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Costumes / Thought Projection
NESSIE AND JAKE
He did love her thought projection, but he enjoyed hearing her voice when it was telling him things like that.
When Nessie was younger she used her thought projection to tell those around her what she wanted. She'd show a picture of a deer if she was thirsty, a piano if she wanted to make music and her bookshelf when she wanted to read.
As she got older, she continued to use this form of communication less and less. She understood that it wasn't what you did in the human world and she wanted to fit it.
That didn't mean she didn't use it.
Now it was used for communicating silently with people, talking them to in a crowded room when she only wanted them to hear what she had to say.
It was reserved mainly for Jake. She'd show him things. Things she wanted to do with him. Things she wanted him to do to her. Things she wanted them to do together.
All it took was a quick touch of her fingers on his arm for his mind to be flooded with images of them; things they'd done and things they had yet to do.
It drove him wild.
She'd do it in class at the university. When he was drifting off, sick of listening to the professor, she'd sneak a hand under the table and place it on his thigh. She'd show him taking her on the table, thrusting into her as he covered her mouth with his hand. She'd show him fucking her against the blackboard, their movements breaking the flimsy material. She'd show him her on her knees, sucking his cock under the desk.
It made him insane.
He'd growl and give her a stern look.
In return she'd show him an image of her in a school girl's outfit, the skirt barely covering her ass and her breasts pushed high with a bra red.
"I'm sorry, sir," she'd say. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"
Ironically, she just made the situation worse. He'd leave the class with a throbbing erection and no idea what the professor had said.
They'd walk out into the hallway and he'd grab her hand and pull her close.
She'd smile and he'd lean down to her ear.
"I love you," he'd whisper.
"I love you more," she'd tell him back, her voice clear and eyes twinkling.
He did love her thought projection, but he enjoyed hearing her voice when it was telling him things like that.