7. Light as a Feather
Archer
Leni’s wings were stunning.
I straddled the back of her lush thighs, looking down and appreciating every single feather. They shimmered in the sunlight as if they’d been crafted by a goldsmith. Her back muscles shivered as I traced my fingertips over the divots between them.
She was so strong. Strong enough to put me on my knees with ease and pick me up and dominate me. In my wildest dreams, I’d hoped that one day I would end up with someone who craved my submission. It wasn’t just about the sexual bond between us, it was knowing her. Learning about her.
To be seen by her was to be wanted more than ever before.
She was probably right about the two of us needing to have a proper meal, but it had to wait until after I made her come again.
This heat was making me feel like a horny little slut.
I was insatiable. All I could think about was being inside her or tasting her or having her crush me between her magnificent thighs.
I needed her again and again. Every day, every night.
Her dark hair sprawled out on the beach blanket. I leaned down, peppering kisses over the strong ridge of her left wing. She moaned as I brushed my fingertips over her feathers. They were softer than velvet, and shivered as I kept touching her.
Leni whimpered, her muscles tightening beneath me. “That feels good.”
“I’m glad, Mistress,” I whispered.
I already knew she was wet. I could smell her arousal—a sweet honeysuckle scent I wanted to drown in. How long could the two of us go on like this? I knew that she could go all night and day, and I knew I could too. My stamina had always been supernatural, but being around her made it even more so.
Pre-cum dripped down my cock, over every ridge, wetting my pants. I was going to make a fucking mess, but I didn’t even care. I wanted to make her come over and over again until she finally gave me permission to fill her up with my cock.
I dragged the tip of my tongue down the joint of her wing to her back. Her body arched, a gasp squeezed from her lungs.
“Oh fuck, Archer. Do that again.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I murmured, repeating the motion.
Her voice rang above the waves crashing in the distance.
A breeze ruffled the grass and trees, rushing along my skin and making me feel alive.
Nothing else had made me feel like this in my entire life.
Having her beneath me, feeling her muscles, her soft fur, the way she whimpered and demanded I please her—it gave me purpose.
Leni’s claws dug into the sand, turning it up. “Again,” she demanded, her voice hoarse.
I would stay here forever if she asked me.
I would kiss and lick and worship and beg until the day I died and know that I’d fulfilled my destiny being hers and hers alone.
My lips peppered kisses along her wings, my tongue tracing, my hand sliding down between her thighs.
My fingers dipped into her entrance, and gods, she was soaked.
Absolutely soaked. I brought them to my mouth and moaned, my eyes rolling back as I savored the sweet taste of her.
“Mistress, you taste so perfect,” I rasped. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She nodded her head, her eyes closed tight as I kept kissing and worshiping her wings, all while driving my fingers in and out of her. Her tail suddenly wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hand down, my fingertips rubbing her clit.
She suddenly pushed her ass back, moving onto her knees and giving me better access to her. I rubbed her clit faster, small tight circles that had her panting.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
I should accept being naked all the time was the only way to live around her. My cock strained against my zipper and I drew back for a moment, wondering if she’d allow me to take them off.
“Mistress . . . may I take off my pants and touch myself?”
“Yes, but make it quick.”
No one had ever taken their clothes off faster.
I tore them away and tossed them to the side, pre-cum dripping from my cock and dribbling on the back of her calf as I nestled myself right behind her.
I kissed all the way down her spine again, over the curve of her ass cheeks.
I pushed them apart, gripping her tail as I drove my tongue against her hole.
“Fuck!”
Leni’s voice was muffled as I pushed my fingers inside her again, thrusting them in and out while my tongue lavished her. She bucked and writhed and whimpered, all while my cock continued to harden until it was almost painful.
“You’re such a dirty little slut,” she groaned. “Put your tiny cock inside me.”
“Yes, Mistress. Should I go get—”
“Use your spit.”
Fuck. My heart thundered in my chest as I let a drop of spit hit her hole, my balls aching to release inside her. I wasn’t sure how it was possible for me to keep needing to come, but she’d unlocked the monstrous part of me that had the stamina of a minotaur bull.
“Fuck me now,” she snarled.
