slipped a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. “Do you mean to do that?”
“I guess.” I lifted my hips next, taking off my pants so I sat bare before him. My heart was pounding, but I wanted it so much. “Okay so-” I was trying to keep my thoughts in order.
Osgood’s hands grabbed me, picking me up and holding me close. His lid opened, and the body from inside extended out. The long, slightly hairy form was topped with his long arms, dark red skin glistened and a mouth opened from the midsection.
I whimpered softly as the tongue lapped across my cheek and down my neck. “I like how this feels,” he breathed. “You’re so soft.”
I was laid back down into the nest. He leaned over me so the torso that came from the top of the teapot was almost on top of me. His tongue traveled down my body, lapping at my belly then going further.
“What’s this?” He sat up and moved my legs apart. He looked between, his red light focused there and then his hands began to touch and prod.
“Careful!” I huffed.
“It’s wet,” he murmured. His tongue slapped against me and I yelped.
His tongue squirmed there for a moment, applying pressure then licking upwards. He gulped and thrust his tongue back there. “It tastes good!”
I cried out and whimpered. “Osgood! That’s my-” I lost my breath as his tongue continued to devour me, lapping all over sloppily before applying more pressure.
“It’s open,” he murmured inquisitively.
I shivered as I forced myself to sit up. “That’s my...my mating spot.” I wasn’t exactly sure how to put it into words for him to understand.
Osgood breathed. “I see. I’m sorry, does it hurt or-”
“It felt nice. I liked you uhm-” I opened my legs again and moved my hand down to touch myself. I showed him with my fingers what I liked, slowly moving while that red light focused. I moaned softly, turning it into whimpers as my finger began moving faster.
Osgood grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away. “Well let me do it.” His tongue went back to place, tracing circles around the lips before easing inside.
I held my breath as he entered me. He would pull out, slurp and go back inside. Bit by bit he went deeper, all the while he growled deeply under his breath.
“I like this.” He removed his tongue and placed his fingers back upon me. “The warmth...the taste,” the mouth on his torso opened wider, dripping drool upon my legs. A second tendril extended from within.
Osgood picked me up with one hand, holding me gently but firmly as he brought me closer to his mouth. His tongue slathered against my thighs and ass, but that second tendril placed itself against my loins.
“Osgood,” I moaned.
“This is my...mating place,” he replied awkwardly. “Can they meet?”
I was embarrassed again, but the slick feeling of that bulbous, red tentacle felt nice against my mound.
“Okay,” I breathed.
He pressed gently at first, sliding himself inside me. I choked back my voice, throwing my head back as he plunged deep.
“It’s beautiful,” Osgood moaned. “And so...so very warm.”
I squirmed in his hand as the tendril rolled around inside. I could feel it in my belly, growing warmer and wetter inside. I wanted to reply to him, but I could barely think, especially as his tongue lapped up between my cheeks to clean up the mess.
Osgood lifted up my head so I could face him. Through the haze in my eyes I saw the red glow begin to etch it’s way all over his body. He looked beautiful, warm and bright like a fire lily. He brought me closer, keeping close to his mouth but I was able to reach out and touch him.
The hair on his body felt soft, not as coarse as I had thought. The light under his skin glowed through my fingers, a marvelous sight. He thrust himself inside me, churning the tendril around until it pressed against a revolutionary spot inside me.
I lost my breath and my whole body stiffened. He thrust again and I forgot how to breathe. There was a still moment where all I did was press into his firm palm and then my body went slack. Something dribbled from inside me and he caught it upon his tongue so the nest didn’t get messy. I felt warm and liquid all over, melting as he left something inside.
Osgood pulled away slowly
