Xavir
My wife’s insides gripped me like a vice. She was so frail, so small, and yet in this, we fit. My wife screamed, her pleasure shuddering through her body and choking my member like she meant to squeeze the very life out of me with her most intimate area.
I thrust, unable to contain my urges any longer. A haze fell over my mind, and all I could do was feel. Feel her soft flesh against mine, the delicate weight of her hips as I held her up in my hands and pulled her closer onto my cock.
Having her against me was the sweetest of raptures. Her small claws tore in my direction, searching for purchase, for my skin. As if she desired nothing more than to break through the barriers of my flesh and mark me as hers.
The thought sent me into a frenzy, the likes of which I could scarcely control. Somehow, I managed to grip tightly at my baser instincts. The urge to mate was strong, but the need to learn her body was even more pressing.
One thing I knew was the bliss she felt when I played against the little nub at the apex of her thighs.
She enjoyed it slow and explorative, so I would not be a beast and pound into her like I desperately wanted. I would leash the feral urges. For now.
I gripped her sides, holding myself deep within her.
So close that our hips were bone to bone.
I angled her body upwards and began to undulate her body against mine, up and down in a smooth, rolling motion.
The movements were teasing, so that each time our bodies met, that little nub scraped against my roughened skin.
Mia shuddered against me and sighed into her mattress. Her arms splayed out at her sides, fingers grasping at her nest like she meant to tear through the material. Her body arched upwards, her mouth open in silent gasps the more I moved her against me.
She enjoyed this very much. I could discern from the way her insides squeezed me in a tighter manner, little mewls escaping past her pink lips.
“Xavir,” she moaned, and the sound was my undoing.
I kept the movements going with a single hand and used the other to explore her body. I had waited so long to touch her, and now that I had her against me, I did not plan on wasting a single moment or leave any part of her unexplored.
I touched her breasts. I had wanted to touch these with my bare hands and now there was nothing preventing me from doing so. The tips of my claws scraped over her bare flesh, and I drew a line down over her pert nipple. I flicked it, enjoying the way it pebbled further against my ministrations.
They were small, but I traced the globes like they were treasures in my cove. The undersides of her soft flesh left tingles against my skin, a sensation I had not felt before this very moment.
I grasped her breasts in my palm. They were so small and yet they caused so much desire down her body the more I played with them.
I touched and teased until her entire body was quivering and her insides tried to suck me in deeper. Throughout it all, my other hand kept my movements of undulation.
“You’re so big,” she gasped. “It… it hurts.”
I paused my movements. I did not want to hurt my wife. I had not taken into account the difference in our sizes or that it would cause her pain.
I started to pull away but her entire body curled as she heaved herself up until we were chest to chest and her arms wrapped around the breadth of my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around me, locking into place around my waist as she slid down deeper against my cock.
I let out a groan at the sensation she provoked with the action alone.
“Wife…” The word was guttural.
She hummed. “You were trying to escape.” The words were playful. Gone was the bashful woman I had come to know, and her cheeks were flushed with heat. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and her pretty, dark eyes were hooded as she gazed down at me.
I never imagined she could gaze upon me with such want. It made my chest ache, and the place where my heart was, began to pound; surely she could feel it against her own chest like a drum.
“It hurts so good, Xavir.” Her voice was breathless.
Her body lifted, the movement agonizingly slow, and she pulled off my aching, weeping cock before she slowly lowered herself back onto it once more, grinding herself against me.
She gasped and I stilled, enjoying the sight of her finding her pleasure against my body.
“So, so good,” she mewled, tossing her head backwards before snapping it back to me. “Xavir, can we kiss again?”
I had not kissed anyone before her. I had not known what it was, but when she’d pressed those lips to mine, I knew I wanted nothing more than to get lost within the action forever.
And she offered her mouth up to me once more, there was only one thing I could utter.
“Yes.”
She leaned forward and kissed me.
Her little lips and tongue were no longer tentative. She sought for me eagerly, creating noises from deep within her throat against my mouth. Her tongue chased mine, dancing together, nearly fighting as they begged and collided.
It was rapture.
It was heaven.
I dominated the kiss, hoping my inexperience of the act could be excused with my enthusiasm. Getting lost in her would have been far too easy. Centuries could pass in a blink and I would not know the difference because I was blissfully lost in her lips and thighs.
Greedy demon that I was, I demanded more of her. Growls rumbled through my chest, echoing through her small room. My entire body vibrated and she pulled away from my mouth, gasping. Her mouth dropped open, a silent scream catching in her throat.
“Xa–Xa–” She did not get the rest of the word out.
Her body reacted before she could speak. Every muscle tensed against me, wrapping around me like a vice before she fell, flying on the wings of that sensation of release, unable to do anything but grasp for me and bury her face in the hard panes of my chest.
My wings wrapped around the both of us, swallowing us up and the cries emitting from her throat. Those sounds were mine and mine alone, the melody of my wife’s release one I would selfishly hoard.
Her entire body trembled in my arms. Even as I was still hard and aching within her, I paused my movements to soothe her, raking my claws softly against her skin and making her flesh pebble.
She whimpered, her body jolting against mine, quickly at first, and then slowly, until the sensation seemed to pass.
The glow from my chest illuminated us within our protection, bathing her in a soft light, making her appear angelic.
Moisture clung to her upper lip and temples and dark strands of hair were plastered against her cheeks.
“Are you well?” My claws gripped her chin, turning her face up to mine.
“Yeah.” It was said on a sigh that made my cock stir.
“Good.” I kissed her again, a brief touch that had me aching for more, before I pulled away. “Because we are far from being finished, and I would like your permission to do more.”
She huffed out the softest of breaths. “More?”
“More.”