Chapter 46 #2
I shoved my butt further back and curled my tail around his neck, tight enough to keep him in place but not enough to constrict his breathing. We hadn’t discussed breath play, and it wasn’t something I enjoyed receiving or giving anyway. “Yes, you do.”
He growled again, but his attack turned feral. He sucked and bit my hole, then forced his tongue inside me with a low moan. Monqilcolnen fucked me with his tongue until I was biting my hand to keep from crying out. It was so good. So impossibly good.
“Enough,” I snapped. I was too close.
Slowly, he pulled back, though his hands lingered on my butt for longer than necessary.
I faced him, my cock dripping and chest heaving. I smirked down at him, nudging his dripping cock with my foot. Monqilcolnen whimpered, wiggling in his kneeled position. I pressed my foot against his erection, grinding, and he cried out. More pre-seed leaked over my toes from the assault.
“It sure appears as if you enjoyed my taste,” I commented.
“I didn’t,” Monqilcolnen growled.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.” He whined when I shoved my foot harder into his cock.
“Yes, you are, and you best get used to it, because my taste will be the only one on your tongue for the rest of your life.”
Monqilcolnen didn’t or couldn’t reply between his pants, but he did draw back, or rather, tried to.
Grabbing his hair again, I forced him to look up at me. His golden eyes were narrowed in defiance. I snarled, “You will submit to me.”
“Never.”
I swallowed. I wasn’t going to last if we dragged this out much longer. I flicked off the water and ordered, “On my bed.”
Monqilcolnen stiffly stood. I pushed him all the way out of the bathroom to the bedroom, while he fought me every step of the way. I shoved him onto the bed, and Monqilcolnen stared up at me, his chest heaving and pupils blown wide. His thick cock was leaking all over him.
A tad nervous, I grabbed my harness. I had never worn it without using it to contain my wings.
The second I slid it on, Monqilcolnen groaned and pre-seed escaped even faster.
He was leaking so much. The straps didn’t fit right, and it wasn’t comfortable to wear like this, but seeing Monqilcolnen this aroused was enough to make me bear it.
I grabbed the lube, then knocked his knees apart.
He shook his head. “No, please don’t.”
I paused, checking to make sure Monqilcolnen wasn’t actually wanting me to stop, even though he hadn’t used his safe word. He swatted my butt again with his tail.
“I said you would submit to me,” I growled, settling between his legs. “You are mine. Your body is mine. I will take my pleasure from your hole. Willing or not.”
“Please,” Monqilcolnen begged.
My breath turned harsh. Monqilcolnen was so much larger than I, and while I could hold my own in a fight, he could force me off him.
His willingness to submit, to play, to surrender was far more arousing than I would’ve thought possible.
The trust he was giving me, to not hurt him, to stop if he needed, was so beautiful it made the backs of my eyes burn and my cock throb while pre-seed continually dribbled out of my slit.
With a growl, I flared my wings and grabbed his throat. Monqilcolnen tilted his chin back, letting me have even more control, and whimpered, though his cock was twitching and his hips were bucking.
“You are mine,” I snapped.
“Yours,” he replied.
I dove over the top of him, a slightly awkward feat due to our disparaging heights, and bit his throat. His pulse leaped under my teeth, and the scent of his arousal clouded the air. I growled, “I told you that you would submit.”
The knot in his throat bobbed. I licked it, then moved back to settle between his spread thighs. I tapped his twitching hole. “This is mine.”
“Yours.”
I squirted some lube on my fingers, then shoved one, quickly followed by a second, into him. Monqilcolnen arched, keening.
“No,” he begged, swatting my butt, “stop.”
I bit his thigh. “You will take me.”
“I won’t.” He slapped my butt again.
I ignored Monqilcolnen and spread a generous amount of lube on my cock. I might not be large, but I didn’t want even a chance of hurting him, as much as I was trembling and shaking with the utter need to impale Monqilcolnen, to take him, to claim him as mine. Forever.
Notching the tapered crown of my cock against his hole, I pushed, and Monqilcolnen let out a loud whine.
I steadily slid in, moaning at the tight heat of him.
Stars, he was perfect. He was made for me to fuck him like this.
He was made to take my cock deep into his body.
I slammed the rest of the way into him, and he let out a sad cry, though his own cock was leaking and his tail was slapping me hard enough to hurt.
I tried to grab his throat, but it was a bit of a reach. I shoved his legs up onto my shoulders, making Monqilcolnen grunted as I folded him basically in half to grip his throat. “I took you.”
“Yes,” he panted.
“Mine.”
Monqilcolnen tilted his head even further back into the pillow, his wet hair lying tangled around him.
I pounded into him, and he grunted, taking it.
I quickly set up a hard rhythm. We were both so on edge already.
I was desperate to spill my seed inside of him that this wasn’t going to last very long.
My claws dug into his throat as I fucked him hard, grunting and growling.
Monqilcolnen never looked away from me as he panted and cried my name.
Quickly, I worked his cock as best I could.
“Spill your seed on your scales,” I ordered, pumping him. “I want to see it.”
“Wyn,” he cried only a breath later as shot after shot painted his chest with his stark white seed.
His hole squeezed me impossibly tight, and I whimpered, unable to hold my release back.
My cock jerked, and I pumped my seed deep inside of him, claiming him, as waves of hot pleasure roared through me.
Once my orgasm stopped, I rested heavily on my elbows, keeping Monqilcolnen folded in half.
Slowly, I lowered his legs, though I remained on top of him as well as inside of him, panting.
I gently lapped at his seed, and he brushed a hand through my wet hair, hooking his legs around my waist to keep me connected to him. Not that I would go anywhere.
“Let me, Peace,” he murmured, unlatching my harness and casting it aside. He rubbed the spots where it had chafed my scales. “We shall have to have a different one made so it’s more comfortable for you.”
I chuckled. “So you enjoyed it?”
“Very much. I like the idea of you wearing even more leather as you take me.”
I kissed his chest, breathing in the sweet tang of his seed. “I’m more than fine with that. I enjoyed it a lot.” I grabbed his tail, and Monqilcolnen groaned. I carefully dragged my claws over it. “You hitting me with your tail worked well as a non-verbal yes.”
“It did. We should use that in the future.”
I snuggled close, basking in the comfort and intimacy of this moment. “You trusted me.”
Monqilcolnen ran his hand down my back, then gripped my butt. “You trusted me first.”
Something inside of me changed. It was subtle, yet as forceful and solid as the ground beneath me. I couldn’t exactly say what it was, but this change was permanent. I was sure of it. “Yes.”
He gave a low groan.
I met his gaze. “Yes, Monqilcolnen.”
“To what?”
“I will move in with you.”
His breath turned harsh as his cock started to firm up. “You will?”
“Yes,” I murmured against his lips before thrusting my hard cock into his tight hole. Monqilcolnen held me tight as I fucked him once again, though slowly this time, in our bed.