Chapter 43 Izzy
IZZY
Vyns picked me up with the utmost care, lifting me with ease, cradled in his strong arms. I stayed as still as possible to minimize pain.
Vyns kissed my forehead softly, then headed for Rook’s room. What impressed me the most was how he could hold me with just one arm as he opened the doors into and out of the bathroom.
“Can you stand?” he asked softly, once we were in an actual room and not a blackened cave.
I nodded. Stand yes, walk no.
He set me on my feet and stood before me gazing into my eyes. His were dazzling, such a deep blue. I didn’t think mine warranted this much attention. Then again… given my eyes changed color when I was aroused, he might be getting quite the show.
“Stunning,” he breathed, as both his hands came to my cheeks, cupping my face as he kissed me gently. It was just a brush of his lips, but the thrill which raced down my spine and sparked a heated need in my core took my breath away.
Then he knelt before me. Hands running up my legs as he stood again, and with one fluid motion my dress was off, fluttering to the floor.
“Heavens,” he whispered, taking me in.
“Your turn,” I breathed. And it may have been a bit weird but… “I want to see your wings.”
He lifted his shirt off, then his wings flashed out, quickly retracting so he didn’t make a mess in the room. I’d forgotten how big they were. Wow.
A nervous giggle escaped me.
I was going to fuck an angel. There was something so wrong about the sound of that, but also so very right, given the divinely handsome man before me.
Vyns swept me off my feet once again, setting me on the bed. Then he piled pillows behind me so I could recline while giving him access to my legs. It was painful, but I forced my legs open, wincing and groaning, as he once more knelt before me.
“Have you been walking around with no underwear all day?” he asked, gaze tearing down my body to my core as his hands brushed my thighs. I’d thought there’d be pain when he touched me, but nope, pure pleasure.
“Not sure if you noticed the state of my room. This dress is all I have.”
He growled, a feral sound, as his lips ghosted over my thighs. My pussy sang with delight at the vibrations I felt through each brush of his mouth, and the heat of his breath. I knew what he was thinking, and I was immensely glad he didn’t bring up her name while going down on me.
When he kissed me, low on my abdomen, his growl became something else, more like a purr. That was more like it.
He brushed his lips lower, till hot breath whispered over my core and I gasped, shuddering with the promise of that warmth. My heart thundered, blood roaring in my ears.
My connection to Vyns wasn’t like my bond with Myel — where I felt what he felt — but more… expansive. I sensed his desire by interpreting the waves of clinging humidity billowing from his spirit to mine, like a warm summer’s rain, drenching me inside and out.
His tongue slowly traced my seam, and he let out a hum of pleasure. And when he licked back down, I opened for him, wet and receptive.
“So wet, so delicious,” he whispered before diving back in to savor me with long slow slashes of his tongue. That got my hips moving, bucking up slowly with each long lick.
He slid his hands over my legs, caressing my thighs, finding the sensitive spot behind my knee, and cupping the curves of my calves, before moving back up once again in slow strokes. Meanwhile, his tongue circled my clit, a delicious tease, before he created a seal with his lips and sucked softly.
“Yes,” I gasped, my hands combing through his thick blond hair and pushing him closer. Just watching how intently he pleasured me was getting me so damned hot.
But then he eased off.
I glared down at him.
Vyns chuckled. “Trust me.”
And I did, implicitly.
He slid two fingers inside me, curling to slowly press on my G-spot as he pressed his tongue ever so gently over my clit.
Wow!
Yup, complete trust.
Because somehow, he’d turned my headlong rush to a powerful orgasm into a soft and gentle release. No heavy body contractions, just gentle waves of wonderful pleasure washing through me.
And any pain I’d been feeling vanished, banished.
“Oh… wow!”
He kissed my thighs as his fingers stroked gently, drawing out this heavenly pleasure. I stroked his hair, trying to figure out this new sensation transmitted through his spirit: like warm sun on my skin, something… sublime and divine and…
Oh… he was worshipping me, reverent and devoted.
Being with Rook was pure sin, but Vyns made me feel… seen and cherished.
And… now I was crying, warm tears leaking from my eyes.
So many men had told me I was beautiful, but Vyns made me feel beautiful.
He’d doused my pain and soothed something deep inside me.
When his deep blue eyes looked up, he must have seen the tears.
“Izzy?”
“I’m good,” I gasped. Why was it so hard to breathe? “More than good. I need…” More!
“I know,” he whispered with a smile.
And he did. He knew exactly what I needed.
He stood and dropped his pants, freeing his towering erection.
Precum glistened on his tip as he knelt yet again, pressing his length against my wetness, perfect pressure — not too hard — on my ragingly sensitive clit.
He rocked his hips, sliding his shaft against my soaked folds as his hands slid up my sides to capture my breasts.
And once again my tits had swollen all on their own.
What had Tala called it? Her in bed fooling around body… Hell yeah it was!
It gave Vyns plenty to softly knead and massage as he covered his cock in my wetness. His lips captured one taut peak, sucking my nipple into his mouth with perfect pressure. I moaned, loud and unabashed, to encourage him.
I’d already come once, but I was hungry for more. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild beast trying to escape. My body twitched and trembled in a frenzy. The pain was gone, but it had been replaced with raging desire.
“More!” I gasped.
