14. Avery
fourteen
Avery
T his is the most amazing moment of my life. I mean, I said the same thing when I was kissing Phial the first time, but this time it's different. It's different because we're different. We're something more now.
"Avery," Phial groans against my lips.
We haven't been kissing for that long, but it was already late when we started. Maybe he's getting tired already. I want to do this for as long as possible, but I could probably manage to sleep if he needs to rest. I'd need to relieve this ache in my core, but then I could definitely fall asleep—preferably right here in the nest with Phial's arms wrapped around me.
"What's wrong?" I ask when he pulls back for another breath. His feathered brows rise, and he shakes his head.
"Nothing's wrong," he chuckles before taking my lips again. He's making sure not to press too much of his weight against my body, not wanting to make me feel trapped, maybe? I want to feel him against me, convince him to press his groin against mine. "Everything is so not wrong."
His body shivers as my hands trail down the scales of his back, my fingers splaying through the dark feathers that line his spine. They're not straight up, but they're all raised from his scales. Phial doesn't seem to mind as much when he's kissing me, though. He isn't running his hands through the feathers, trying to smooth them down. Maybe it's futile when he's turned on. He is turned on, right?
"You're enjoying yourself, right?" I ask, my eyes widening as I think about him not enjoying this at all.
Phial groans against my lips again, this time the sound makes me think he's exasperated with me. I mean, maybe I'm talking too much and doubting myself a little too much, but this is the first time I've ever felt so strong for anyone.
I don't want to ruin it. If I ruin it now, I'm ruining a future with Phial as a partner and as a friend. There's no way our friendship goes back to how it was now that I've had him crawl into my nest and make out with me. It was already almost irreparably damaged when we made out the first time.
Phial lifts himself off me a bit more and plucks the glowing green pendant from where it's slid around my neck and is lying against a fur. He holds it up, giving me a questioning look.
"What? Yes, I'm still good. Why?" My words are all way too fast, but now I'm really worried. "Are you not? Do you want to stop?"
"Our speakers picked up the word stop. Are you okay?" Jia asks over the speaker.
"We're fine, Jia." Phial snaps his teeth toward the ceiling.
"I need to hear it from Avery, not from you." Jia's voice holds a hint of amusement. It's probably from getting to annoy Phial even more than just interrupting us.
"We're good," I call out.
The speaker cackles for a moment and then goes silent. Phial keeps his glare up at the ceiling as his eyes dance around, waiting for Jia to bother us again. When he turns his attention back to me, my breath catches in my throat.
"We're good," he tells me, his words holding a finality to them that I don't quite understand. "I'm enjoying myself immensely. I could kiss you for the rest of my life and die the happiest male in the universe."
"You don't want more?" I avert my gaze from his, not wanting to see his expression. Not to mention this hits on some of my insecurities.
In my head, I could have sex with Phial right this second. My body's reacting to him, preparing myself for him, but I don't know if mentally I can handle it yet. I've talked with Kithi plenty of times while trying to talk through my hangups.
One of the big ones is how much I hate my body since it's been altered. Not my looks. My feelings about my looks have only improved since being on Rythar. No, my hangups are with how I feel and how my body reacts to things now. I hate how empty I feel, how easily I get aroused, and how I'm always dripping.
Kithi's told me time and time again that it'll lessen when I find a male I'm comfortable enough to have relations with. My body is revolting right now because Rytharians have an innate calling to breed. I have the same calling, even if it'll never result in a pregnancy.
I hate that this longing is part of me. It means I'm thinking about being with Phial in all the ways two creatures can be with one another, but the other half of my mind is screaming in panic that I'm not ready.
"I'll take anything you give me, Avery." Phial cups my cheek, drawing my eyes back up to his. "If you want more, if you need more, I need you to ask for it, though. You're in charge in here. I can whisper all the things I want to do to you in your ear and get you wet and needy for me, but you have to ask for it. I need to know you want me, need me, as much as I need you."
His eyes close for a moment, his breath skating over my face. He doesn't sound like he's done, so I bite my lip and wait for him to continue.
"I'm a desperate male when it comes to you, Avery. I want all of your time, all of your attention, all of you. Give me scraps, give me everything. I don't care. Just give me something." Phial's words pierce through my chest, straight into my heart. How could they not? Is it a little intense, a little much? Yeah, it is, but I'm underneath him, loving everything he's saying because I feel exactly the same.
