5. - #3
Talon's boney wings consume me and pull me from the moment, draping around my shoulders like a cloak. Ignoring the taut burning sensation, my head darts around to look at the wings.
“What are you-” I am interrupted by the boney cartilage wrapping around my waist. Using the bone-like fingers, he raises me up and down, forgoing the leash.
Saliva coats my throat, and I can finally swallow without struggling.
“Fuckin hell,” I cry, throat sore and irritated from the collar. I swallow again to clear the saliva that built up in my throat over the last several minutes.
The rapture settling over me keeps my gaze closed, but I manage to glance at my mate, sitting satisfied on the throne. Shadows dancing across the room flicker to his features, blessing him with an aura of power and royalty.
He looks like a king, and I am his queen.
Talon's balls clench. His commanding voice booms, encouraging to blast it far and wide for J?rmungandr, “Take our offering and give us a child, Great one.” The chill picks up, rushing and whirling around us as Talon's eyes go white, radiating with power.
The grip on me tightens and I gag, unable to breathe. My hands immediately cuff his wrist.
Ribbons of cum stream inside of me as I chase air.
As soon as it starts, it ceases. Silence.
Talon releases me, stilling and ending the pressure closing around my throat. Air speeds into my lungs and I choke, caressing my neck.
His chest heaves, and he seems embarrassed. “Sorry, my lady, I came already.”
I push the sticky strands of blonde hair out of my face. “It's okay,” I breathe.
Secured in his wings, we remain like that as Talon's cock spasms inside of me. “Let's switch places,” he suggests, lifting me inside of his wings and placing me back down on the cold stone throne.
I don't object. I'm enjoying Lupercalia so far.
I admire the flexes of his unclothed body as he moves to his knees. His hypnotic strides keep me trained onto him. Elegant yet beyond dangerous.
He's a killing machine, a monster of war, but with me, he's just Talon.
His muscles contort like flowing water - the muscles that keep me safe and the muscles that lift me up in his arms.
Without a word, Talon grasps my legs and tosses them over the arm rests. The throne is huge, way bigger than I, and my legs barely stretch wide enough on the throne seat.
Breath wading over the grooves of my body, his lips travel from my exposed nipples down to my thigh, licking it with his large pinky appendage. I gasp and cry, flailing against the stone.
His nostrils bless me with a blast of hot air from his chuckle.
His sharp canine teeth prod me as his mouth travels, nipping at the same place he licked. I writhe and contort, raking my nails over the stone in an attempt to gain leverage.
“Please, Talon,” I wail. My feet wiggle and my toes curl, fingers itching to weave themselves into his short hair.
“Patience, little one,” he says sardonically.
Patience isn't my strong suit.
Nipping and pulling again, he seals his lips over the top half of my vagina, completely missing my clit. I give an exasperated sigh.
“Talon!” I bark, but the words die as I focus on the heat on my center, eyes drifting shut.
He giggles and internally, I roll my eyes at him. It's rude to laugh at a damsel in distress.
My heart hammers against my ribs. Throbs of discomfort in my neck distract me from the throbbing discomfort of my need, but the need is mounting to levels of uncontrolled bliss.
His husky voice settles over me, “I think I like it when you beg.” He sucks in a chunk of my thigh, swallowing me like a hot meal, like a man starved for weeks.
Sucking in greedy pulls, the skin gives underneath his jowls, bursting the blood vessels with a pop.
An uneven circle of bruised purple appears.
“A temporary marking,” he states, lips creeping to the prize. He wipes his mouth, then closes over my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I wheeze, twisting in his grasp. Releasing the chain, his fingers spread me farther apart, exploring every inch like hidden treasure is hidden there.
I raise my head to watch him, mesmerized by the attention to detail, by his devotion to me. His tongue dips inside of me, scooping out some of his own cum. Through a purr, I whisper, “save some for the ritual.”
My head lulls, rolling from one side to the other. My body floats, and I lay there staring at the concrete ceiling, riding the wave of the thrill.
His tongue works me, dipping inside and out, nipping my clit gently, until I topple over the precipice, my nails grating against the stone.
“Fuck, Talon,” I pant, wrapping my legs around his head instinctively.
A laugh beats against my center. “Do you want to keep going or something?” He wonders as a smile grows across his lips. His bronze stare lingers on me, studying me with satisfaction.
“Of course I do,” I reply, picking up the leash and handing it back to him. “It's Lupercalia, after all.”
He tucks his feet inside of him and sits on his bare heels, nodding in acknowledgment that it IS Lupercalia, after all.
“Silly me,” he says with a laugh. “Happy Lupercalia, Cerys.”
Happy Lupercalia, indeed.
“Happy Lupercalia, future dad.”
THE END