This is one of the more unusual things I've ever written. Inspired by a comment I received on a previous part.
Contains: a woman temporarily removing her head with magic and using her detached head to give herself and her girlfriend oral.
Emma took a deep breath, fingering the collar in her hands. It was made of two thick metal half-circles, hinged on one side with an inbuilt lock and small red button on the other. After a moment, she twisted the little key in the hole, splitting the collar so she could slip it around her neck. It was tight when she tried to close it, but that was the point. The inside was lined with a high-friction rubber that - combined with the way it pressed into her skin - ensured it wouldn't move easily. With her hands shaking, she locked it shut around her neck and set the key safely on the dresser before returning to sitting on the edge of the bed.
It was probably a really fucking stupid idea to try it without Janet being home, but... she didn't know if she was even going to tell her girlfriend about this. While Janet was open-minded to Emma's veritable collection of fetishes, she wasn't particularly kinky herself. The collar was... weird. She was mildly terrified and soaking her panties at the thought of what she was about to do.
Very carefully, she placed a steadying hand on her head and pressed the button next to the lock.
A tingle went through her neck. After a few moments of stillness, she shifted her hands to either side of her head and gently, slowly pushed upwards.
She felt like she was getting taller. The amount of weight she was lifting was surprising, but ironically she was starting to feel lightheaded as the implications of what she'd just done washed over her. She closed her eyes, finding that it helped with the disorientation. When her arms began to feel leaden, she cautiously lowered the burden in her hands to her lap and settled it in the cushion of her thighs, trying to keep her breathing steady.
She could feel the warmth of her bare legs against her neck. Opening her eyes revealed the smooth valley of her thighs just in front of her face. Without thinking, she tried to look at herself in the mirror above her dresser and her torso twisted against the back of her head.
It hurt her brain to think that, but she tried to stay calm. She fumbled at her head, managing to cup her jaw with both hands and turn her gaze sideways. Her head was in her lap, brown eyes wide and dilated. The collar was still fastened tightly around her neck- well, technically. It was split seamlessly into halves, the lower attached to her body and the upper around the part of her neck that was in her lap. Instead of a cross-section of muscle and bone where her neck ended and began again, it was just... black. Perfectly flat black. She wasn't decapitated, only... separated. She took a shuddering breath and watched her chest swell, airways unimpeded by the fact that they weren't connected.
A quiet giggle suddenly bubbled out of her. It
worked
. The throbbing heat between her legs, abated in her nervousness, flared back in full force. She tried to move her head to the bed and groaned as a wave of disoriented dizziness washed over her, leaving her woozy for a moment. Blinking a few times, she closed her eyes and attempted it more slowly, playing nice with the balance of her inner ear as she laid her cheek against the covers. This time the vertigo was only mild, allowing her to blindly slip out of her damp panties and, after a moment's thought, pull off her t-shirt as well, leaving her completely naked. Trembling with excitement, she patted around the covers and found her head, returning it to rest between her legs and this time facing it towards herself.
She could smell her own arousal from the hot, swollen folds an inch from her mouth. Weaving her hands in her own long brown hair, she shifted her head closer, pressing her lips against her lower lips...
It was incredibly strange to feel a tongue between her legs and to also have that tongue be hers. Tentatively, she lapped at her heat, sending a tingly pleasure shooting up her spine. The flavor was familiar, as she'd tasted her fingers more than a few times, but idea of licking up her juices from the source felt incredibly hot and dirty. She sought out her clit and gasped when her tongue swiped across the hard, throbbing nub, fingers digging into her scalp as the sensation sent a hot shiver through her body. She held her head tightly against herself, starting to lap with more vigor, doing
exactly
what she liked until her thighs were quivering and little muffled moans slipped out with every movement of her tongue. Swirling the wet heat over her clit built the familiar pressure in her abdomen, an aching knot of tension that grew tighter and tighter until it was about to snap.
"What the fuck...?"
She froze, icy fear clutching at her chest. Trying to look at the source of the voice only made her torso twist towards the doorway.
"Emma...? Is that you?"
She let go of her head, letting it fall back against the bed and stare up at the ceiling from between her thighs. She couldn't breathe. A familiar figure came into her view, face full of mixed shock and horror.
"Jesus Christ, Em..." Janet muttered, sitting down heavily on the bed.
"I'm sorry," she choked out, clutching her knees until her knuckles turned white.
"What?" Janet shook her head, her expression shifting to concern. "Never mind, are you... okay? This is intentional, right?"
