ford pov:
blue was the glow around his hand as they held me, his pale skin reflecting it. "say it." he demands, his voice low and full of power.
I shrank back slightly not able to find the words. "n-no i cant..." i stumble through my words.
"at a loss for words that i can take a human form? is that why you cant even look me in the eyes, so driven by lust?" he coos and flips his head back, soft golden hair uncovering his stunning eyes. he had never shown me a human form before, heterochromatic eyes, one crystal blue, the other yellow each with almost catlike pupils.
His chest bare not a single hair out of place. my eyes drift down, drinking in the new sight trying to imprint it in my minds eye so i can illustrate it later.
one size too big black pants barely being kept in place, hips showing, seemingly impossible to remove blue chain is the only thing keeping the pant on him. a perfect triangle of hair leading into the top of his pants.
cold fingers wrap under my chin and force my face back up. his eyes meet mine and i feel my face getting hot.
"whats the matter? i thought you wanted this sixer, wanted me." he says pushing me back and i start to flip over backwards. i spin a few times before i regain control.
suddenly theres a wall behind me, as bill floats over. "dont you want this?" he asks sliding a hand up my thigh to the bottom of my shirt. his face next to my left ear, his other hand on my neck pulling at the collar of my turtleneck shirt.
"been wanting me to touch you like this for years.." he drawls out as he slides his hand up my shirt tracing circles up to my chest before hooking a finger at the top of my pants. "all these years craving my touch." he whispers directly in my ear, his breath hot.
"not ..in the dream scape... in reality .." i manage to breathe out as i close my eyes unable to look at him.
"that doesnt mean it wont feel the same, or even that your body wont react as if it was in reality." he says forcing his hand down past my belt.
"...bill..I.." i struggle to get words out, his hand is cold. "open your eyes ford." he demands.
i open my eyes and see myself laying on the couch eyes glowing yellow bills voice coming from my mouth. "do you ever touch yourself wishing it was me ford?" he asks as he unbuttons the pants i fell asleep in.
"..sometimes.." i admit a blush upon my face as i watch bill possessing my body.
"do you take your cock in hand and stroke it like this?" he asks as he glides a finger over the tip as he strokes it.
my breath hitches as i can still feel it, i nod slowly as my face grows warmer. i close my eyes and feel the cool touch as it gets warmer. "your cock is too eager fordsy." bill says as i feel a fire in the pit of my stomach building. my glasses begin fogging up as bill continues touching my body.
"..bill.. its too.. much..." i gasp out as the door handle jiggles. my breathing quickens.
"cum for me sixer." bill says and im suddenly back in control of my body. as the door begins to open i close my eyes and see bill in my minds eye. i moan as cum erupts, my cock twitching in my hand as light pours into the living room.
panting, i slowly open my eyes. "i.. uh.. sorry.. im early today ill go outside for a few minutes." fiddleford says his face bright red. he turns around and walks out the door closing it behind him.
when i walk back in the cabin ford is leaning over the table his back to me, a different outfit on, writing furiously in his journal.