Inky Mischief 2

She had changed every part of me, in strange and sexy (but mostly strange) ways with the glowing blue pen.  Our play had worn her out and when the pen slipped from her hands, I snatched it up with my tentacle.

The blade-end flicked out and took her arms, sparkling away into blue outlines then vanishing entirely.  As I turned toward her legs, her eyes met mine, glowing with that same mischief from before.

“You wanted this,” I accused with amazement, the blade hovering beside her neck.

“Do your worst,” was her only reply, with a grin that disappeared with her face.

Oh, how I did.