Chapter 11
B oreas's kiss seared her cold lips, a shock of lust roaring to life in an instant. His mouth, firm and insistent, worked against her own, and all she could do was take what he gave. She felt the scrape of his large canine along the seam of her mouth, and she gasped at the current it sent directly to her core. He pressed the advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She'd never fully understood the idea of a kiss plundering, something she read often in her most-loved romance novels, until this moment. His tongue took everything she gave and demanded more, each stroke and dip causing her to give him more of herself, meeting his demand with her own need.
She leaned into his arms, then melted into them, and with a whirl of wind, her back hit something soft. He ripped his head away on a deep growl and she blinked her eyes to take in their change of position. They were on his platform bed, her arms flung up over her head. Her body stretched beneath him like an offering as he trapped her with his own strong arms planted beside her shoulders.
Boreas's face, always gorgeous, looked ethereal. A glint of white light came from his eyes, casting an eerie glow over his face, making the sharp lines and swooping curves starker in the darker corners of the cave. Lily lifted her hand to trace his cheekbone. "Beautiful," she whispered.
The light blinked out of his eyes. "No, Lily. I am no beauty. I am not even human. I am a monster, something humans feared long ago when they knew of me." As if to emphasize his confession, he curled his lips to expose his wickedly sharp teeth and tapped the downy cover of the bed with one pointed claw.
Lily turned, grabbed his hand, and brought it to her lips, kissing each of his clawed tips in turn, caressing the jagged cliffs and valleys of the large knuckle. "Beautiful," she repeated. Not on a whisper, but with firm surety.
He hung his head for a moment and when his eyes came back to her, the light returned with a blaze. He said no more, simply pressed down and took her mouth before trailing kisses down her cheeks, her neck. Boreas paused, a shuddered breath on his lips, as if asking something. Lily, more than ready, jostled to give herself some space to get undressed.
"Allow me," he said as she struggled out of her puffer. Boreas urged her to stand and he moved around, sweeping her hair aside and kissing the back of her neck before he began. He first gently removed her hat, placing it on a nightstand beside them. Her coat came next, and she felt his claws skim her arms even through her layers, causing her breath to stutter out in a disjointed hiss of pleasure. Next came her sweater, swept over her head in a quick flutter. Then her thermal shirt, and she cursed the fact she layered up so much before heading out the door that morning.
The only thing left on her torso was her serviceable white t-shirt bra. She didn't have time to consider what lingerie might have been better because the sear of his strong hands on her shoulders took all thought from her head.
Boreas gripped her a moment, his hands so large his fingers skimmed more than halfway down the white straps on the front of her shoulders. So large she easily saw them, olive skin gleaming. Pointed claws pressed against pale skin and the thinnest strip of white fabric. A growl rumbled behind her and Boreas said "Lily," as if in warning. As if he could smell the wetness such a sight caused.
His breath feathered her shoulder, dotting sucking kisses there as he gripped her tight. His hands pulled her back to his chest, and she felt his nakedness there. A pouty whimper sounded when his hands left her shoulders, then she felt a gentle tap at her calf. He went foot by foot, undoing then removing her hiking boots and socks.
Those impressive hands came up the outsides of her legs slowly as he rose, until they snagged in the tops of leggings. She wiggled her butt when he hesitated and with a masculine, knowing chuckle, he began another descent to the floor, taking her leggings with him. Again, he ascended, but kisses marked his progress. Gentle nips and licks followed, all the way back to her shoulders.
A gentle wind caressed her body as his hands turned her so they were face to face. The hunger she saw when she locked eyes with him again mirrored the need she felt in her own gut, the pull she felt toward him that had to be obeyed. "Boreas," she gasped out, a plea for more.
He hushed her and fell back, slowed by a breeze so they landed gingerly on the bed, her body finally making full contact with his own. He still had on underwear. She knew because she didn't feel the heat of his flesh as acutely where her thighs met his shorts. Boreas held her tight a moment before he flipped them, laying her on the bed as he hovered. His wings flared above them both, a feathery canopy she wanted to touch. It was no time to deny herself, so she reached out and traced a sharp feather with a finger. A shudder wracked his impressive frame and she moved her hand from wing to strong shoulder to chest to flexing abs to the very edge of a maddeningly tight pair of boxer briefs.
Boreas stopped her progress, his claws indenting the flesh on her hand. "Not yet. I need a taste." He pushed her hand above her head and she instinctively added her other. With one massive, clawed hand he held both her wrists above her head and kissed his way down her body. Mouth, cheek, neck, upper chest. Between kisses, his deep voice rang out "Do you like this?" He nipped one white strap of her bra to clarify his question and she shook her head no. His second hand came up and with one sharp tip, he ripped through the cloth between her breasts, freeing them from the fabric confines.
Like most woman in her thirties, her breasts followed gravity once freed. Boreas followed with his lips and free hand, taking one in a firm grip and the other in his mouth. She moaned loudly, and once the wave of pleasure at the first hot contact ebbed enough for her to think, she couldn't clearly decide which she liked better: the wet scrape of his teeth as he sucked one puckered nipple in his mouth or the dry scrape of a claw as his hand alternately kneaded her aching breast and tweaked her nipple.
He seemed lost in a haze, focused solely on the task in front of him. Lily's pleasure rose and rose, her body squirming under his ministrations. But she needed more. She ached with need, one leg curling around his torso so she could grind her pussy against his hard body.
Boreas ripped his lips away, teeth flashing from the light in his eyes. "Lily," he warned once again, but she ignored it.
