Mia #2
Xavir’s attention snapped to me and he purred. “My magic twining with you,” he answered. “We are one now, my flower. You are mine. My wife. My mate.”
My neck burned where he’d bit me. I knew some species of paranormal creatures marked one another to claim as mates. It appeared as though Xavir was one of those.
I lifted my now-glowing hands in the dark. It illuminated my bedroom. “Does that mean I have magic now?”
Xavir hummed, his sticky fingers spreading over my thighs. “Perhaps.”
I wanted to test the theory. I didn’t know the first thing about magic, but I knew Xavir.
I knew his heart, his soul, and I could feel a sliver of him inside me.
Not just gushing from between my thighs, but down to my soul.
Like a part of him had attached to me and I could feel it like an extra sense, an extra limb that I was all too aware of.
I reached for that part inside myself, picturing it as an extension of Xavir and of the shadows he commanded.
It responded almost immediately and shadows splintered from my body like the tendrils on an octopus.
I let out a surprised yelp and they fell before I grasped for them again, turning them into thick coils of shadowy rope that I wove around Xavir’s wrists.
He stared down at them, his lips twisting in what I interpreted as amusement. He looked at me and hummed. “Are you attempting to dominate me, my flower?”
I didn’t know what I was doing. I was doing what felt good. Experimenting, like I’d always wanted to do but had never been able to fully trust someone to allow it.
“Would it work if I did?”
“Perhaps.”
“Would you give me permission?” I asked, eyes widening with innocence and seduction in equal measure.
A chuckle rumbled out of his chest. “Do with me what you wish. I am yours.”
“In that case…” I commanded the shadows, used them like restraints that appeared to transform into solidity as they wove around Xavir’s body.
Around and around like yarn they wrapped, lifting his arms up and pulling him off my bed so he hovered on his knees.
I sent tendrils around his wings too, careful of them, but tightening them along his back so he couldn’t use them.
Once he was strung up, I sat up, letting my palms kiss his inner thighs.
The movement made him groan, as if my touch brought an ache, and then I was pushing his thighs apart and using the shadows to force them open for me.
When he was well and truly restrained, I sat back on my haunches to observe my handiwork.
Black shadows wrapped around his lithe body. It tightened over him, making his muscles appear bunched against the restraints. With his arms up over his head and horns, he was at my mercy, and with his knees shoved apart, hard, dripping cock standing at his stomach, he was even more so.
“Oh, my flower,” Xavir hummed. “I think I am going to enjoy this very much.”
His words of affirmation emboldened me. I hadn’t been sure what I wanted or where I was going with this, but now I knew.
“I want to taste you,” I told him. My voice didn’t waver, and my shyness seemed to dissipate.
His cock bobbed.
“Then taste me if you must.” He flexed against the restraints. “Let me know what it is to feel my wife’s mouth upon my cock.”
I crawled forward on all fours until I was face to face with his cock. “I’ll make you feel so good,” I promised.
“Of that I have no doubt.”
Bravery clasped a hand on me, the bite of a seductress overtaking, as I rocked forward and pressed the flat of my tongue to the very tip of his cock.
The head was glowing, almost as triangular as the tip of his tail without the sharpness.
This part of him wasn’t as hard as the rest of his body either, but still big and intimidating.
“Hmm…” Xavir thrust his hips in my direction as he leaned back, enjoying the sensation of my wet tongue. “How soft my wife is.”
I licked the cum off him like I was sucking down a lollipop.
First from the tip and then down the sides and under, swiping over the bumps and ridges that made up the underside.
He tasted like something sweet and spicy and I devoured it.
Each time I did, my chest glowed brighter, and Xavir’s member grew harder until it was nearly bulging, the veins a bright pattern against darker skin.
“How my wife explores me.” Xavir hummed out a breath.
I went back to the tip, wrapping my lips around it and sucking. Hard. Xavir bowed over me as I slowly took him into my mouth. He was so big, I was sure I couldn’t fit him to the back of my throat, but I was sure as heck going to try.
“Yes, take me in your mouth, wife. Show me what a fool I have been. Show me what I have been missing.”
I sucked him deeper, gasping and gagging over his length, before I moved to the tempo of his praise, rocking back and forth on all fours while I sucked him down and slid over him.
“I do not know heaven,” Xavir gasped, “but surely it is this. Your mouth on me, bringing me to rapture, taking me so well. Making me crave.”
His encouragement made my movements faster, more eager. I sucked him deep, putting more pressure on his skin, using the blunt ends of my teeth to scrape over his cock.
Xavir groaned when I did that, thrusting into my mouth despite his restraints.
“You will be my undoing.”
I hummed and he howled, and a second later, I felt his tail coil around my ankle and yank my legs apart, spreading me wide.
I almost fell, but planted my palms firmly on the bed, gasping and choking on his cock as the now-dull end of his tail entered me from behind, sliding through my channel and teasing my insides.
I released his cock with a wet sound and gasped, pressing my cheek to his member. “Xavir,” I groaned. “That feels so good. You don’t know what you do to me.”
“I want you undone,” he growled. “I want everything.”
I cried out as he touched something inside me, a place I didn’t even know existed.
It sent me careening down the path of indescribable pleasure, detonating me.
The fire inside me burned, and I swallowed his cock whole, muffling the sounds of my near-release so I could chase him to the brink alongside me.
I was desperate for him to finish. I wanted to prove that I could offer him as much as what he was offering me.
I want you undone.
Taking him as deep as my throat allowed me, I scraped my teeth against him along the way and sucked. Like I could pull his soul out through him there.
Xavir growled and began thrusting against my face.
I held still, allowing him to take his control.
His movements stuttered and unpracticed, we could both only feel until our desire climbed to the peak and fell over the edge.
I screamed out around his cock, my release shooting through me at the same time his own jetted down my throat.
I choked, sputtering around his cock and cum.
It slid out from my mouth, dripping salaciously down my chin and neck.
I could scarcely take it, though I tried.
When I couldn’t take anymore, I pulled back, only for it to spurt against my face, my neck, my hair.
“Look at you,” Xavir hummed and flexed tightly. The action caused the shadows to break and disperse. He dropped over me, shoving me back down on the bed so he could hover over me. “Look at you painted with my release.”
“And you with mine,” I echoed back.
He smiled, his teeth flashing. “Yes,” he agreed proudly.
The tips of his claws grasped at my chin, swiping at the sticky liquid before he shoved it into my mouth.
He did this with the entirety of his release, until I was no longer coated in it at all. Until my chest was burning bright with his magic. Until my bones became liquid and I was far too spent to move.
Seeming to understand this, Xavir lay at my side on the tattered mattress and pulled me into the circle of his arms.
“Rest now, my wife,” he urged, smoothing back my hair.
I peered up at him as I snuggled close. “Xavir?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to meet my family.”
He smiled again and that image, and the words that followed, lulled me into a deep sleep.
“Of course, my flower.”