#clinkz

Yurnero turned towards the voice, then froze. “Um, you are a skeleton.”

“I know. So?”

“Well, I don’t want to sound rude but I am here to find company for the night. If you know what I mean. And I don’t think you are equipped for that.” A long glance down Clinkz’ body to where he was wearing a wide belt but very obviously didn’t have a dick. “If you know what I mean.”

“Ah, so you don’t think I can fuck you?”

“Essentially, yes.”

It was unnerving because Yurnero could get no emotions from the skeleton. Clinkz looked always the same. A skeleton with a skeleton face.

“I could prove you wrong.”

Yurnero hesitated. He wasn’t into skeletons, no matter what kind. But on the other hand, it was intriguing. Suddenly he was curious and leaned back against the bar, decision made. “You said you want to invite me to a drink?”

It only was one drink. They had established within the first sentences what this would be about: sex. There was no need to get to know each other, to skirt around the subject, to try and be subtle. Though Yurnero found Clinkz was good company during that drink. He had a dry sense of humour.

They left the bar and the skeleton lead Yurnero into a small road and to a beautiful house. They had barely closed the door behind them when Clinkz ducked into a room. “Give me a minute!”

Yurnero stood there, confused. Before he could get uneasy, Clinkz returned. And now he had a dick. A strap-on. “Oh...” Yurnero breathed. Then grinned. “Well, that will definitely do the job.” He wasn’t sure why Clinkz would do that, he’d get nothing out of the sex, being a skeleton and all, but Yurnero would be able to tell the tale of having been fucked by a skeleton.

An advantage of this encounter was that Clinkz wouldn’t argue about Yurnero’s mask. He was used to the ‘but I want to kiss you’ argument. A skeleton wasn’t able to kiss.

Since Clinkz was naked (the only things he had been wearing, a belt and a bit or armour, were gone), Yurnero shrugged out of the little he was wearing. “So, I have never had sex with a skeleton, anything I should know?” He pointed at Clinkz’ chest, where a fire seemed to burn. “What about that?”

With a soft rattle of bones, Clinkz shrugged. “I’m not a typical skeleton. The fire doesn’t burn, it’s inside of my chest and though it looks as if it is only contained by a few bones it doesn’t produce heat outside of my chest.” Clinkz approached Yurnero, the strap-on bobbing. “I’d prefer if you treated me as little like a skeleton as possible. I can feel your touch as if I had flesh and skin.”

It was strange to reach out and run a hand over Clinkz’ upper arm. Because to Yurnero it was just a bone. It was warm and smooth, though, and if he closed his eyes it almost felt like skin against his fingertips. Not human skin but Yurnero was no human and he’d had sex with many creatures who were not human. It didn’t matter, what mattered was the pleasure of it. “Do you feel pleasure?”

Clinkz made a sound deep in his chest. “Almost. When I make others feel pleasure I remember how it has been when I was alive. Sometimes the memory is strong enough for me to believe that I can feel it.” Skeletal fingers stroked over Yurnero’s chest, then down over his stomach. Clinkz’ eyes were burning. “I will make you feel pleasure so I can feel it.”

Oh. This might be interesting, Yurnero thought. He grinned underneath the mask he was wearing. “Then show me what you can do.”

I had a really good game as Clinkz so I decided to study him.

Rib cages are so intricate and intriguing, I must pursue more study!