KASYN, THE SPUNK-PRINCE
Jaustin sweltered and swooned under the radiant skin-heat of the spunk-angel of Mars, under the glossy lust-erect wings and sweet-spicy fuck-funk of the new Emperor Jade-Mothra. “Your pretty body fascinates me, Earth-boy,” said the angel. “All these ornate drawings upon your soft skin.” Jaustin laughed at the absurdity: that his very fit and inked but still utterly “normal” body was somehow fascinating to this winged man. The angel probed Jaustin’s belly and flank and chest and armpits with his fingers and also with his wing tips. A wing tip left shiny droplets of sex-ichor on the hairs of the dark trail between his navel and his pubic thatch. Occasionally, when tickled, Jaustin giggled and squirmed. To Jaustin, Jade-Mothra’s body was the thing that was fascinating: aside from the exoticism of the wings, the angel’s other limbs seemed almost too long, and so cut with muscle definition as to seem like something wholly implausible, almost like he was a living manga character; and...