CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Charlotte
When I return to the present, I find his lion’s body convex over mine. He’s so much bigger, I can’t see past his chest, but I feel the fur on his back legs keeping mine stretched wide.
Human hands cup my buttocks. A giant cock, too large to fit inside me, much larger than the one I stroked in the museum, strokes more tremors through my folds.
Beneath my back, the bed falls away.
“What?”
“Wings.” But the word is a growl as he squints his eyes against pain or pleasure.
“Ohhhh!” My surprise at finding my body held aloft by virtue of his beating wings tumbles as his long tail, with its fuzzy tip, meets his cock before brushing circles across my buttocks. Is he going to… what is he going to do?
“Tail play. Later. Lat-er.” But the last word is broken on a groan as he angles my hips so his cock teases the entrance to my passage. “By the gods’ teats, you’re perfect.”
I grasp onto his shoulders, so certain I’m doing the right thing, but also suddenly terrified I’m not.
As if he senses my thoughts, he stills, his rampant member flush against my passage. It might prove an admirable wager, whether he’s in me or no. His pause is a question.
I gather as much moisture upon my tongue as I can by swallowing before I answer it with my own. “If I ask you to stop…?”
“I may be overcome with the sensation of your legs wrapped around my middle, but I’m not so green or weak that I’m unable to control myself. Do you wish me to stop?”
“No!” That’s the last thing I want. “No, I’m only… I only need to know that you would.”
“You’re safe with me, Charlotte. Always.” For good measure, he takes my nipple once again upon his tongue, sucking out my soul. With a popping sound, he removes his lips. “Do you wish me to continue?”
This monster isn’t Mr. Swanson and his uncaring cock. Alad is gentle. He respects me, maybe more than he should, but for once, I don’t care.
I want him, even if I’m afraid.
I look up into his steady golden gaze. His look is so tender as he brushes my cheek with his knuckles, all my fears dissipate.
“Charlotte?”
“I want you to keep going. I want to feel you inside me with every breath in my body.” Because it’s true. I want him to join us forever. I need him inside me, sharing his strength, his protection, his magick. His security. His love.
A small smile tips his lips before they descend to mine. As he kisses me and sucks out my spirit upon his tongue, his rod breaches my passage, stretching me so wide, I gasp and swallow his breath.
Not possible. My body won’t…
“You’re made to stretch around me. Breathe, sweet one. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
His words echo in my mouth as my fingers dig into his furry hide.
My nails—I don’t know if they pierce, but he doesn’t squirm away or lose his gentle touch as he nuzzles his lips into my neck, lighting fires again as he trails over my skin.
Inside me, just a little bit inside me, he remains unmoving, giving my body a chance to acclimate.
The sting begins to fade. The pressure remains. It’s a terrible pressure. A glorious pressure. I wiggle my hips, and the action drags him deeper.
He begins kissing down over my neck and shoulder. “Sshh, remain still. There’s more of me to take, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
But suddenly, I care less about pain than I do about the inkling of pleasure his member paints inside me. When I circle my hips again, he presses deeper, and as he does, he rakes over a part of me that shoots stars through my blood.
“Oh.” The groan leaves me and cycles into a cry. The wonder is indescribable. The feelings, unimaginable.
But his growl matches mine, and his eyes squint shut as his chin tips into his chest. Perspiration forms upon his brow as if he’s struggling not to move.
But I want him to move. I need him to move. My body aches where he isn’t filling me. I need more. Circling my hips again, I use my legs that I’ve wrapped around his waist to shift myself further onto him. Soft fur tickles my ankles, though he’s too large for them to meet.
He expels a gasp of air before another groan, this one nearly a roar, fills the bedchamber. “I can’t… Charlotte.”
“Fill me. Fill me, Alad, please.”
And he plunges so deep, pain blossoms in my belly. Once more, he stills, allowing me to become accustomed to the pressure, the length, the size of him, and how he’s become part of me. His face is a mask of agony. His breath expels in heated puffs.
But once I catch my breath, I begin to wiggle again. His eyes pop open, searching my face.
“My sweet one. Such a good girl. Such a perfect girl.”
Bliss blossoms like an unfurling flower deep inside me.
He withdraws to his tip before angling his hips and pumping deep within me once more.
An onslaught of bursting stars fires through my blood as he scrapes over some sensitive part I’ve never felt.
Again and again, he retreats and plunges, each time passing over the spot until my core tightens into a corkscrew curl.
“Alad!”
“Sweet one. Come for me.” His lips pounce upon mine, stealing my scream as I unravel and explode. With only the slightest delay, his roar escapes our locked lips. A long gush of pressure pulses inside me. It pulses and pulses, filling me so full, I’m like a pillow stuffed with feathers.
But before I can fully appreciate the sensation, pins suddenly prick inside my passage. They’re everywhere, cutting into my flesh.
Alad swallows my cry, holding me close. He flips our bodies mid-air so I lie upon him. His paw slaps against my lower back, preventing me from disengaging or moving as we float back down to the mattress.
“Don’t squirm, Charlotte. If you try to separate from me before my barbs release, you’ll be cut.”
“W-what’s happening?” Because this feels nothing like what Mr. Swanson did. Barbs?
“My i?arum releases barbs to hold you in place while my seed swims to your womb. Not all my seed is needed, and when the barbs release, the excess will trail out of you, healing the tiny pinpricks I’ve made. But if you try to move first, you’ll experience pain.”
