Chapter 6
Dravik
Static electricity bites at my skin, like ants trying to burrow into it.
Head bowed into the desk, I’m gripping Simone’s hand, barely aware of her rapidly speaking to me.
I must concentrate. I can already feel it, the overwhelming desire to shift, the pressure in my head where my horns are is enormous.
“Dravik? Drav!”
Her usage of my nickname snaps me out of my reverie, and I look up to find she is kneeling beside me, her honeyed eyes staring up at me with concern.
“Just breathe, okay? Deep breath in and then slowly out.”
She must know I’m going through something, fighting transforming right in the middle of her shop. I close my eyes and try to focus on my breath, trying to block out the shouts coming from the street as people spill outside seeking answers for the sudden power outage.
But, they won’t get them, because I know what’s happening, and we need to move.
“Simone,” I choke out. “We have to leave, I can’t stay here, there’s too much of it in the air. We have to go to my house, where we’ll be safe.”
Her face is so confused, so earnest in her attempts to try and understand what I’m saying through panting breaths. Keep it together, keep it together!
“There’s too much what in the air?”
The question hangs between us for a beat, while I decide what I’m going to say, but the sudden scent of ozone and copper in the air makes me shoot to my feet. I have minutes to get out of here.
“Magic, Simone. I’m going to shift right here and now against my will if I don’t get back to my house right now.” Another zing of static electricity pulls at where my wings sit, causing me to tense in pain and grit my teeth. I’m rolling my shoulders and twisting my neck, fighting it off.
“Shit, okay. Tito! Missy! We gotta go!” She grabs me by my arm, snatches her bag off the counter, and steers me out the door.
I stuff my keys into her hand as we speed walk to the truck.
I tumble into the passenger seat, barely feeling the paws of Tito and Missy jumping into my lap.
I lean my head against the cool glass of the window, trying to concentrate on that sensation right as another surge careens through the power lines above us, showering the entire street in sparks.
“Okay, that is not good!” Simone turns the ignition over, yanks the truck into gear, and we’re speeding along the street. “Just keep breathing, okay?”
I really don’t want to shift in the truck at all if I can help it, tucking my wings into this cramped space is going to be no fun, so I just nod to her, clamping my mouth shut and hang on for dear life.
The minutes crawl by, each twist and turn in the road feeling like eternity, until the crunch of gravel beneath the tires yanks me from my meditation, and I fall to the ground and nearly cry with relief.
The minute I step within the threshold of the magical barrier I set up decades ago, the urge to shift disappears entirely.
I suck in a fresh breath, letting it fill my lungs and calm me.
Simone is waiting expectantly by the door, the look of concern still etched on her face, as though she is waiting for me to shift, but maybe dreading it as well.
I meet her by the door, and the air shifts between us, her hands seeking my chest, my jaw. And then she utters the words that I’ve been waiting decades for a human to say to me.
“Will you shift? For me? I want to kiss you, feel you.” Her pupils are blown wide, mouth parted.
Before the words are even out of her pretty mouth, my crimson color is spreading across my body, lighting up every cell in me, screaming for her touch, her taste.
She pulls me into the house, dragging me to the rug in front of the fireplace.
My wings have barely formed when she is climbing onto my lap, straddling me, ripping away the remnants of my human clothes in an effort to be nearer to me.
I hold her delicate face in my clawed hands, pulling her mouth deeper into mine, exploring to my heart's content, relishing the growing heat between her legs. My tongue slides over her, eliciting soft whimpers. I would do anything for that sound, for this mouth.
My cock is pressed painfully into the center of her jeans, our breath mixing together.
The long line of her neck is right in front of me, and I can’t resist letting my tongue explore this area.
She moans deliciously into me, craning her head so I can flutter each side of my tongue against her earlobe, tasting every inch of skin I can reach.
She pushes me down on the carpet, sliding her body along mine before coming to rest between my legs, eyes locked onto my hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of this since last night.”
My heart is thrumming in my chest. She dreamed of my cock, my demon cock?
“You did?” I choke out in disbelief. This seems unlikely, but the way she is looking at it, licking her lips, makes me doubt myself.
Simone lowers those pouty lips over my cockhead, so close I can feel her breathe on the tip. Her tongue darts out, licking the bead of precome that has formed, causing my stomach muscles to jump and my cock to sway.
Before I’m ready, she’s pushing me into her mouth, swirling her tongue expertly over my thick mushroom head, spreading my legs out in front of her.
I can feel her hand on my sac, tracing the seam with feather-light touches.
