Chapter 19 #2
A smug smile spread across his face as he deliberately pressed against that spot again, watching me writhe beneath him.
“Like this?” he asked innocently, though the bond told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
Clearly, he was familiar with this piece of his own anatomy and was using it to torture me deliciously.
“Yes,” I gasped, my cock leaking copiously onto my stomach. “God, yes.”
By the time he worked a third finger into me, I was a mess of need and desperation. My hips moved of their own accord, fucking myself on his fingers as pleasure built inside me. The bond amplified everything, letting me feel his own arousal growing alongside mine.
“Phoenix,” I growled, reaching for him. “I need you. Now.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and aching. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he slicked his cock with the oil, his hand trembling slightly with anticipation. He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“I’ve never been more ready,” I replied, biting my lower lip. “Make me yours, Phoenix. Please.”
The first push was intense, his cock stretching me wider than his fingers had. I forced myself to breathe through it, to relax and accept him. The burn faded quickly, replaced by a fullness that felt right in ways I couldn’t explain.
“Oh gods,” Phoenix gasped, his eyes wide with wonder as he sank deeper into me. “You feel amazing. So tight and hot...”
When he was fully seated inside me, we both paused, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.
The bond between us seemed to pulse with golden light, growing stronger with each passing moment.
I could feel his heartbeat as if it were my own, his pleasure mingling with mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
“Don’t hold back,” I urged, grasping my own cock. “I’m not gonna last long.”
He started with shallow, careful thrusts, his eyes never leaving my face as he watched for any sign of discomfort.
But when the clearing filled with my groans of absolute pleasure, he picked up the pace, fucking me with a vigor that surprised me for his slight frame.
He was rocking my entire body, despite how much larger I was than him.
And his thick cock head bounced over my prostate with each stroke, pulling sounds from my lips I didn’t know I could make.
“Phoenix, fuck!” I cried out, my claws digging into the blankets beneath us.
The pleasure was consuming me, radiating from where we were joined and spreading like wildfire through my entire body.
I’d never felt anything like this before.
The fullness, the intensity, and the connection that seemed to reach beyond physical sensation was almost too much to bear.
Phoenix leaned down, his chest pressed against mine as he maintained his rhythm.
His breath was hot against my neck, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he drove into me.
Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure mirroring my own, creating an endless loop that built higher and higher with each thrust.
“I can feel you,” he gasped against my ear. “Inside and out. It’s... incredible.”
I turned my head to capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply as he continued to fuck me. The angle changed slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. I broke the kiss with a roar, my back arching involuntarily.
“Right there,” I panted, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. “Fuck me harder!”
His amber eyes locked with mine, blazing with determination and something deeper, something that made my chest tighten with emotion. His hips snapped forward with renewed purpose as his balls slapped against my ass.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him.
My cock was trapped between our bodies, the friction of his movements and the soft fur of my stomach providing just enough stimulation to drive me wild.
Pre-cum leaked steadily, making the slide easier, more intense.
“I’m close,” I warned, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine. “So fucking close.”
Phoenix nodded, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own orgasm approached. “Me too,” he gasped.
His hand found my cock, wrapping around it with perfect pressure.
Two strokes was all it took before I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My release hit me with the force of a freight train.
I roared his name as thick ropes of cum painted both our chests, my inner walls clenching around him rhythmically.
The sensation pushed Phoenix over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me and cried out, his body shuddering as he filled me with his seed. I felt each pulse, each throb as he emptied himself, and with it came a rush of magic that sealed our bond completely.
Golden light seemed to emanate from where we were joined, spreading outward to envelop us both in a warm glow.
The feeling was indescribable, like finding a piece of myself I hadn’t known was missing.
Through the bond, I could feel Phoenix’s emotions as clearly as my own.
I felt love, wonder, satisfaction, and a bone-deep sense of rightness.
When the light faded, Phoenix collapsed on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I, however, was staring at the tree above us.
“Uh… Phoenix?” I asked breathlessly. “Look.”
He glanced up at me, then followed my gaze up into the branches of the tree above.
There we both stared as vines magically grew up the tree, wrapping around the trunk and branches before bursting into bloom.
The flowers were bright red with a yellow-orange center.
And they, by some sort of magic I didn’t understand, began to slowly send glowing cinders floating down around us.
“It’s beautiful,” Phoenix said softly, smiling. “Our magic is melding.”
I had no idea what it meant, but I nodded anyway, my gaze already back on Phoenix. “Yeah,” I smiled, cupping his face and pulling him back to me. “Beautiful.”