Chapter Eight Blossom
June’s tongue and her eyes are enough to bring any man to his knees.
I have to use my wings to distribute my weight and steady myself as her hand slides up and down my base, touching me as if she owns me.
Her lips leave little presses all over my tip as she watches me go weak, and then she tilts her head, opens her mouth, and licks me from base to crown, moaning happily.
“Fuck, Duncan. You’re so pretty here. So pretty everywhere. So smooth and so hard. Mmm.”
I’m about to unleash a volley of compliments when she steals my soul like a succubus, her mouth open, her lips parted wide.
She slides her pale pink lips down my crown, and several inches disappear into her stretched mouth.
My cock scrapes against her teeth and touches the soft, warm walls of her inner cheeks.
“Fuck,” I gasp in return, talons suddenly slamming into the nearest wall and holding myself in place as June works the top half of my length with her lips and the bottom with her hands. All of me is captive, a prisoner of her sinful, soulful eyes.
I’m inside of her. Inside some part of her. Claiming her.
My tail strokes her inner thighs as I let out a ragged groan, and it steals towards the heat between them. To my surprise, she rocks her hips open, and one hand leaves off squeezing my cock to command my tail. To guide it up, between her soft, hidden pieces.
After that, my tail needs no further instructions, but slips into her with one swift push, making her gasp and moan around me.
June lifts her head, eyes closed, and takes a minute to bounce on her knees—letting my tail burrow and snake inside of her.
Parting her walls, feeling them clasp me tight—the way I want her to clasp my cock.
The way her mouth mimics those soft, wet pulls...
My talons leave long ribbons of wood shavings curling down the wall when I claw it in a desperate effort for control. “Beauty, stop,” I beg, hating to ask.
“Why? Are you going to come?” June uses words that shock me—and delight me. I’m not skilled at wooing with fancy words, but I would give her anything in the world I could. The fact that I can be honest with her is such a comfort, and that she is so direct with me is such a relief.
“I might,” I pant, stopping her from grabbing me again, my hand on her shoulder.
“That’s what I want you to do. I want you to enjoy yourself.
Come. Get messy. We have indoor plumbing, so it’s no big deal,” she laughs.
“Oh, and if you’re worried about babies?
We have pills and other things to prevent pregnancy now.
I get shots a couple of times a year. We’re good for another three months. ”
My head spins, and in my distraction, she’s on me again, eyes encouraging as she reunites her mouth with my cock.
This time, her hand slips easily between my legs, seeking out the entrance where a female’s tail would go during mating.
I’ve never been touched there, and it’s like lightning.
Everything sizzles in me for a second, and my cock tightens, suddenly so much closer to release.
“Relax, sweetie,” June urges. “I’m just improvising since I’m short a tail.”
“God, you’re a wonderful mate. A wonderful wife,” I rasp, letting myself go weak at the knees, done fighting.
“Need to come up here?” June pats the bed, and I gratefully sink down.
But if my lady thought she’d bested me, it is only because she doesn’t know the fighting spirit of my kind. I may be faint with pleasure, but I can spot a weakness—or an advantage.
DUNCAN IS THIS HUGE, dangerous beast, right?
So to see him writhing and whimpering as I suck his cock and start to tease his ass is such a turn on.
It’s a mix of sexual empowerment after being tossed aside like a broken toy, and a chance to ensure that someone I love, someone so strong in the physical sense but so vulnerable in other ways, is treated like the treasure he is.
“If it feels good, I’ll keep going. If it doesn’t, I’ll stop. Everyone is different.” I rub my cheek on his cock, closing my hand around the base—barely.
“You are so sweet. My June. My flower. Giving all these acts of love,” Duncan purrs, and I melt at the timbre of his voice, at the way his heavy hand rests on my back.
I might have felt like I was in power, but the sheer bulk of him, even of his single hand, makes me tremble in excitement and anticipation.
What’s it going to be like to have him inside of me?
So good. Dangerously good.
“It’s my turn to serve my lady as she serves me,” Duncan rumbles, and pulls my hips suddenly. I let out a protesting yelp as my whole body turns, and my knees end up resting by his horns—and his long, inhuman tongue takes a slow, thorough lick of my pussy.
“Duncan!” I gasp. I want to say other things, too, but I forget them in the following seconds. Heck, I forget my own name in the following seconds.