I cling to his back more, tugging his body down or attempting to. He arches a brow at me, the humor still in him even through his whole announcement of his devotion.
"Please, Phial," I whine and arch my back up to try to feel more of him against me. "Lie on me. Let me feel you."
"Of course," he murmurs as he slowly, way too slowly, relaxes how he's holding himself up.
First, his legs soften, his tail falls from behind him to laze over the side of him right over my thigh, and then his groin makes contact with mine. And yep, there's more than one something pressed against me from underneath the furs. I can't even stop the moan in my throat or the way fresh slick slips from me and pools in my underwear.
"You like that?" Phial asks, lowering his face close to the side of my head and nuzzling his mouth up against my ear. His forked tongue flicks at my earlobe, and I arch into him again. "Answer me, Avery."
"Yes, I like it," I whine again, my hips tilting, needing to feel more of him. "I'm sorry, I can't control my body."
It's better to get it out of the way now. I need to make it clear to him that my body wants to milk him dry, but I'm not ready for that much. It's too much, and I don't know if my body's going to be on my side through this.
Phial lurches away from me as my words register. I squeak out a panicked sound and wrap my legs around him, my hands flexing against his back, and I hold onto him for dear life, not allowing this male to leave me now that I've finally been honest with him.
"Avery," Phial groans and settles back against me, no longer trying to pull away from me. I don't trust it, so I keep myself locked around him. "You can't tell a male that your body is responding against your mind's wishes and then be surprised when he tries to get away."
"I don't want you to get away," I respond before I can think about how clingy that sounds.
The chirping in Phial's throat has my worries relaxing. Maybe he's as into me being desperate for him just like I'm into him being a little crazy for me. I don't give myself a second to talk myself out of it. If he can dump on me that he's been stalking me and is desperate for me, I can admit to my true feelings.
"I don't want you to get away ever. I want you by my side, visible or not, every moment of every day. I want to know you're right there, watching over me, not letting anything happen to me. Every second, Phial." Our eyes stay locked as I admit my feelings for him.
His breathing is hard, and the furs that cover his groin twitch against me. I smile, the action crinkling my eyes, and I see it mirrored on Phial's face.
"My body wants you, wants all of you. However many cocks you have, I want them all. My body is aching and warm and so fucking wet all of the time for you." More of the chirping sound, and Phial doesn't clear his throat to stop it this time. It continues to chitter as I speak to him. "I can't handle all of that right now, but I want to. One day, I want to do everything with you."
The chirping doesn't stop when I finish talking, and I can't stop my hand from moving to the soft indent at the base of his neck. The sound vibrates against his scales in the smallest amount, sending a shiver down my body.
"It means I'm happy," Phial chuckles. "So fucking happy."
"I like it," I whisper, lifting my head and nuzzling it against Phial's until he shimmies up my body, letting me press my lips against the hollow of his neck.
The sound speeds up as I kiss him, my tongue darting out to taste the smoothness of his scales. When I pull back, he shimmies back down my body to where he was before, a look of adoration burning in his eyes when he looks down at me again.
"What do you want from me tonight?" Phial asks. "Anything. Tell me, and it's yours."
My core aches, reminding me of how empty I feel. I shake my head, tossing that idea right out the window. I haven't even seen what he has yet. There's no way I'm ready for him to put his cocks–however many–inside me.
The thought of seeing them has my mouth watering, and I bite down on my lip again. Is it wrong if I tell him I want to maybe wrap my mouth around him, everywhere? That's not moving too fast, right? I can probably handle that. My uncertainty must be evident because Phial's cupping my cheeks, his gaze softening.
"Anything, Avery," he reassures me.
"I want." I lick my lips, and my eyes dart down between us, not that I can see much with how close our bodies are. I press my teeth tight together and try to work up my nerves. "I want to." the words die in my throat again.
"Do you want my mouth on you?" he asks, tilting my face back up so I'm not trying to stare a hole down to where our crotches are pressed against one another. "Is that why you're looking down there."
My face feels like it's on fire as he calls me out. Well, he doesn't exactly call me out, considering I wasn't even thinking about his mouth on me until he mentioned it. I wanted mine on him, but now I want both of those things. I shake my head, wanting to make it clear what I actually want. Phial's brows furrow, and he frowns.
"I thought that was a good guess," he murmurs. "You need to use words then. It's obvious I'm terrible at reading you."
More blood warms my cheeks, and I force the words out no matter the consequences. "I want my mouth on you."
