Chapter 3 #2
I stared at him standing there with his wings half open and his heart exposed, this terrifying beast who lied to me because he was desperate to keep me safe.
My mother's smug face flashed behind my eyes, her chirping voice crowing about knowing how my stubborn head works.
A hot spike of defiance lanced through my ribs.
My mother could go straight to hell. I was done letting Brenda's poison touch anything that mattered to me.
I was done rotting in anger and pride while life happened around me.
This creature built me a fireplace, stole my socks to sleep with my scent, and carried me through the sky because he could not bear to watch me shiver.
He was mine. This nest was mine. And I was going to enjoy every second of what I had found here.
I lifted my chin and met his glowing golden eyes. "It is my turn to be on top."
Plumak's head snapped up. His round pupils dilated wide and black, drinking in my words.
His hooked beak parted on a sharp intake of breath as he drew in my scent.
The fur along his chest rose, standing on end, and a visible shudder rippled down his tawny flanks.
"Kelsy," he rasped, my name scraping out like gravel.
"Take them off," I commanded, pointing at his leather shorts.
"We are getting naked. Now." I yanked my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it toward the sleeping pit.
My fingers found the button of my pants, shoved the zipper down, and peeled the damp fabric off my hips.
I kicked my boots aside, stepped out of the pants, and stood naked in the warm firelight with my skin flushed and my pulse hammering against my throat.
Plumak stared at me, frozen for three heartbeats. Then his taloned hands flew to his waistband. He shoved the leather shorts down his powerful thighs, stepped out of them, and straightened.
My mouth went dry. I had seen him before, bent behind me in the shadows, but seeing him fully in the firelight stopped my breath.
He was monstrous. The thick shaft jutting from his golden fur flushed a deep, angry red, laced with heavy veins that pulsed visibly as his arousal spiked under my command.
The broad, blunt head featured a pronounced ridge around the crown - a brutal detail that made my inner muscles clench and weep, my body already anticipating exactly how that texture would feel stretching me open again.
He was enormous. Inhumanly, impossibly huge.
The length of him would have spanned from my wrist to my elbow, and the girth looked like it would have strained my fingers to wrap around.
I stared at the heavy cock with its veined, rigid surface, and shock flooded my veins with ice water.
That was inside me. That monster cock had stretched me open and pounded me into the furs, and I had taken every inch.
"How did that fit," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Plumak's chest rumbled with a low, vibrating purr that rattled through the warm air between us. "You took me perfectly," he growled, his voice thick with pride and hunger. "Your body was made for mine. You opened so sweet, Kelsy. So tight and hot around me."
My thighs trembled. Fresh wetness slicked my folds, the hollow ache between my legs pulsing with renewed desperation.
I wanted him inside me again. I wanted to feel that impossible stretch, that burning fullness, but this time I wanted to control the pace.
I wanted to ride this beast and watch him break beneath me.
"Lie down," I said, my voice steadier than my shaking hands. "On your back. In the pit."
Plumak moved instantly, obeying my command with a grace that contradicted his bulk.
He strode to the sleeping pit, his massive wings sweeping wide to clear the space, and lowered himself onto the deep furs.
He settled onto his back, his lion tail curling against the pelts, his taloned hands resting at his sides with the curved claws carefully angled away.
I climbed onto the furs, crawling up his body on my hands and knees.
The thick pelts cushioned my palms and knees as I positioned myself above him, straddling his narrow hips with my knees planted on either side of his fur covered flanks.
His massive cock stood upright between us, brushing against my inner thigh, hot and heavy and rigid as iron.
The heat radiating from his skin warmed my stomach, my breasts, my face.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his ribs into my thighs.
His cock pulsed in my grip, the thick veins throbbing against my palm, and a bead of clear fluid welled at the blunt tip.
I stroked him once, twice, marveling at the silky heat of his skin sliding over the steel hardness beneath.
He was so big my fingers did not meet around his girth.
"Kelsy," he gasped, his golden eyes blazing up at me, his beak parted on ragged breaths. "Please. I need you."
I lifted my hips and positioned him at my entrance.
The broad head pressed against my folds, hot and insistent, and I felt my body flutter open, already wet and ready from our earlier coupling.
I braced my hands against his broad, furred chest, sank my fingers into the coarse golden pelt, and lowered myself onto him.
The stretch was immediate and intense. My jaw dropped open on a silent gasp as my weight drove him deeper, my inner walls spreading wide to accommodate his impossible girth.
It burned. It burned so perfectly I saw stars dancing at the edges of my vision.
Inch by thick inch I sank down, filling myself with him, feeling every ridge and vein drag against my sensitive flesh until my hips settled flush against his pelvis and he was seated to the hilt inside me.
"Oh god," I breathed, my head falling back, my spine arching. "Oh god, you're so deep."
Plumak's hands flew up to grip my waist, his talons curving around my hip bones without breaking skin.
His chest heaved beneath my palms, his heart hammering against my fingers through the coarse fur.
His wings swept up from the furs, spreading wide behind him, and then curved forward to enclose us in a dome of copper and rust feathers.
The world narrowed to the heat of him inside me, the grip of his hands on my hips, the shelter of his wings blocking out the firelight.
I was surrounded by him, filled by him, impaled on his monstrous cock until I could feel him in my throat.
I began to move. I lifted my hips, dragging myself up his length until only the flared head remained inside, then sank back down with a force that drove the air from both our lungs.
The friction sent sparks shooting up my spine, the drag of his flesh against my inner walls lighting up every nerve ending.
I set a rhythm, rising and falling, grinding my hips in tight circles when I reached the bottom of each stroke.
Plumak's head snapped back into the furs, his beak opening on a roar that shook the woven walls.
His talons dug into my hips, lifting me, guiding my movements, helping me rise and slam back down onto his rigid shaft.
His wings trembled around us, the stiff primary feathers rustling with each impact, creating a cocoon of heat and shadow that smelled of rain, musk, and sex.
"Yes," he growled, his voice barely recognizable, stripped raw and ragged.
"Ride me, Kelsy. Take what you need from me. "