His tongue delves into my center while his long, snaking tail slides along my inner thigh, and the tip ends up against my clit.
There’s a testing tap that makes me moan, and then a more deliberate swipe, almost a slap, that makes me see stars.
“Yesss,” I hiss, bearing down on his tongue while his tail tip controls my clit like it’s a joystick, pushing it back and forth, alternating soft strokes with a sudden biting smack.
Nothing is too hard. The pressure is just right.
All of this feels so right.
I decide to stop thinking and analyzing what piece of him does what to me, and just trust that we’ll make it all feel good.
It turns out to be the best plan as I get lost in stroking the smooth slit between his cheeks, exploring an anatomy so close to a human’s, and yet so different.
I get lost in the taste and texture of his skin, something clean and slightly earthy, almost refreshing.
I realize I can’t stop devouring him, and I also realize why...
Duncan doesn’t “taste” like the human guys I’ve kissed or given head to before.
He is literally my breath of fresh air, night sky, stone, wind...
flowers. He sleeps all day in the sun, surrounded by grass, mountains, and flowers.
He probably always did, even perched on top of a castle. “You’re so yummy,” I moan.
Duncan buries his face in my pussy, holding me over his mouth while his tongue fucks me and his tail rubs my clit in an endless back and forth, faster and faster, taking me to a breaking point after a long build I didn’t know I could stand.
My hands dig into his thighs as I let go, moaning around his cock as my body convulses, shuddering on his tongue.
“Ohh, my lady, my June...” Duncan spins me so that I’m flat to his chest, face to face. His eyes are glazed with a wild, passionate look that I bet matches my own.
“That was really effing good,” I praise breathlessly, giggling. “How’d you learn to do that?”
“To love the taste of you?” He takes a breath and strokes my hair away from my face.
“I can’t help it. You taste like your scent, magnified by a thousand.
You taste like sunshine must feel. And roses.
Salt and sweet. I could devour you.” He looks at me with a suddenly wicked smile, showing all his fangs.
My body shivers at the thought of this wild side, this creature in my bed.
Who put me on top of him. Who strokes my back and swallows hard when I push myself up to sit on top of him.
“This isn’t going to be super smooth, okay?”
“Aye?” There’s a question in his voice and trust in his eyes.
He has to trust me. The same way I trust him.
Devotion. Protection.
“If it takes time, it takes time. We’re not going to leave each other over something we can talk about and work out,” I murmur, hands massaging his chest.
Duncan nods, reaching up to pluck my crop top off over my head. It’s the kind with the built-in bra cups, and it rips at the tiny straps under his force. I gasp as my breasts fall free and right into his greedy hands.
“Oh, what delicious little morsels.”
“Little!” I glare. “These are not little, buster.”
“They are little in my hands. I can almost fit all of one in my palm.” Duncan cups both and squeezes, talons carefully on the surface, not digging in.
Then, he uses the sharp tips to tease my skin, to trace each nipple, setting me on edge.
The more he plays, the more desperate I am to feel that sensation with him inside of me.
I don’t even have to move much to feel Duncan’s long, thick cock pressing against my slippery mound. I push my hips down and let my outer lips slide up and down his throbbing shaft, feeling myself getting wetter as our essences mix.
Without asking, his tail slips inside of me, thrusting in and out as I work myself against him, grinding my clit to his cock while his curved fingers squeeze my nipples to aching points of ecstasy.
“Need you in me. Need to come on your cock. This big, thick, hard-as-stone cock,” I beg, eyes closed, squeezing on his tail.
“Easy. Slow,” Duncan cautions, but he doesn’t urge me to stop.
Nor does he turn us over, putting himself on top of me. “You mount me, at your speed,” Duncan suggests, nodding as he works to control himself.
I don’t want him controlled. I want him inside. I want to feel him loving me. Taking me. To feel his arms wrapping around me as he pounds into me, pushing my limits.
I slide down his cock without letting it in me, stopping to ride his thigh and tail for a second before reluctantly leaving that pleasure.
“Remember how I said I didn’t wait? I’ve had some experience with different angles.
For the first time, I think I know what position will work best, so that you can have gravity help us. ”
MY JUNE GETS ON HER knees for me and turns her back, her head down on the pillows. I move behind her, my eyes, usually dark, flared white in arousal as I take the perfect position to see all of her secrets.