Phial's brows rise, his eyes wide, and the chirping sound goes crazy in his throat. "On me where?"
"Phial," I groan and flop my head back down against the furs.
"I'm being serious," he laughs as he says it, but I can tell he's being truthful with me. "When I offered to put my mouth on you, I meant your pussy. I want to make sure we're on the same page here."
"Phial!" I cry out his name, swatting at his chest and squirming out from underneath him.
He doesn't let me get very far before crawling back over my body, grabbing my wrists, and pinning me to the furs. My heart flutters for a second, and I wait for panic to seep in at being restrained. Phial's mind flashes back to how he found me tied up in the cage when he rescued me. His face drops, and he releases me like I'm burning him.
"Sor—" Phial starts to apologize, but I don't let him get it out.
"Your dicks!" I blurt out, hoping to salvage this moment between us. My outburst partially does its job. Phial's apology dies in his throat, and he stops trying to pull away from me. He tilts his head to the side, something like hope seeming to rise in his eyes. "I want however many you have in my mouth."
I frown and narrow my eyes at my words. "Maybe not at the same time, depending on how many there are and how big they are." I lift my eyes back up to his as I ramble on.
Any concern of making me flashback to what happened to me months ago seems to have died in his mind, and now he's looking at me with so much desire I can practically feel it dripping off him.
"There's only two," he mumbles.
His scales shimmer to a soft green color before he forces them back to their normal navy. It's been happening more and more, and I want to ask him why he keeps changing colors so often. It's a question for another time because right now, I want to hear more about these two cocks.
"Can I put my mouth on them?" I ask, trying to sound seductive. It either works or Phial's just that into me because his eyes close for a long moment as he tries to appear not as affected as he is.
"Of course, yes." He rolls off of me, flopping into the nest on his back and adjusting his tail underneath him so it's comfortable. It lies between his legs, which are spread, giving enough space for the tail to fall without getting too crushed.
I hope there's enough cushioning in the nest so he isn't smashing it where it connects to his back. I don't worry about that for long because Phial tugs my hand. I follow his lead, kneeling between his legs and my knees on either side of his tail. It moves around underneath me, thumping against the inside of my legs, never letting me forget it's there.
My eyes soak in Phial's body as it lies out in front of me. His dark scales shimmer between a mossy green and navy over and over again. The soft chirping moves his throat just barely.
I let my eyes fall down his chest, taking in his slender frame. His claws are extended as he fists the blankets near his hips. I skate my eyes lower to the fur barely covering him.
"Sytharians have pocketed genitalia," he says, drawing my eyes away from the fur that I want to lift. "I wanted to warn you, in case you're surprised. You didn't know I have two cocks, so I figured you didn't know about the pocket."
Ah, that makes sense as to why he looked so smooth when standing out in the alcove. His cocks were tucked up inside his body since they weren't in use.
"That's fine," I murmur, my hands moving to his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense under my inspection.
He lifts his head off the furs, staring down his body to where I'm touching him, watching me enjoying his body. I let my fingers trail over his abdominal scales until I'm touching the top of his skirt. His breathing catches in his throat, and I smile up at him, loving that I'm not the only one who feels like this attraction between us is all-consuming.
"Please," Phial whispers, his eyes darting up to mine as I move the fur up over his abdomen, revealing his body to me in its beautiful, mouthwatering glory.
He hisses low in his throat as I shimmy further down between his legs, giving me space to bend over and get my mouth close to the two cocks straining and aching for attention. I wrap one of my hands on the lower cock, feeling the cool scales in my hand, making my mouth water and my core clench at the contact.
Phial screws his eyes shut as I stroke it once. I grab the upper one with my other hand, appreciating the feel of both of them. They're close in size, with the top one a little smaller and thinner. The bottom one fills my hand and then some. I lower my face, sticking out my tongue, and flick it over the top's slit, tasting the precum leaking from it. I keep stroking the lower cock, loving how the chirping in Phial's throat is going insane in its need.
"Will you touch me," I ask, my words breathy against the head of Phial's upper cock.
He snaps his eyes open, one of his hands moving to cup my head, the claws scratching softly through my hair as he strokes me with gentle movements. I smile up at him, and he gives me a shaky smile in return. I lick the tip of his upper cock before lowering my lips to his lower one and giving it the same treatment. Phial groans, and his body shakes.
