There is nothing the knucker parasite hates more than love and pleasure shared between people. Nicola's kiss had driven it inward from Alessa's face, but Alessa's orgasm and her burst of love for Nicola were pure torture. It relinquished its grip on the base of Alessa's spine and fled shrieking into the night, seeking to return to the knucker queen.
You know, Nicola thought, I wouldn't mind trying out one of those female orgasms myself. Of course, if poor Alessa--I could cheerfully strangle her mother--didn't even know how to pleasure herself, she's probably not going to be a natural at pleasuring another woman. Oh well, she'll just have to learn.
"Now you do me" Nicola whispered.
"Yes, my lady."
"Stop calling me that!"
Alessa's rough, unskillful fingers fumbled at the opening of Nicola's vagina. Since Nicola had actually had those parts for less than a day, what she mainly felt was unfamiliarity, rather than sexual arousal. The expectations Nicola had acquired in her years as a male as to what climax was and how it was attained made it difficult for her to follow the alternative, female road to ultimate pleasure with which she had no previous direct experience. But the sight of Alessa bending over her, of her lovely--in Nicola's eyes, anyway--body, and of her fierce concentration on Nicola herself--that was arousing. Nicola cupped Alessa's small breasts in her hands.
By this point the transformative power the knucker queen had endowed Nicola with had been away from the sun, its source of power, for several hours. It had weakened, and in endeavouring to once more transform Alessa into a knucker through Nicola's hands, it sputtered and died. Nicola felt a great sense of relief, without knowing why, and in the relaxation she felt after the powers departure her male expectations and her negative evaluation of Alessa's technique vanished.
Nicola came.