Puppet On a String
(18+, Explicit)
Kinktober 2023 Day 14 Selfcest/Cloning
“He’s a bit like a doll,” Gale said looking over at you.
You were focused on him, well another him.
“ A puppet?” You offered, hand straying to the necklace you wore.
Real Gale’s head cocked to the side in consideration before giving a short nod. “Yes, I suppose so.”
The puppet just stood there in the center of your bedroom and blinked. You hadn’t activated control yet so this very accurate puppet Gale was more or less a lifeless toy.
You’d met a version of him back in the Shadowlands, one that beckoned you to a clearing and to Gale. It had piqued your interest that night, he’d been corporeal in a way that most mirror images weren’t. But you’d forgotten about him for some time, other things taking precedence.
After about the tenth question regarding this puppet, Gale had offered to create him. It was more than an incantation, something requiring numerous ingredients to create the shell. You could now appreciate the work Gale had put into him while on the road, all an effort to make that night special.
The form wasn’t permanent, Gale assumed he’d last about a day unless dismissed. He also couldn’t withstand much in the way of damage, that didn’t matter tonight. Because as soon as Gale had offered to recreate him your mind had turned down a far less academic road. Which Gale had, of course, realized.
What he didn’t realize was that the reason you wanted to control the puppet was for a far more depraved reason than desiring a two-person threesome. You’d get to that.
“He’s very accurate,” you mused taking the time to appreciate that little fact.
The puppet was conjured naked (which explained why he’d worn Gale’s armor that night) and was very accurate in all ways. Gale seemed amused by your reaction. He was also the only one in the room with any clothes on. You’d stripped and climbed onto the bed not long after the puppet was made.
“So I just repeat the incantation and I’ll be in control of him?” You wanted to be certain.
“One must think in directives but yes,” Gale agreed, but he paused, “Are you sure you don’t wish me to control it?”
You shook your head, “I’m very certain of what I want.”
Your wizard had the sense of mind to look concerned.
You repeated the incantation as Gale had taught you and almost immediately you felt the link. It was not unlike the link the tadpoles had formed between you and the others, this felt more like being linked to emptiness.
All you had to think was about walking and he did. You were impressed, you’d assumed it would be clumsy like other magical creations but he did a very passable job of imitating Gale. Or maybe that was because your mind had given the puppet that knowledge. It was a strange thought and one you didn’t wish to focus on right now.
The puppet came to a stop before Gale once more.
“Shall we start?” Gale asked looking to you.
You nodded but the puppet didn’t move.
Gale glanced between the two of you for a moment. “Dear, what exactly did you have in mind?” His voice had risen.
You did your very best to adapt a wide-eyed pleading look, which was admittedly difficult given how turned on you were getting. With great joy you realized the puppet was doing the same. “I was thinking,” you drawled, “I could watch.”
Gale swallowed harshly. You didn’t know how to read the flush crawling across his skin, he didn’t seem angry though.
“Do you really think me that conceited?” He asked sounding offended.
Immediately, you shook your head. “No, it’s not you,” you reminded him rising up on your knees, about to go to him, “It’s me, I control him. So it would just be us, like normal.”
“This is very not normal,” Gale asserted.
“Is it really any different than when you pleasure yourself?”
“Yes.” Gale was very firm in that belief apparently.
You pouted. “I want to watch you fuck yourself,” you did your best to make it sound like the most normal request.
Gale froze and you breathed.
“If I say yes,” he began.
“Oh please,” you begged.
“If I say yes, you cannot breathe a word to anyone.”
“I will keep this locked in my head forever,” you promised.
Vaguely, you realized Gale was giving in rather quickly. Too quickly. It occurred to you, not for the first time, that this may not be the first time he’d considered fucking himself with this puppet. Or maybe it hadn’t been him those other times, maybe he’d created puppets of someone else.
Either way, his quick consideration left you with a million questions.
“He doesn’t feel,” Gale reminded you, “I had considered trying to find a way to give sensation feedback to the controller, but I haven’t gotten there yet.”
Now you were certain he’d at least considered this.
“He can speak though,” He continued unaware you were on to him, “try.”
You drew on the experience from your former parasite.
“Hello.” The puppet spoke.
“Oh,” you said breathlessly, “I can do a lot with this.”
Gale, again, had the sense of mind to appear a bit alarmed by your reactions. You grinned at him, wickedly.
The puppet reached forward and place a hand on Gale’s hip, fingers holding on loosely to the material of his shirt that hung there.
“Are you sure?” The puppet spoke.
Gale was enraptured by the puppet now, eyes skating over its form. Then he nodded, licking his lips as he did. You smiled, and the puppet did as well. Wizards and their egos.
Gale was unusually passive as the puppet removed his shirt. Not resistant just not participating as you’d hoped.
“Touch me,” the puppet said, and delighted you realized his intonation changed at your whim.
