…and every time she woke up in a skin that didn't fit, every time the blood came rushing down and sneered in mimicry of her own mocking face, she forced herself to remember him. To wrench up the memory of every punishment, every time her claws had flashed across his chest and reopened yesterday's scars, every whip that had cracked through the dungeon. On these things ran like woman-blood staining her thoughts, until she was able to force her hand between her legs and stomp out an orgasm, her fingers stiffening at the flesh that did not belong.
Only on those midnights with her double-d's unbound did she feel anywhere close to fully human. Onward she had always forced herself, longing to slough off the burden of immortality – maybe her next birth would deliver her into a skin that fit, parts that clicked along in harmony, a flat chest sliding down to tight hips and the oiled stiffness below. Every day she felt her clitoris looming larger than its humble flesh disclosed, a lumpen travesty poisoning her hunger for dominance. The breasts were all right; really they were. They held a sway all their own, but it wasn't enough. A meaty member dangling strong and solid, ever-prepared to strike and batter and ram – how marvelous! Without it, she felt the barriers closing in and no way to hack her way mobile. Only a sad approximation. Only an ebbing of blood every month.
And then he came. Tender and gullible and inflated with masculine aspirations. She couldn't pass this one up. Oh, he'd resisted at first – but she felt his pretenses crack the moment she had driven her finger between his cheeks. How he'd softened and his voice had climbed in pitch. The chains had helped too, allowing him to believe it was only their grip that had turned him submissive. She knew better, though. She had grown up in the wrong body and recognized a similar travesty in him. His cock was an accident, the fact of it merely incidental to his willingness to receive. She closed her eyes as she fucked him and could almost feel the pussy his every move told her he wanted.
In his presence she unbound her chest. She was enough of a man to set her woman-parts free.