3. Three
Three
Arne
I ’d been moments away from kissing Max again.
Fuck fuck fuck!
I bumped my forehead against the shower tiles, hoping the hot water would clear my head.
Sweet raven.
I was so sure he’d wanted it, too.
The shower didn’t have the effect I had hoped for. For at least an hour, I tossed and turned in bed but eventually fell asleep. And woke up with a start after what felt like only ten minutes. I sat bolt upright.
A tall figure stood at the foot of my bed. It was darker than the darkness in my room, as if a piece of the night had solidified and come to visit me.
The faint shimmer from the emergency lighting out in the hall cast a glow around the figure.
I should be scared out of my wits; I should scream for help or demand they leave. I did neither of those things. They didn’t scare me. Their presence felt familiar.
“I waited for you.” Wait, that was my voice! Why did I say that?
“I know.” The creature stepped nearer. Its outline blurred a little, and something smooth brushed over my cheek. It wasn’t a hand.
What is that?
“I’ve been waiting for you, too, Arne.” Its voice was velvety and deep, a caress.
The smooth thing trailed over my chin and throat. It followed the line between my pecs down to my navel.
Why aren’t you pissing yourself? There is a monster in your room!
I wasn’t scared, though. On the contrary. My rock hard dick leaked into my tight boxers.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
They stepped nearer, bringing their knees to the edge of the bed. In the faint light, I got a glimpse of their face.
“It’s you,” I breathed, sitting up straighter. The face dissolved into shadows. It was impossible to get a clear look at the creature, but I thought they had a long, sharp beak and beady eyes like a bird’s.
Then it was human again. That familiar face I’d seen so often in my dreams.
Never like this.
“Are you scared?” he asked, again in that smooth murmur.
“No.”
My rapid answer made him chuckle softly. The thing left my navel. It curled around my waist to touch the small of my back.
How had I not known how sensitive that spot was? The tip tickled the tiny hairs growing there and made me fidget on the bed.
The creature’s touch woke a bone-deep hunger in me. I was restless and desperate—no, starving . I had eaten dinner.
What’s going on?
No food I could think of would satiate the aching emptiness in my body, either.
“You are mine,” the creature snarled in such a low, dangerous tone it made the bed under me tremble.
Or maybe it’s me.
I moved over to where he stood, forcing him to back away when I slid to the floor at his feet. Without another word, I gripped the waistband of his joggers.
“Give me your dick!” The voice was barely recognisable as my own.
“Wait.” His hands took hold of mine. I still couldn’t see his face, but I would have recognised him anywhere. His eyes scrutinised me and looked straight into my soul.
He let go of me, his breathing harsh and laboured.
I pulled his trousers down, taking his boxers off at the same time.
Oh fuuuck.
The faint outline of his hard length made me whimper. Lured in by his scent, I palmed his feather-covered hips. They were silky under my hands.
I raised myself up and took his dick into my mouth.
It should have felt weird and unfamiliar, but I loved the weight of him on my tongue. Bumps covered the entire length. I’d seen them in the showers but had never dared to look too closely.
In no scenario could I have imagined feeling them inside my mouth.
He let me set the pace, a firm hand cupping my nape but never once trying to take over.
“You’re doing so well,” he purred, brushing my hair back from my brow and the tears off my cheeks. “So well for me.”
I doubled down on his dick. I took him so deep, I gagged. I sucked and slurped. I was about to perish from this ravenous craving clawing at my insides when his hand tightened around the back of my neck, sharp claws pricking my skin.
Glancing up, I caught sight of that long, dangerous beak again.
“Oh, fuck!” His moan hitched in his throat as he spilled himself. I choked on it for a moment but drank it down. His warm seed soothed my burning hunger. It sated me.
Blissfully happy, I pulled off, only now realising that I had come, too. Sticky cum drenched my boxers.
Without a word, he helped me to my feet. Feathery hands took my underwear off, then tucked me back into bed.
“Gute Nacht,” he whispered, brushing a kiss onto my brow. I fell into a dreamless sleep.