Gale’s eyes dashed to yours. You pouted rather dramatically, very careful to not transfer this to the puppet. Gale reached out and resting his hand against the puppet’s chest. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly enough for you to continue. He was pliant as the puppet pulled down his pants, instead of letting them fall to the floor he knelt, guiding them the whole way.
Gale’s brain may have been unsure, but already his cock was interested.
The puppet remained kneeling, though he braced his hands on Gale’s thighs, looking up at him.
Your breath was stolen for a moment, immensely distracted by the tableau in front of you.
Slowly, giving Gale all the time in the world to back out, the puppet leaned towards his cock. When Gale didn’t object, the puppet pulled him into it’s mouth. Gale moaned, his head dropping back. This part would be a little tricky, you realized, normally, this was done by sensation. Not knowledge.
“I need you to help here,” you warned him, “don’t hold back.”
Gale nodded, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did.
The puppet began working it’s tongue. Gale moaned, a hand immediately coming up to thread through it’s hair. His hair.
You drew on every memory where you’d been in the puppet’s place. It seemed enough because Gale was moaning freely. The brief glimpses you caught of his cock when the puppet pulled back confirmed he was completely hard now.
“This is very, very wrong,” Gale groaned, in contrast to his words though, his grip in the puppet’s hair had tightened.
You saw an opportunity.
The puppet pulled back. “Fuck my mouth?” it pleaded, turning overly familiar puppy dog eyes upwards.
Gale looked down, eyes blown wide before looking to you. “Is that… is that how I sound?” he was torn between the two of you.
You laughed, “yes and no. But,” you supplied helpfully, “that is how you look.”
Gale swore but gripped his cock. He led it back to the puppet who eagerly swallowed it down. Both of Gale’s hand went to it’s hair though he paused. You worked hard to remember the feeling of your own throat when you went pliant below someone. Subconsciously your own muscles did just that. It worked, it seemed, because Gale slowly began thrusting into the puppet’s mouth.
As you watched Gale fuck his own mouth, you slid your hand between your thighs. Unsurprisingly, you were wet, you had been just at the idea of this little venture. But to see it actually come to life was lighting things within you that could not be normal.
You’d never been normal.
Gingerly you began rubbing your clit, careful not to lose focus on the puppet’s controls. You moaned, and then the puppet did. Gale followed, enjoying whatever sensation the sound had brought on. He was fucking into the puppet’s mouth far rougher than he’d ever dared to do to yours.
You rolled your flattened tongue, imagining the weight of Gale’s cock on it. Gale cursed under his breath, hips slamming into it in a way that would have damaged a real person.
You were thrilled to see him this uncontrolled.
“I dont…” Gale began, and immediately, the puppet stopped it’s ministrations with it’s mouth. “I don’t want to come in his mouth,” Gale continued after taking a moment to catch his breath.
“Do you want to fuck me, or him?” You asked breathlessly.
“You, always,” Gale answered pulling away from the puppet.
Quickly, you straightened your legs, and then he was there. Gale’s fingers found your center before he’d even gotten onto the bed. One digit immediately slid into you.
“You’re so wet,” He said sliding his finger in and out of you, you whined, falling back onto your elbows. “There is so much wrong with us,” Gale said softly before adding a second finger.
You smiled, happy he hadn’t singled you out in the wrongness of this situation. Instead, it was the two of you together, as it would always be. You moved the puppet behind him, taking care for it to walk noisily so as not to take Gale off guard.
“Oil on his fingers,” you directed, the puppet lifted it’s hand.
Gale pivoted slightly and then there was as sheen across the puppet’s fingers, dripping down it’s palm.
“You inside me first” you directed breathlessly.
Gale grabbed your hips and dragged you further down the bed. In the same motion, he slid into you. You moaned. Locking your legs around Gale’s thigh you shook your head in an effort to focus. The puppet inched forward a little and when Gale’s head dropped down into your shoulder you knew you’d been successful.
For a beat the slick sounds in the room came from only the puppet as he worked his oiled finger into Gale. You felt when he hit home, Gale’s cock twitching inside you. A short time later Gale began to move inside you finally. Almost immediately he was fucking you hard, no doubt slamming his hips back onto the puppet’s fingers.
You moaned at the thought, desperately wishing you could see. Gradually it became difficult to focus both on the puppet and your own arousal building as Gale fucked into you.
“Fuck,” You moaned, hand gripping his shoulder as your head fell back onto the bed, “I can’t keep-”
Whatever else you wanted to say was lost as Gale grabbed your leg to pull it up, thrusting into you deeper now.
“Let go,” Gale ground out through his teeth.
And you did. You came with a yell hips snapping up to meet Gale’s. He followed not long after, spilling into you with a groan, head buried into your shoulder.
As you came back to yourself, you moved the puppet away. Gale keened into your skin as the puppet pulled his fingers from him. You reached up and pulled the necklace from around your neck, it dragged through your sweat-slick skin.
“I would not be opposed to doing that again,” you said breathily.
Gale, the real one, groaned.
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