7. Piper
7
PIPER
“Bothered?” I laugh. “No way! It’s not exactly what I expected, but I think we’ll make it work.”
His face warps. “Humans haven’t always…responded well.”
“Those humans were dickheads,” I say without thinking, running my hands over his fuzzy thighs.
He leans forward to kiss me again. This time he is sweet and soft, real gratitude coming through in the kiss. There's patience and compassion. He takes his time, not moving his attention from my mouth for a long moment. Until I am finally squirming and eager for something more. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, until he finally breaks the contact of our mouths.
“Where have you been all my life?” he murmurs.
I laugh and, without thinking, roll my eyes.
“What did I say about rolling your eyes?” he menaces.
“Well, I’m naked now. What are you going to do to me?” I stick my tongue out at him.
“Whatever I want.” He moves to straddle my thighs and snatches my glasses from my nose.
“Hey!” I yelp.
He dips his face into my neck, and nuzzles until I am giggling and writhing under him. He switches to gentle kisses, then moves to light licking and sucking until I am breathless and writhing. His hands return to my breasts making me gasp and lean into him. I reach up, tracing a hand along his cheek, and running my fingers through the soft fuzz on his face. Nothing I do hurries him. He explores me slowly and thoroughly like he needs to memorize every part of me. Lighting little fires on every inch of skin that he touches. The sides of my breasts, the curve of my stomach, all the way down to the strip of skin where my thighs touch.
“Be a good girl, and spread your legs for me.” His voice is low and dangerous again.
Embarrassment washes through me briefly.
“Show me that perfect pussy.” He growls.
I couldn’t possibly disobey that order. Cool air hits me when I let my thighs fall apart. It's a level of vulnerability that I'm not used to.
"Good girl," he says without taking his eyes off of me.
The words take the edge off of how exposed I feel. His hands stroke up and down the inside of my thighs reverently, like he cannot believe his luck. I giggle when the fur of his cheek tickles along my inner thigh, and he doubles down on the movement, pulling a gasp from my lips when his tongue traces the same sensitive spot. A single finger strokes up and down my folds, finding the wetness in the center and dragging it all over me until his finger reaches my clit and he circles it over and over.
I groan loudly, and then his tongue latches onto my clit and he sucks.
I nearly fly off the bed, the pressure intense and sudden, he keeps going, gently sucking the whole thing. I wail into his sheets, my inner walls fluttering around nothing, desperate for slightly more, desperate for the tightness of being filled, of having something inside me.
“I need, Ant, you?—“
I don’t have to finish my sentence. He presses two long digits inside me, and my body and my walls clench around him flexing as I come around him.
He makes a satisfied noise when I finally pull his head away from my sensitive bud of nerves.
“Fuck.” I pull him up to my face to kiss him. His fur is wet from my juices, and I don’t even care as I put my mouth against his. “You are very good at that.”
He moans against me, his breathing heavy and strained. He shifts on the bed, holding himself above me with slightly shaky arms. Between us his claspers have unfolded. I reach down to press a palm against his seam and feel the slithering head of his aedeagus pressing toward me.
“Piper. It needs to be inside you,” he mutters, almost like it is a separate part of his body.
Inside me.
My whole body flushes at the thought of that writhing thing, moving, and prodding, and filling me. Ant strokes a long finger under my chin. “Or we can go play Duck Hunt ,” he says breathless. "Whatever you like.”
I laugh loudly. Fuck, of course I want this. It’s completely unfathomable, leaving here without feeling him inside me.
He grins when I laugh, and I grip his arms and pull him closer.
“You. I want you. I want to feel you inside me,” I say between kisses that reach every part of his body available to me. His face, his strong arms, his wiry chest, the thick mess of hair around his neck.
He grips my hips, tilting them up so the hard press of his claspers can wrap around the inside of my thighs. They cup just under my ass, tugging our bodies flush together. I can barely move, we’re completely locked together. Fuck, this is hot.
He groans against my neck, his hip shifting forward, grinding his slit against my clit just hard enough to shoot a spark of pleasure through me. I yelp.
And then I feel him protruding. Slipping into me, inch by glorious inch, while our bodies stay locked together.
He’s breathing loud and heavy in my ear, like this is the most difficult thing he’s done in his life.
“Piper. You feel so good.”
I dig my fingers tight into his fur. Desperate for something to anchor me while his aedeagus thrusts deeper, although neither of us move. Its strange head probing and exploring me.
It twists inside me, shooting bright sparks through every nerve. I whimper, I don't know how much more of this I can handle.
“Piper,” a voice whispers in my ear. “You are doing so well, such a good girl. You can take all of me.” He moans, and another inch slips into me, the fullness stretching as it moves.
The probing tip returns to that spark inside me again. I cry out and wrap my legs around his hips. Pressing our bodies even tighter together, needing more of him, more of this stretching invasion. His wings beat through the air around us, his arms wrapping around my back, pulling me into his chest, as a low purr rumbles through his torso, straight into my clit.
The press of him is too much, too tight, until he twists again, and my back arches in pleasure as the sparks shoot bright and hot through my body.
“Good girl, letting me use that tight little hole. Just a little more. Fuck, you feel so good.” Ant’s voice is harried in my ear.
“More?” I can barely get the word out.
“You can take it,” he whispers. “I know you can. Your pussy is perfect. You are perfect. Perfect for me. My good, perfect girl.”
There’s another push, as the thick base of his aedeagus presses into me. Tight and hot, stretching me to a point that feels impossible. It finally stops. I push my face into his neck, and focus on breathing. The stretch, the tightness, the fullness, every part of it perfect. I don't think I could handle anything else. He doesn't move, but something inside me pulses. A hot vibration that seems to travel down his length, flexing against my inner walls. I almost scream.
“Fuck, baby girl. You are doing so well. You feel so, so good. Your perfect pussy wrapped around me.”
The heat from his aedeagus races through me again and again, like a rhythmic stretching. He holds me still, tight and captive, against his body. There's nothing I can do but cling to him through the overwhelming sensation.
“You are such a good girl, taking all of me. Letting me use that tight little pussy. Letting me fill you up.” He’s muttering into my ear, half of it just coming out as pleasant noise and praise. The intensity of the pulses grows harder and faster, vibrating me from the inside.
And then, with my name between his lips, he groans against me. One last large pulse that breaks me. I cry out, my whole body seems to snap around the strange appendage inside me. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come, darkness and sparks fly across my vision.
He shudders and, with a primal groan, finishes. Splashing heat fills me, his wings beating and his body clenching around mine. “Yes, baby girl, take everything I have to give.”
I'm still trying to catch my breath when the wind moves my hair, flinging it past my back, I realize there’s nothing but air behind me. When I look backward we are several feet above the bed.
His wings suspended us as we fucked. I was too busy getting railed to even notice that he’d lifted us from the ground.