CHAPTER 23
Music begins playing in Julie’s room before I’ve finished setting Hannah on her feet beside her bed.
“That’ll cover up our activity nicely,” Hannah says, relief softening her features. Last night, she explained that Julie has ear devices that reduce external noise and generate a canceling soundwave, but Hannah was still very careful to muffle herself so as not to disturb the other occupant in the rookery.
Gazing up at me with heat, Hannah drops her towel to the floor.
My hands instinctually reach for her, covering her breasts, fondling them before sliding down to squeeze and knead her rump cheeks. Lowering my head, I kiss her mouth. Before I can do more, Hannah places her hand on my chest, a stalling hand. I pull back slightly, looking askance at her.
When she slowly sits down on the end of her bed and opens her legs, my hearts begin to thunder.
As if she can hear their runaway activity, Hannah smiles broadly. “Come here.”
I step forward obediently.
Hannah covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes briefly falling shut. “Sorry—”
“I’m not,” I tell her. I strip off my shirt and fling it, not caring where it lands.
Eyes dancing, Hannah drops her hand and reaches for my hips. She tugs on me, encouraging me to stand directly in front of her, and when she’s satisfied with my placement, she attacks my pants. She makes quick work of opening them and freeing my member. And when her hands wrap around my shaft and stroke, my wings strike the wall, knocking—
“It’s a print, I don’t care,” Hannah says, and her heated eyes are locked on the glans of my phallus. She licks her lips.
My phallus drools excitement from its nodules.
She raises a questing fingertip and lays it over one of them. The nodule compresses, expelling more liquid. She circles it, then testingly runs her lubricated finger over the head of my member, wetting me.
Petting one of my thighs, Hannah eyes my organ intently, until my member is thumping painfully, hot and feeling heavy. She purses her lips and blows on it, and I don’t have the capability of speech to tell her that her action does nothing to cool me off. I think I might see steam rising off my skin. She tips her head back to look up at me. “Thank you for saving my hair.”
I can only nod.
“I was planning to do this tonight but in light of your heroic efforts, this became necessary now.” She runs her eyes over my length, staring at it the same way she stares at her custom-made coffee before she’s had her first sip of it in the mornings. She wets her glossy, perfect lips. Then she kisses the head of my penis.
I nearly swallow my tongue.
She gives my tip an experimental lick.
All of my muscles lock. Which is excellent, elsewise I’d collapse on account of my brain overloading as she curls her fingers around my shaft and gives one of my nodules an exploratory lick. Then the other. With slow deliberation that may result in my demise, she considers what feature she wants to lick next, and she selects the prominently raised dorsal vein that is responsible for diverting all the blood in my body to my throbbing erection.
With relish, her tongue laps along the bulging blood vessel. I can’t bite back my moan, and my skin is hit with puffs of exhalation from Hannah’s nostrils as she snickers. She begins tonguing my glans, unintentionally torturing me with sensation as her tongue’s wet heat sweeps over every sensitive nerve ending present.
There are eight thousand. Hannah makes me acquainted with every one of them.
Her tongue slithers along my frenulum, making me whimper. Intent on annihilating me with pleasure, Hannah opens her mouth around my member and closes her lips over my crown.
Her mouth is hotter than a blue star and so delightfully wet, I can only shudder. Her clever tongue locks to my frenular delta as she sucks on the head of my phallus. Her eyes suddenly meet mine, and I nearly expire. As if she”s aware of her perilous effect on me, she smiles, her lips stretching around my swollen glans.
The sight nearly causes an explosion. Sensation slams down my spine, tightening my stomach, thighs, skin, my brain cells.
Hannah begins to suck.
My fingers spear into her mane, my hands gently holding her head.
With a gentle side to side motion that rolls her lips inward as she inches herself forward, more of my shaft fits into her mouth.
Wholly focused on her, I’m speechless as she pulls back and asks, slightly breathless, “Pull my hair, please?”
My spread fingers curl, catching her mane in a careful fist that I begin to tug.
Humming in approval—which causes chills to rush over my skin as her vibrations travel straight up my shaft—Hannah takes my entire length in her mouth.
A purr rips out of me.
She begins to bob along my shaft. Every time she pulls back, she applies hard suction.
My purring is deafening.
Popping off of me—there is a literal, audible, gloriously wet pop!—Hannah covers her mouth, stifling laughter. “Shhhh,” she whispers, laughing.
Happy to obey her, my purr’s volume softens to something the neighbors shouldn’t be able to detect.
As Hannah returns her attentions to me, my grip in her mane tightens. One of her hands softly curls around my base. She caresses me at first, then in a symphony of synchrony, she begins working my length with her mouth as she pumps me with her hand.
I moan, in the universe’s most incredible death throes. My hips begin to thrust in time with her, just small jabs forward, careful ones. Faster. Harder.
Tension builds and builds, until my thighs are stone and my scrotum draws up and—
My fist in Hannah’s mane yanks, almost punishing. I don’t have the ability to operate my mouth, not because Hannah forbade me to speak, but because she sucked the ability from me. Panic hits me as I realize I need to warn her. With a great feat of inner will, I operate my function of speech and manage to choke out, “Hannah!”
That’s all I’m able to relay. I might have added more, but at my show of alarm, Hannah’s lips curve around me in a grin and she winks up at me.
I explode in her mouth.
Her sultry green eyes heavy lidded, her gaze locked with mine, Hannah swallows each jet of my culmination.
My phallus pulsates, making her smile again and suck harder.
My whole body jumps as if I’m being filled with electric voltage.
Having mercy on me, she gentles her suction, until finally, she pulls away and gives me cleanup licks that, right before I die, I hope to replay.
Hannah looks up at me and smiles.
I release her mane. I crash to the floor.
The llama lamp, for once not swept off the bedside table by my wing, totters to the floor with an impressive thunk.
“ARE… ARE YOU GUYS OKAY OVER THERE?” Julie hollers through the wall.
“Jonoh fell, but I think he’s okay!” Hannah calls back, and all of her body is glorious as she nakedly jumps off the bed to check on me. Patting me everywhere, worry touching her expression, she asks, “Jonoh? Are you all right?”
I try to nod. I can’t. I can’t move anything. My wings might be broken under me or maybe they’ve just gone numb. Either way, nothing hurts.
Hand covering my cheek, Hannah is beginning to look worried. “Say something.”
“MY CREATOR, YOU ARE AMAZING,” I only mean to tell her, not shout to all the rookeries nearby. It seems my volume control has been temporarily affected.
As Julie begins muttering on the other side of the wall, a flush stains Hannah’s cheeks.
“Come here,” I order her, and pull her down into my arms. I kiss her, purring warmly at her. “I don’t want you to feel embarrassment that you nearly destroyed me. You should wear this achievement like a badge of honor.”
“Like on a Girl Scout sash?” Hannah laughs.
Breaths still uneven, I pant, “I don’t know what that is.”
She pats my damp chest. “It’s something girls wear to display their awards and achievements. They get badges shaped like whatever they mastered.”
Wrapping my arms around her more tightly, I nod mightily. “Just as soon as I can, I will make you a hob-shaped badge to represent the way you felled me with a blow job.”
Grinning proudly, Hannah buries her face in my neck.