Deadlegs - short story

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Waves of red light poured over Aeron's eyelids. A tingly sensation of static washed from his head to feet as his body restored his sense of feeling. He drew his eye lids open slowly, his body involuntarily twitching. At first, his mind couldn't make sense of the large, red object hovering just in front of his face. As he drew in a deep breath of air, he felt a sharp stiffness on either side of his neck. His hands instinctively moved to caress the throbbing pain. However, before they could coddle his aching neck, they bumped into part of the large, red object that extended on either side of his head. It jiggled slightly as his hands automatically cupped it's shape. 'Oh', he thought as his eyes instantly sharpened to recognize the red mass looming above him.

Aeron studied it's features. Two round mounds wrapped together by a tight, silky membrane. His fingertips made small indents on it's surface, but it was firm and taught just beneath. His lungs begged him for another breath. He noticed the air he drew in was warm, laced with the scent of cotton and a hint of flowers. "There you are!" a pitying voice echoed in the room. "Oh my god Kass..." Aeron groggily replied. He now recognized the large, jiggly, red object as her ass. He noticed the black markings of a gun handle towards the bottom of the right mound. They were the deadpool leggings he had bought for Kass yesterday. "I love those leggings..." Aeron managed. Kass giggled. "You weren't out for very long..." Her thighs snapped back to either side of his neck as her butt flexed and became tense. His hands tightened on her buttocks, trying to brace against the immense pressure enveloping his neck. "Let's see how long you're out this time..." Kass said matter-of-factly.

Aeron could only grunt and wheeze. His hands explored her legs and bottom, panically searching for a release. The warmth of blood rushed to his face as pressure continued to squeeze his brain. His eyes refused to focus on her beautiful behind as his hearing faded to nothing. His mind imagined his prying fingers stroking her smooth thighs and undulating on top of her soft, shapen butt. Aeron's vision gave way to complete whiteness. Just before his mind slipped away into dark, silent unconsciousness, he recognized her teasing voice, muffled behind her bulging thighs. "Bad deadpool..."