Angling my hips into her mouth, I can hear her suckling, greedy moans as I’m pushed in and out.
I’m losing myself in her, but if I don’t stop this, I’m going to come way too soon, and I need to be inside her before that. I pull myself from her with a wet pop, and she moans in disappointment.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that, and I need to please you before that happens,” I say, as I start yanking her clothes off, causing her to break into fits of giggles.
Her skin is so smooth and deliciously plump under my claws that I’m mesmerized by the divots they’re making in her tender flesh as I grasp her thick thighs. She’s straddling my legs, looking at my cock in wonderment, running a finger up and down the ridges.
Before I can stop her, she’s scrambling up my legs to notch me in her opening.
“Wait, wait, I wanted to lick you again,” I protest.
She pushes my chest down to the floor with what she probably thinks is tough force, but I barely feel it.
“I can’t wait any longer.” She pauses, her expression changing to one of anxiety.
“I messed up yesterday when you asked if we could spend time together. I reacted badly, and then I spent the rest of the time replaying that conversation in my mind, and what you did for me, and working myself up over it.”
Her hands trace my abs, my wings, and playfully pinch my nipples, causing me to gasp. I pull her forward so I can kneel, her legs still wrapped around me, one hand underneath her generous ass providing support.
“Then I want to be up close when you feel me for the first time,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers.
I watch intently as she pushes me into her slick pussy, a whine of need growing in the back of her throat that transforms into a growl.
Her head falls back, exposing her throat, her breasts.
I support her back as she pumps herself up and down my length, her fingers digging into my neck, and then finally finding my horns.
Looking down, I see us together, my red cock filling her greedy pussy so well, and I whisper, “Does it feel good?” In my mind, I like to think I make her feel good. The way she is panting and moaning and scratching at me tells me it must, but I want to hear her say it, to know it.
“Yes!” She pants, barely able to form words. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
Her words spur me on, my hips meeting every downstroke, until our skin is slapping together, making delicious wet sounds that I know I’m going to crave forever.
I want to make her come so hard she bursts into flame, that she scratches my back so deeply that I bleed.
Nothing else matters, only her, her need, her wants.
I need more leverage, so I lay her down on her back, still kneeling, and hold her ankles out wide, pistoning into her.
Then, licking the pad of my thumb, I work over her clit until she’s shaking all over, and the guttural sounds have moved from her throat to deep in her chest. Her beautiful breasts are bouncing up and down, teasing me, tempting me, feeding future fantasies of us together.
I know she’s close, just a few more slow, deep thrusts and she’s there, clamping down on me over and over again, and I’m meeting her each time, using my cock to rub that spot just inside until finally her whole body goes limp.
She’s splayed out, a fine sheen of sweat covering her body. She’s gulping down air, opening her eyes as though she’s floating back down to earth from wherever she just was. I kiss the top of her foot, her ankle, brush my fingertips lightly over her legs.
She finally raises her head slightly to look at me. “Did you come?” She gasps.
“No,” I reply. “I can keep going, if you want.” I give an experimental wiggle inside of her, causing her belly to jump as she laughs.
“Dravik! Oh my god! I don't think I can take another one.” Her face is thoughtful. “I want you to come though, it’s not fair.”
Pulling out slowly, I’m already missing her warmth, her wetness. Instead, I lay down beside her, tucking her body into mine, wrapping her up in my wings so even the few lights in my house are blocked, cocooning us in darkness.
“I don’t need to come, I already got what I wanted, which is to please you, my sweet one.
” I lick her ear, her neck, tasting her.
If she wanted, I would lick her sweet folds again and again until she begged me to stop, for I know now I am ruined.
I’ll never be able to please her enough to satisfy my needs.
She turns to me, our eyes meeting. She looks over my face, as if searching for something. “You really mean that?” Her voice is full of trepidation, as if the question is wrapped up in more than just this moment, as if my answer rests on an important decision.
But there is only one answer. “Yes.” It’s stated simply.
She holds my gaze for a beat before wrapping her arms around me, as much as is possible anyway, given that I am so much bigger than her in my demon form.
“I think I might be in trouble.” She whispers so low I almost don’t hear.
“Oh?” I respond, unsure of her meaning, too shy to hope for more than what she is willing to give.
Then, her stomach gives a massive rumble, causing us both to crack up laughing, and Missy to find us on the floor, scratching at my wings to open up so she can investigate the source of the loud noise.
“I think it’s time I fed you as well.” I kiss her on her nose, releasing us from my cocoon, and head into the kitchen, knowing just the thing I will prepare for this gorgeous human.