She arched up, grinding against him harder, and said only one word again. A final, need-filled plea to give them both what they wanted. What they needed. "Please."
He gave a swift kiss to the expanse of skin on her chest and knifed up in a whoosh, his wings helping suspend him for a few beats. Lily came up on her elbows to watch. One clawed hand rubbed the massive bulge in his boxer briefs as he licked his lips and stared at the plain white bikini briefs she wore. He didn't ask then, he simply shot out one claw and tore through those panties like they were made of paper. Her breath hitched at the act just as he muttered out "fuck" at the sight of Lily fully naked in front of him for the first time.
The god moved in a blur, and before she knew it, he towered over her, fully naked and stroking his cock. She stared, because his cock looked unlike anything she'd ever seen. The basic shape was similar to a human man's penis, she supposed. It also matched his olive skin tone. Except for the ice-white swirls and ridges running all around it in a cyclone pattern. Those delicious looking patterns rose from his thick root, working up to the large, rounded tip, almost like a ribbed condom designed with gales of wind in mind. She thought of the phrase “ribbed for her pleasure” and gave a soft giggle. Lily licked her lips, echoing Boreas's own actions mere seconds before.
He slowly climbed on top of her, bending deep to kiss the swell of her stomach, her chest, her cheek. "Ready?" he asked, stroking himself once again as he looked over her face. She lay there breathless, speechless, needy, so she nodded her head yes.
He'd positioned himself between her legs. With one strong hand he gripped her hip and raised it from the bed. With the other he guided his cock right to the heart of her. When his head notched against her pussy she sucked in a breath. He waited a beat then thrust forward, hitting true and deep in one smooth stroke.
Lily cried out in pleasure. Boreas breathed out a moan, his eyes squeezed tight as if he couldn't handle so much sensation all at once. Lily understood the feeling.
Slowly, he pulled free, and she felt every ridge in his large, beautiful, swirling cock as he did. A pause, then another thrust, again hitting a spot inside her no one before had reached. She half came off the bed, and with his free hand he pushed her chest down, pinning her to the bed as he thrust into her over and over again, his steady beat a hard and fast rhythm.
"Fuck," he breathed out as he slammed into her and ground hard, hitting her clit and causing Lily to let out another long moan. "Perfect. You're fucking perfect for me. Fit me so well."
She agreed, but with his steady thrust and grind, her breath came in hard pants, so she simply met his hips with her own. He dipped down to take her mouth. Moans, groans, growls, the slick slap of flesh on flesh filled the open cavern of his home, echoing off the dark walls and bouncing back at them as they lost themselves in each other’s bodies.
Soon enough, her pleasure reached a breaking point. He felt it of course, and began to speak. However, the words sounded harsh, more garbled, more slurred, as if he couldn’t quite get them out around his bared fangs. "Lily. Come for me. Come around me while I am buried inside you. Right fucking now." He slid the hand at her chest down, and one sharp claw flicked against her clit.
Lily detonated, a fierce orgasm ripping through her body like a bomb, shattering her in its wake. She felt undone. In pieces. The coursing pleasure left her shaking and spent.
Boreas, as if he'd held back before, pounded harder and faster into her, groaning, "Yes, fuck yes," as he did, until he planted himself deep. She felt his large cock twitch as he came, his head flung back and his wings shaking above them both.
He sagged, letting her hip drop as he slowly pulled out of her, and went back on his knees so he knelt above her. His hands met on her stomach and fanned outward, as if he wanted to caress every inch of her. Wind followed his touch, giving a soft swirl over her flesh, helping her body ease. After long minutes, Lily began to squirm.
"Um, Boreas. Is there a bathroom here?"
He'd been staring down, watching his hands roam her body, and at her words his head snapped up. "Are you okay, my flower?"
He hadn't called her any type of nickname before, and something burrowed into her heart at the newness of it. "Just peachy. I need to pee, though. Maybe clean up."
"Of course." He stood, not at all caring about his nakedness, and scooped her up like he had before. It'd been snug and lovely then, but felt far more delicious when they were naked.
In a few quick strides, they were around the bed and at a nook in the wall she hadn't noticed before. He eased them through a small, tight hallway until they reached a bathing chamber. There was a place to use the bathroom, but it wasn't like a modern toilet. A box-like structure came up from the floor, with a hinge at the top and a lever at the sides. She looked at it in confusion and before she could ask, he explained. "Pressurized water used as an ancient flusher before modern plumbing." He pointed to the lever. "Lift the lid, do what you will, lower the lid and pull the lever. The process will take care of the rest."
She looked at a small circular chamber with another lever and box system suspended from the ceiling. "Shower?" She asked.
He smiled and nodded before moving aside and pointing to the sink-like setup behind him. He reached over to a shelf and handed her a towel. "Take your time. Use whatever you need." She smiled and he left her to it.
She didn't take long, but she came back feeling relieved and cleaner. Her mind did a record scratch when she saw Boreas stretched out in the middle of his large bed, laying on his feather wings, large biceps flexed with his hands up under his head. His dark covers were pulled up to his waist, leaving his expansive chest on full display.
He smiled and pulled up the covers as she walked his way. "Come," he said, and a memory of him using a similar word as a different command only minutes before made her insides liquid. His nose flared, and his smile turned to a smirk.
Lily climbed in, ignoring the look he gave her, and snuggled deep into his chest. "Mmmm. Warm."
He didn't reply. Boreas slipped his arms around her, followed by the curve of his wings, and enveloped her in his warm pine and breeze scent. In less than a minute, she fell asleep, content in his godly embrace.