Mia
I couldn’t imagine there was more where that came from, but there was the fact that Xavir was still hard and throbbing inside me, even after I felt wrung out, spent. Every single nerve had been carved and hollowed out, electrified until it felt like I had nothing left to give.
My body was limp against Xavir’s, filled with warmth that encompassed the both of us from within the protection of our warm cocoon that he’d created with his wings.
“How pretty you are, my wife,” Xavir purred, shifting us so we were somehow even closer than we’d already been. Like he could suffuse me to his body if he could, keep me right where I was for the rest of eternity.
The shift caused his hips to rise, his cock sliding in even deeper. The tight fit eased in now that I was good and slick after several orgasms, but I still felt him so far inside that my throat closed, trapping every breath I needed to survive.
Xavir’s wings parted, opening up and letting slivers of soft light within the darkness. His face looked down at me, so unlike anything I’d ever seen before, with those marble-like eyes, pointed nose, and sharp teeth that flashed dangerously in my direction.
It was like something out of a movie. A terror sent to trap me.
The thrill of the thought shot down my spine and I shuddered, feeling myself sink onto him even more.
“Aaah,” Xavir hummed, and there was a rumbling noise coming from his chest. “How your body sings for me. Can you hear it?” His claws skimmed up the sides of my naked body, stopping along the undersides of my breasts before grazing against my nipples.
He seemed to genuinely want an answer. “I don’t–Ah!”
Xavir lifted me a fraction, moving me in a slow undulation against him so I could feel the curve of his ribbed cock slide through me, touching something inside me that had me gasping. Wetness slid out of me, creating slick, noisy, raunchy sounds as our bodies met again and again.
“Such sweet music,” Xavir praised, his all-black eyes staring down where he had me split open.
“A song for my ears only.” He picked up the pace, my bare skin slapping down against his thighs the harder and faster he moved me.
My body bounced, and I was too weak to keep up, too weak to do much but take what he was offering with sighs and mewls.
Weak fingers trembled as they reached for him, but something snaked between our bodies, like a hard coil of rope, and wrapped around my wrists, holding them up in the air.
My eyes flew up to find his pointed tail wrapped dangerously around me, the knife-tip end precariously close to the lines of my veins. Every thrust up had that part of his body cutting into me, drawing a thin line of blood that I watched drip down my forearm with fascination.
“You bleed for me,” Xavir continued, staring at the same spot I was, all while his hips kept a steady rhythm.
“So pretty, taking your husband’s cock. I told you we would fit.
We are fated, my love. You and I, we are mates.
” His rhythm picked up, like he was losing that careful control and falling into the primal need we were both drowning in.
He moved us once again, his hands going to the undersides of my thighs and spreading them far until it hurt, until every inch of me was on display for his perusal and he feasted with his eyes, seeing the juices of my release darkening his light gray skin.
Something feral snapped in him at the sight of our bodies like this.
His tail slipped from my wrists quick enough to cut and wrapped around my thighs like a rope, pushing me wider, while the tip slithered slowly across my bare pussy, stopping along my clit.
The closeness of the sharp edge of his tail near my clit made me cry out in ecstacy.
A rush came over my head. I wanted… I wanted…
I didn’t know what I wanted… until he touched that little nub with it.
The sharp sting made an explosion of sensation detonate within me, nearly sending me into an orgasm with just a flick.
My body jerked against the restraint, but he held strong, undeterred even as I clawed at his shoulders for purchase.
“How your body weeps.” His voice had gone far too guttural.
And I loved every bit of it. Like a melody my fingers wanted to play, I memorized the tones, saving it for a composition that would be only for us.
The thoughts blew from my mind when I felt his tail slide over me again, this time going down further, playing with the entrance to the hole at my backside.
I tensed against him, holding my breath… waiting…
Xavir dropped his head back, exposing the strong column of his throat.
He groaned. “How you squeeze my cock when I touch you there.” His gaze snapped back down to me, like a predator who had his sight set on prey.
And then he smiled, wide and terrifying, a sight that kicked my heart up in my chest out of fear and pleasure.
I swallowed.
