Chapter 11 #2
I scramble to obey. My clothes go flying and I drop to my hands and knees on the mattress, peeking over my shoulder for a glimpse of his full, naked glory.
He’s magnificent.
Gray skin and fur, muscles and wings stretched out behind him. His cock is thick and long, straining toward me, and at its base are two appendages that are covered in the same feathery texture as his antennae. They’re flexing lightly and getting longer as I watch.
“What are those?” I ask, breathless with anticipation.
“My graspers. Designed to hold a mate in place. Don’t worry, they won’t hurt.”
“Oh, I’m not worried,” I say. “I want to feel them on me.”
In the past, I’ve always loved foreplay.
The anticipatory fun is its own kind of pleasure.
But it feels as if the past few months have been endless foreplay, and now I just want him inside me.
He must sense it, because he grabs my thighs and drags them further apart, then slides a finger through my wetness.
“Mmmm,” he grunts approvingly. “So hot and wet for me already.” He strokes my clit, slow and steady, and my eyes roll back.
“Yes. I’m ready. I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” I moan.
He makes a tsk with a click of his tongue. “You will wait,” he says. “Until I’m ready.”
The pad of his finger is still sliding against my clit, back and forth, up and down, in circles. I can feel my little bundle of nerves flexing against him, almost leaning in to his touch, begging for contact. My hips shift, straining for more: more pressure, more pleasure, more anything.
He continues the steady strokes, and god, they feel so good. Not hard enough to send me over the edge, but enough to build pleasure higher and higher.
Out of nowhere, he pinches my clit, harder than I would have expected, and a mewling sound spills from my lips as wetness gushes out of me. “Ungh,” I grunt.
He chuckles.
My heart is pounding, my breath is sawing out of my lungs, and I’m already starting to see stars.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I moan. “That’s so good.”
“I can’t decide,” he says conversationally, “if I want to let you come on my hand first, or if I want to make you wait and come on my cock.”
“I can do both,” I pant, desperate.
“Oh, I know you can. But your first orgasm with me is special. I have to prove you were right when you were shouting at Braeden. What to do, what to do…”
Even as he pretends to think, he slides a finger inside me, stroking gently, never letting up the pressure on my clit. I drop to my elbows, head resting on the bed, hips pumping against him, groaning.
“If you keep this up, it won’t be up to you,” I warn.
“None of that,” he says. “You will not come until I say you can.”
The command in his voice does something to me, and my pussy spasms, gripping the finger inside me.
And then he pulls away, leaving me wet and achy.
“Turn around,” he orders.
I spin, still on my hands and knees, looking up at him.
“Suck my cock.”
“Yes, please.”
I crawl closer and drag my tongue up and down his shaft, along all sides, getting it nice and slick. He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, but he doesn’t say anything, so I keep going.
I take him as deep as I can, until his tip hits the back of my throat. Slowly, I slide back, almost all the way, then dive forward and take him back down. I find a rhythm almost immediately, and he follows it, hips pumping against me.
He grunts and groans, fucking my face, and the whole thing makes me wetter.
Out of nowhere, he pulls back, picks me up and spins me, and then plunges into me from behind, making me squeal. His claspers wrap around my hips, soft but determined, holding me in place.
As if I’d rather be anywhere else.
He lets out a long, low moan. “You’re hot and tight and wet. You’re perfect.”
I press back against him, taking him as deep as our bodies will allow. His cock is so thick, I feel full to the brim.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please. I’ve been waiting so long.”
“You have, haven’t you? Such a patient girl.” His voice is strained.
He starts to move, slowly at first, in a long drag, and then faster and harder. The harder he pumps, the tighter his claspers grip me, hanging on with a bruising strength.
I love it.
He pulls me off my hands, so that my back is pressed against his chest. One hand slides down to play with my clit, and the other pinches at my tight, aching nipples.
His thrusts are long and deep, pressing against my G-spot.
It’s an assault of pleasure. I tip my head back against his shoulder, incoherent little noises coming from me as he stimulates me everywhere.
“Oh my god,” I breathe into his ear. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” he grunts, thrusting even harder. “Do it. I want to feel that pussy come all over my cock.”
He squeezes my nipple hard and flicks his finger against my clit in a fast, rough rhythm. My vision goes black, my whole body tightens, and then I scream as the orgasm plows into me, uncorking a pleasure so deep and intense, it’s like it comes from another dimension.
My inner muscles clamp down on his cock, squeezing, and I can feel the wetness of my cum dripping down our legs.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Keep squeezing me like that.”
I do as he says, flexing my pussy on his thick, thick cock, gasping as I feel it get even bigger and harder inside me.
He pulls me tight against him with a shout, arms banding around my chest, and erupts inside me like a volcano.
I can feel his hot, wet release mixing with my own, and the overwhelming sensation of it all sets off another orgasm in me, my whole body shaking and spasming.
We stay locked together for a long time, breathing and trembling, before his body finally releases mine, his claspers receding.
At last, we collapse on the bed, tangled together.
He’s still hard, though, and I’m still achy and dripping, and before long, he’s pumping inside me again, both of us groaning at the intense pleasure.