“I feel pain now!”
He chuckles. “Do you? Truly?”
My passage, with its own mind, clenches on his cock. The truth is… no, there’s no pain. There’s a rousing sensation, another kind of need, now that the original prickling has abated.
My quim clenches around him again, as if it’s trying to draw the barbs deeper.
Oh. “They feel like… I don’t know.”
“Just don’t move off my i?arum until I release.
It won’t be long. The barbs are tiny, about the size of a grain of rice, and very thin.
They’re nature’s way of ensuring procreation.
As a side effect, a woman’s kir is revitalized by the small injuries.
I’m not certain why, but women at the end of their childbearing phase used to beg me to spend nights upon my mat. ”
“Are you seriously discussing other women while your member is inside me?” I demand. “And passage, not kir.” I wrinkle my nose at the word. It somehow seems too close to cunt and cock, words I’d never say aloud.
Though I have to admit, I like his foreign terms because they bring me to a different world. Kir. I?arum.
A deep red flush spreads over his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… but if it matters, I only want you on my i?arum—member—for the rest of my life, Charlotte. I want only you. I’ll take only you.”
And despite the idea of older women throwing themselves at him, I’m appeased. Because what does it matter what was in our pasts? All that matters is what comes next.
Carefully, I release the breath I’m holding and allow my body to relax on top of his hot, muscled, furred length.
“Do they always come out? Your barbs?”
“Yes.”
“Even when you take human form?”
Another slow flush covers his face. “I can’t keep human form when my seed explodes. I always return to First Form.” He pauses. “Is that a problem?”
Is it? I tip my chin so I can lean it against his chest and stare up at him. He cocks his neck to stare down at me. Beneath my skin, his fur scratches lightly against my skin. The sensation is enticing.
My hands stroke over whatever part of his arms and back I can reach, petting him like a cat. “Would you think less of me if I admit I prefer you in monster form, even now?”
A low growl, almost a purr, shakes his frame. “No. I wouldn’t think less of you at all. I would say it’s Fate granting me a boon I never hoped for.”
“I’m a boon?” The thought is like fireflies dancing through my blood.
“You,” he says, wrapping his paws in my hair and holding my head so he can lean forward and kiss my lips. “You are the most wonderous woman I’ve ever met. I’ve fallen for you completely. Wife.”
“Not yet.”
“Not by your laws, perhaps.”
He drops his head back onto the bedding, but I lift as far as I’m able to stare at his beautiful face. “Wait. I’m your wife now? Because of this?” I clench around him again.
“In my world, yes. I’ve given you my vow, said I want only you. But if you won’t feel wed without a ceremony under your laws, I understand. We might wish to hurry, however.”
I’m still trying to digest his earlier words, even though I’m talking around them. He’s fallen for me. Fallen means love, doesn’t it?
And is this feeling of exploding stars and dancing twilight—is this already-fallen in love with him, too?
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “Why must we hurry?”
His paws grab my hips before digging into my buttocks and squeezing. “Because my wife, my seed is inside you. With Fate’s approval, it may have already taken root in your womb.”
“I don’t understand.” Though I do, of course. But surely I can’t fall pregnant from one action?
“In this time, in this place, will you be shamed for bearing my child without the approval of your religious authorities?”
“A baby?”
I don’t know how I feel about the idea. I’m twenty-seven years old, almost too old for childbirth. I’m far from innocent. I’ve made it my mission to understand my body after trading my virginity, but I never thought to expel a babe into the world. Not truly.
“It depends where you are in your moon cycle.” He pumps his hips. His cock, still hard, slides deeper. “There. No more barbs. But as it turns out, I’m aching to remain inside you.”
I love the feel of him filling me. Besides, if a child will grow, it will grow. There are far more terrible things than having a baby with the mythological being that I lov… with the man I’ve fallen for. “Then, stay.”
“I would, but I don’t know how long I can remain still with your silk pulsing around me. And you may be too sore?” To illustrate, he angles his hips so he slips out almost completely before sliding back in.
The lightning pierces me again as he presses deep. Heaviness curls in my belly. I rub my breasts over his fur, exalting in the feel of the soft friction. “Not too sore.”
“Good girl.”
And his approbation is all it takes. I’m filled with heat and sparks. “I l…”
The words, those terrible three words, almost leave my lips. I bite them back at the last moment.
Happily, his eyes are squinted shut. He draws in a sharp breath as I almost make my admission. When he opens his eyes, passion hazes their shine. “Sit and bounce upon me.”
When I comply, using leg muscles I didn’t realize I still possessed to rise and fall upon him like he’s a horse I ride astride, the delicious torment begins again.
“Ooohhh.”
“Rawwwrrr,” he purrs in agreement. His paws cup my buttocks and spread them. The light splay of claws caresses over my nether hole.
But more than that, his tail, having sneaked up without my knowledge, dips down over my mound and begins to rub over my button.
“Oh!” And as I lose myself in the music he plays along my body, my head tips back. Soon, my legs no longer keep the rhythm, so he takes over, lifting and descending me as if I weigh nothing while the fluffy end of his tail kisses the part of me that lights fires.
When I explode again, he explodes with me. Once more, I feel those barbs pinch my skin, but even as I collapse on top of him, the sting fades to a delicious bliss. I try to fight my eyes as they flutter shut.
But he’s so warm, so soft and yet so hard, and I feel so safe. Maybe I’ll just sleep for a moment.