He released my breast so he could bring his face close to mine, breath hot on my ear. “Say it. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Dick!” The word leaped from my lips.
He chuckled. “How… exactly?”
“In me, fuck, hard, break me open, let all the gooey insides out!” I may not have been completely aware of what I was saying.
His hands slid down to my ass, pulling me forward, crushing my core against his hardness.
I nearly came. And the grunting sound I let out must have alerted him to that fact.
“Not yet,” he whispered, chiding. “I haven’t broken you open yet.”
I mewled and moaned as he gave one long, crushing stroke of his cock against me, my clit crying out in pained pleasure.
Then he shifted back, and I didn’t have time to breathe before he’d slammed himself inside me, deep and full, stretching me perfectly.
I saw stars.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, bodies pressed so intently my nipples must have been digging trenches in his chest. He didn’t seem to mind.
“Light Above!” he hissed. “Heavens! You feel… so good! Divine! Perfect! Fuck!” His cock throbbed hard inside me, his loins pressed to my clit with just the right pressure as our spirits sang a duet of pure bliss.
With the pain gone, I could move, and very much wanted to. I wrapped my legs around him, crushing us together even more, rocking my hips, sending zinging pleasure up my spine with every grind over him.
My hands looped around his neck… encountering something fluffy and feathery. His wings!
I hadn’t realized I’d had my eyes closed till I opened them. His beautiful white-gold wings flared a little at my touch and he gasped.
Were his wings sensitive? Like sexually sensitive?
I brushed over a few feathers and Vyns trembled. “Yes! Fuck yes!” he grunted.
That answered that.
He stood, turned, and pinned me to a wall. His cock slammed into me once, hard. Then he thrusted with abandon, pounding into me. I gripped his wings. He hissed and bucked harder.
His lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entrance, but I was way ahead of him, open and ready, my tongue half-way down his throat.
His strength.
His passion.
His pounding pleasure.
His soft wings!
God! This angel was going to make me come so hard I’d never be able to set foot in a church without blushing.
I shattered with a long high scream into his mouth as he tore an epic orgasm from me.
His thrusts grew erratic, harder, needful, then he slammed himself deep and his cock pulsed with his release as his body tensed so hard he shook. My turn to rip pleasure from him. Waves of pleasure crashed back and forth between us, a reciprocal expansion of ecstasy radiating through our spirits.
The men in this world specialized in orgasms which were out of this world.
Wow… just… WOW!
Vyns pulled back from my lips, his face looking almost pained, gasping through ragged breaths, body shuddering. It was like he was experiencing an even more epic orgasm than I was. I found that extremely rewarding.
I could make an angel lose his mind and come like a fire hose. And he really was, his cock pulsing again and again and again. And that’s when I realized what I saw in his bewildered expression: the overwhelming shock of his release.
He. Couldn’t. Stop. Coming!
His release leaked out of me even as my own orgasm began to ebb. Though it was hard not to be thrilled by his rather stunning climax.
“Vyns?” I whispered.
He smiled through gritted teeth, and it took him a moment to respond. “It’s… been a while… You’re… too much!”
Ah… so I’d been his blue-ball-buster. No wonder he was going a little nuts.
“Bathroom?” I suggested.
He nodded but still couldn’t move for a bit. When he did, it was with jerking motions, his body still shaking as he carried me into the shower.
And when he pulled out, his cock still jetted long streams of cum, which blasted over my stomach and chest.
I reached down and gently cupped his tight balls, then softly stroked his cock, rewarded with a heavy blast of cum, coating me. But that seemed to finish him.
He breathed a heavy sigh and relaxed as his cock slowly lowered.
“You’re welcome,” I said with a grin.
“Wasn’t I supposed to be the one making you feel better?” he said with a laugh.
“Oh, you did.” I nodded. “Glad I could return the favor.”
“Oh… you did.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, running a finger through the cum on my belly before lifting it to my lips. He had a sort of smoky-salty flavor, like… bacon. Oh… that was dangerous.
As he watched me lick his cum off my finger, his cock jerked with one last spray.
We both laughed, then we washed off and simply held each other in the shower, soothing and close. Our spirits hummed with satisfaction at finally being united.
It seemed I’d added yet another man to my growing harem of admirers.
Aw shucks, what a shame.
Eventually, we got out, dried off, and dressed, but as we left Rook’s room, returning to my burned-out husk, a strange bolt of light swooped in from outside, forming glowing words in the air in front of Vyns.
Vynsiel,
What have you done? You’ve disgraced our family!
Return home at once!
He sighed heavily. “That didn’t take long.”
“Do you have to go?” The question surprised me. Usually, I was the one demanding men get out after sex. But with Vyns… the warm glow of adoration from his spirit felt so good I wanted to spend more time with him. What was happening to me?
He nodded. “I should. If only to tell my family off for using me all these years. I’m done with them, but… I should tell them to their faces. None of this.” He waved at the glowing message, which was starting to fade.
“Hurry back,” I whispered, embracing him.
“I will, but I’ll need to be careful. If Saldrea sees me…”
Yeah… fair.
“Then be careful.”
We kissed, long and deep and heart wrenching.
Then we simply stared at each other. I tried to memorize every detail of his features, and I assumed he was doing the same.
Then he finally stepped back and flared his wings, before leaping out of the hole that had once been the outer wall of my room, flying away.
I had a sinking feeling I’d not see him again.