"Is this okay?" I ask as though I can't tell how much I'm affecting him. Who knew the only thing we'd need to get to this place was admitting our feelings for one another?
Phial nods, his mouth opening to speak, but I wrap my lips around the lower head and hollow my cheeks, taking as much of him as I can. I stroke his upper cock, keeping it from whacking me in the face while I suck on the lower one.
"Fuck," The word has no 's,' but he manages to turn it into a hiss anyways.
His hand in my hair tugs gently, urging me to take him deeper. He doesn't do it hard enough to force me down him, but it's enough encouragement for me to take it as deep as I can. I keep going until I gag against it, and I am surprised when there are still a few inches I haven't taken. Phial snorts, his smile stronger now.
"No rush, Avery, we'll get them in your throat another time," he says it so easily, and my core clenches again.
I need friction, something to grind against. Either the need is clear on my face, or Phial's better at reading me than he thinks because his tail is lifting from the furs, pressing against the wetness of my underwear. I groan with his cock in my mouth, the vibrations having him close his eyes in pleasure. I grind myself against his tail, and he moans long and low.
"That's right, get yourself nice and eager on my tail." Phial flexes his fingers in my hair, and I work harder on his cock, wanting to feel him come in my mouth while I rub myself against him. "Work those hips, Avery. Grind yourself on me." His words are breathy, desperate. "Good, good, so fucking good."
He shudders as his cock twitches in my mouth. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he asks, tugging my head until I'm popping off his lower cock. I nod, my eyes wild and eager. He moans again and lets me continue pleasuring him.
"How long have you wanted my cocks, Avery?" he asks as though I have any chance of answering when he's filling me full. It doens't matter though, his words are what I want, what I need to help me get to that edge of pleasure myself.
"This what you think about when you ask to be left alone? You imagine sucking on my cocks, drinking down my come?"
I whine an affirmation against his length, and his whole body tenses.
"Fuck, alright, I'll give you what you want," he groans, as he fills my mouth. "Drink me down, Avery, every drop. Don't you waste what you've been wanting this whole time."
My movements are jerky as I try to grind against his tail and keep my lips locked around his cock while also swallowing down so my mouth doesn't overfill. I whimper at the intensity of the situation, swallowing the last of Phial's come as he tugs me off one cock just to aid me in accepting the other. My heart's beating rapidly in my chest, my core fluttering in rhythmic motions like it would if I were trying to milk one of these cocks inside me.
"You need more, Avery?" Phial asks, his voice soft, concerned, like I'm truly in desperate need of his come, and fuck it, I am.
I need more of it, so much more of it. Maybe it's my altered DNA. Maybe it's just that I'm way too into Phial, but I need more. So much more. I need it in my stomach, my pussy, covering my skin.
More. More. More.
"I'll give you what you need," Phial says, stroking my cheek and brushing away tears I didn't know I was crying. I hollow out my cheeks and take his cock as deep as I can. "Just like that, one more time for me."
I pull back and take him deep again, and he releases down my throat, drowning me a little before I manage to swallow it down. I whimper and swallow, lapping, licking, devouring everything he gives me.
The friction against my core reaches its peak, and I cry out, the sound of my orgasm muffled with Phial's cock still in my mouth. Slick coats my inner thighs, his tail, and part of the nest. I don't care about any of it as pleasure ripples and courses through me.
As I start to come down from the high of my orgasm, Phial pulls me up his body and curls us in on one another, so I'm pressed against him. My whole body shakes as a sob tears through my throat. His arms are tight around me, his legs wrapped in mine, our bodies so tangled together we're practically one.
"Shh," he murmurs against my hair, his hands stroking down my back in slow, soothing movements. "It's okay. You're safe. I'm right here."
My hands are balled up against his scales, my chest shaking with cries that I'm trying to calm. I don't know why I'm crying so hard, but I can't seem to make it stop. I'm not sad, and I don't think that's what this is. I have a lot of emotions going on right now, and the intensity of my orgasm has me feeling sensitive like my nerves are all exposed.
"I'm right here," Phial murmurs again. His tail drapes around my waist, tugging me close, holding me tight as he curls us up in one another. "I'm never letting you go. Never."
I cry against him for a long time. So long that my body gets exhausted. The whole time, he tells me how he's with me, how he'll keep me safe, and how much he needs me. I don't even think I've stopped crying when sleep finally finds me. My dreams are dark for a long time until they're not anymore, and the nightmares remind me that I'm not as healed as I think I am.