Chapter Twenty-Two
O h, my…
Blake built up his shifted form so much that I was partially prepared for some weird kraken form with seven eyeballs and tentacles to emerge. Instead, the form he shifts into calls to me on a primal level.
And that version of me? She is hungry .
I make my way to him quickly, using my wings to push me forward.
I can’t stop my hands from roaming over him.
His eyes are a little wider, the iris now their predominant feature. His nose is smaller, and when I run a thumb across his lips, I see the small but noticeable points that now tip all of his teeth. Curling my hand down the side of his neck, I gently run my fingers across the column of gills that run down each side. He purrs a little at my touch, and the sound just spurs my exploration.
My breathing is getting faster, and I know that the lake water has nothing to do with the slickness of my core. I run my hands over his shoulders and notice the slight change to his skin. It has a light blue iridescent hue and feels like pure silk. His tattoos are still completely visible, but they, too, have taken on a deep blue tint.
When my hands touch his chest, a beautifully thick tail that matches the color of the rest of him breaches the surface and flicks in my direction. I had half expected his tail to be like the merfolk–or even the legendary “mermaid” version with the two flukes at the end. But Blake’s is similar to mine. More serpentine is the shape and size. When it breaches the surface again, my primal urges take a front seat.
My reaction feels almost feline when my eyes snap at the movement, and my hand snatches the tail before it can go back below the water. I let my grip go softer, causing the tail to slide very slowly from my hands and bringing a moan from Blake’s lips.
The sound breaks the last bit of control I have. I grab his shoulders and crush his body to mine. Blake is a strong man, but I am the Noctifer Witch, and something deep inside me craves dominance over this man. Over my mate . I claim his lips and tongue in a fierce kiss that forces him to surrender to me. His tail wraps around my lower back, and the tip traces tiny circles over my hip, sending shivers down my spine.
My tail snakes between our bodies and gently grasps his balls. His eyes fling open, and he breaks our kiss. When he says nothing for several moments, I simply let loose the words that have been trying to break free.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” he responds instantly between heavy breaths.
His hands move up to cup my breasts, and he flicks his thumbs across each of my pebbled nipples. The sensation feels like a challenge, and I don’t fight when my legs wrap around his body and slam his impossibly hardened cock inside me as far as it will go.
He cries out at the same time I do, both in shock and pleasure.
We stay like that for a moment, letting my tight channel adjust to his respectable size before the urge to move takes over me. Using my wings to push my body forward and back, I begin to work his length in and out of me. It’s a torturously slow dance, and I can see how badly Blake wants to take control.
But I won’t let him. He is mine now.
“Oh Gods, Sythia,” he pants out. Then he moves his hand down my abdomen and flicks a finger over my clit, causing me to scream out.
Continuing my torturously slow movements, I arch my back, exposing my breasts above the water’s surface. Blake growls and continues to flick and swirl his finger across my bundle of nerves but drops his lips to one of my nipples and snatches it into his mouth. A fleeting moment of fear rushes through me when I remember his pointy little teeth and how I would rather not accidentally lose a nipple when the fear is replaced by pure bliss at all of the sensations sweeping through me.
I slam myself onto him again, and he cries out., At the same time, I feel his tail snake between my legs and push into me. Now I am no virgin, but I have never had anything there before. The feeling makes my entire body instantly tense, and my muscles freeze up.
“It’s ok, little nymph. I’ve got you,” he says with his lips against my skin. He looks up behind his lashes, and pure endearment shines brightly in his eyes. He nearly begs the words I barely hear leave his mouth, “Trust me.”
I bring my hands to his cheeks and pull his face close to mine. “Always.” I confess.
At my words, he takes over our movements and begins to pull in and out of me at an achingly slow pace, with his tail matching rhythm at my other entrance. I know I have surrendered control to him a little. But with the unhindered bliss coursing through me, I can’t seem to find a moment to care.
The feeling of his cock and tail pressing against one another inside me has me quickly coming undone. I can feel myself getting closer to that edge. Blake must realize it, too, because his dick and tail begin to ruthlessly slam into me while his finger swirls around my clit. I briefly lose control of my limbs, causing my tail to release his balls, and that is when it gets a bright idea of its own.
Before I can stop myself, it takes advantage of Blake’s distraction and on his next thrust, my tail slips into a spot I bet he never saw coming.
He cries out and freezes. His eyes look wild, and he is panting heavily, but he is not moving away. Curious, I gently pull my tail out of him and press it back in, slowly curling the tip as if I am trying to touch his dick from the inside.
His eyes roll back in his head with a groan, and his dick twitches inside of me. Then his eyes meet mine again, and he growls at me.
“Forsythia, I swear to the Gods that no one had better ever find out about this.”
Instead of answering him, I lean forward and snatch his bottom lip between my teeth, then wiggle the tip of my tail inside him again. He moans again, but this time begins thrusting at an almost erratic pace. Both his cock and tail slamming in and out of me with wild abandon.
I scream out, arching backward, and he takes the opportunity to flick his tongue–which is much longer than usual and has a very interesting fork at the tip–against my nipple. I come apart around him instantly, calling out his name and slamming my tail into him a little harder than I had been, but that must have been enough for him because he jerks slightly before a warmth spreads up inside of my core.
We hold each other tightly, still completely entwined in one another, while we try to regulate our breathing. Then I feel it. The most glorious feeling ever. The tightness in my chest pulls hard before it almost feels like a snap. Then the tendrils wrap around me and solidify the bond.
It’s a soft yet firm sensation. And all of the ache that I had felt before in my chest is now gone. Replaced with the feeling of an embrace from two sources. It’s glorious. Emotions overwhelm me, and my eyes begin to fill with tears.
I look into Blake’s eyes and see the same emotion reflecting from them.
“I love you, Blake.”
The words slip freely from my mouth, and when they reach him, he almost seems shocked. It makes me wonder how many times he has ever heard those words in his life. I make a promise to myself to remind him as much as possible.
“I love you too, Forsythia,” he whispers back.
He kisses me tenderly, and we begin to move against each other again. Slowly but lovingly. Neither seeking to control this interlude. We find our release much faster this time, and instead of a scream, we are moaning into each other’s mouths as we kiss.
Fucking Blake was phenomenal. Making love to him was even more so.
We begin to slowly detach from one another until he is simply carrying me back to shore. As more of him dries out in the rising sun, he begins to shift back. At some point, my wings and tail tucked themselves away as well. I’m still learning how to control my shift.
I run my fingers through his hair as he sets me on my feet. We dress, taking the time to help one another in a fantastically worshiping sort of way and head back to camp hand-in-hand.
I feel a little sore but gloriously stretched.
What a wonderful way to wake up in the morning.
Who needs coffee?
I’ll take dick instead, thank you very much.