The sharp edge pressed against the rim of my ass and I screamed out, grasping blindly at his horns, pulling myself away from the surprise of the sensation. Xavir chuckled darkly and pulled me back down against him.
“Xavir, it’s too sharp…”
He growled and I watched as his tail lifted up to his mouth and slid between his sharp teeth…
He bit the end of his tail off and spit it off to the side, dulling the tip before it went back to my body and shoved slowly inside.
I was being filled from both ends, something I’d never tried before.
The lack of lubricant created a pinch of pain that I somehow found pleasure in and sank deeper onto him.
Groaning at the sensation of being so full, my head thrashed from side to side.
Surely I couldn’t take any more, and yet I wanted.
I craved.
I’d always wanted someone to share this with and now I had him. In all his monstrous glory, I had him. And I was his first everything, and I was desperate to make it as good for him as it was for me. So desperate to let him know, the same way he was telling me.
“Xavir,” I whispered. My fingers stroked up his horns, causing his hips to stutter, losing their set pattern, against me. I rubbed his horns again, slowly moving and squeezing. “I love how you feel inside me,” I told him.
He groaned, hips picking up speed. “Wife.” It sounded like a plea. “Yes, tell me what you love. I will give you your every desire.”
I squeezed him harder, wanting to match the sensations, not wanting to be left behind. I found the strength to lift my hips off his, and he seemed to chase after me.
“I like that you watched me when I didn’t know you were there.” The breaths began panting out of my chest. “I want more of that. I want you to chase me. Hunt me. I want you to steal me away in the tradition of your people.”
He growled, shoving me down on my back and landing on top of me. He entered me to the hilt in a single thrust and lost all sense of control as he pounded faster. Like my words spurred him on, unleashing him from the constraints he’d placed there himself.
“Yes,” I moaned in his ear. “Yes, take me, Xavir.” I licked a stripe up the side of his neck and leaned close to whisper, “You’re such a good boy, taking me like this.”
I wasn’t sure what part of me nestled those words in, but when they sprang from my tongue, they’d felt so right.
Xavir snapped.
I knew nothing in the next few minutes except the brutal punishment of his hips against mine.
The howling and grumbling coming from his throat and chest. The nip of sharp teeth grazing the soft skin at my neck before breaking past the barrier and sinking into my flesh.
I screamed, uncaring who heard the sound as the euphoria swept over me in waves again and again and again.
Claws raked down my sides, pushing me firmly against the mattress while the hard scrape of his body lost composure above me, pushing in again and again and again…
Jets of warmth filled me from the inside. Warm and electric, his cum shot into me. I could feel him pulsing, hear the sloshing of our joined wetness seep from between us, just under the sound of his howls of release.
Xavir’s entire chest blazed a bright blue, the glow spreading through his veins and down where we were joined. The light reached for me, wrapping around my body as well until we were both set ablaze.
I stared down at my chest, mouth dropped open as his fire blazed inside me, pulsing just beneath the surface of my skin like smoke trapped in clear glass, begging to get out. It flickered like a campfire and everything inside me burned in the best way.
Xavir looked down at me, equal parts love and fascination in his expression and slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled out of my body.
As he did, cum poured out of me in an embarrassing rush, and as his waist lifted, several strings of bright, electric blue cum connected from my entrance to the tip of his glowing cock.
“We are one now.” His chest grumbled that rocky, deep sound. I watched, face blazing, as Xavir cupped his big hands beneath me, catching his glowing release, just before he slowly, carefully, attempted to shove it back inside me with his claws.
Overly sensitive, I cried out, falling back against the mattress in a cloud of fluff and stuffing.
The blankets and mattress around me had been shredded in the brutality of our joining, causing me to chuckle.
The sound faded and was replaced with the wet squelching of Xavir pushing his cum inside me, only for it to seep out again.
I wanted to ask what he was doing, but his focus was so intense, I feared interrupting whatever thoughts were swirling through his head, so I just lay back and felt the sensation of his fingers gliding in and out of me.
His release was sticky, but didn’t once lose its warmth. All the while, my chest glowed.
Trembling fingers touched the spot over my sternum, where the fire blazed hottest.
“What is this?” I wondered aloud.