I guided the head of my cock against her and paused for just a moment, savoring the sight of her beneath me. The sun wreathed her wings, catching the frayed edges of the feathers, the tips of her fur.
Before she could growl at me again, I thrust forward, giving her the first couple inches of my cock. She moaned, her hole squeezing around me. The moment her essence touched my skin, that intense feral haze took over again.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Good fucking boy. Go deeper. Give it all to me.”
I tightened my hold on her as I pushed forward, giving her every inch until my pelvis bumped against her ass.
My eyes rolled back in my head, sweat rolling down my back as I started to fuck her with every ounce of power I had.
Every stroke was rough and needy and she let me take—no, she gave—she gave me the gift of pleasure, allowing me to use her, to fuck her, to breed her.
It was a gift and I wasn’t worthy, but she still moaned at my touch and whispered my name as if it were hers and hers alone.
“Yes, yes, yes. Harder.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I licked my lips, my head tossing back as my hips pumped faster. I leaned over her, reaching around and sliding my fingers over her clit.
Leni whined as I circled her, setting a pace similar to my driving hips. It wasn’t long before her claws shredded the blanket beneath us, her cries growing louder and sharper.
“I’m so close,” she mewled.
She shivered as I continued working her clit and pumping my cock into her ass. I was right on the edge too, so close to coming—but I needed to feel her shaking as she orgasmed. I needed to hear her call out my name as she came unraveled.
“Archer,” she whispered.
Her words fell silent, her breath catching in her throat as her muscles coiled, every single one going tense. Leni suddenly cried out, arching as she shook, a wave of pleasure racking her as she came for me.
The moment she stilled beneath me, I pumped into her one more time and came, releasing every drop inside her until it started to drip out.
“Fuck.” I went still, catching my breath as she melted into the blanket, her body stretching out with me on top of her.
Her lips curved into a dreamy smile. “That was perfect.”
“It was,” I chuckled, kissing her cheek. She turned slightly, her lips catching mine, and before I knew it—she’d rolled over and I was straddling her stomach, our mouths locked together. Her tongue was rough against mine, my head spinning as she kissed me until I was breathless.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and we both smiled. I rested my head between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat as the sun bathed us in its warmth.
It hit me that this was going to be my life.
What else could I possibly ever want?
A low growl rumbled between us and I lifted my head, raising a brow. “Was that your stomach?”
“Yes,” she said. “I am famished.”
“Me too,” I said. “I think I should cook us a big meal.”
“I’d like that,” she said.
I kissed the tip of her nose and winked, then slid off her. I glanced up at the island around us, my gaze meeting the exterior of her home up on the cliff.
“Bet I could beat you there,” I teased.
She scoffed. “You? Beat me?”
“Yep,” I teased as I gathered up all our things.
I knew I absolutely could not beat her, but it was still funny to see how quickly she was on her feet, her eyes lit with the challenge.
“What do I get when I beat you?” she asked, her tail flicking behind her.
“A full meal cooked by your submissive,” I laughed.
“I’m already getting that.”
“Hmm . . . A meal, a bath together, and then you peg me again?”
“Now, that’s a good offer.”
“And what do I get?” I asked.
She took the picnic basket away from me before I could protest. “You get to gaze upon my ass as it jiggles while I run.”
Before I could retort, she took off running toward the stone stairs.
“Hey!” I called, laughing as I ran after her.
She was right though. Watching her ass while she ran was a reward in itself.
We raced up the path that led back to the house, and she was going to beat me, but it was still fun to chase after her. She made it to the top, the door flying open as we rushed in.
“Told you,” she panted. “You’ll never beat me in a race.”
“I don’t know,” I said, my lungs squeezing. “You got a head start.”
She cackled as the two of us collapsed in the dining room chairs, and I put my head down on the cool wooden table top, grinning.
“I’m going to cook for us,” I promised. “Just give me a moment to recover.”
“Am I finally wearing you out?” Leni chuckled.
“Nope. I could go again.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.”
I looked up at her and winked, making my limbs move. “I’m going to make us so much food, we’re probably going to need to go shopping.”
“Good. We can make that happen.”
“Perfect. And then we’ll see where the evening takes us.”
My mate smiled at me, a low purring sound thundering in her chest. “Deal.”