Chapter 17 #2
I am incapable of replying intelligibly with words, but I nod my head eagerly as I work on dragging in enough air to keep me from fainting. I feel like I am walking the edge of consciousness and ecstasy, and every nerve ending is singing from whatever he has already done to me.
The corner of his mouth twitches, and he lowers his head to brush his lips against mine, his tongue dipping briefly between my lips to swirl against my tongue before retreating again.
“Good,” he breathes against my lips as he shifts his hips, drawing them closer so that the tip of his cock presses against my entrance.
Lifting his head, he holds my gaze with his, and I am lost in a wonderland of sunshine on snow and ice within his eyes.
They burn luminously with their icy fire as his hips tip forward and his cock pierces me, opening my channel slowly around his cock.
His eyes slit at the contact, and a shiver briefly overtakes him, but he never looks away.
Nor does he retreat. Instead, he shifts his hips against mine, easing forward in one long movement.
My eyes roll back at the sensation of his cock’s girth stretching me slowly and deliciously over his length.
My cunt clings to his phallus, clamping tightly around it as if to keep it in place despite his best efforts to press deeper yet.
A sensation of fullness crawls beneath my skin.
I gasp and quake, and his wing claws settle heavily on either side of my head.
It startles me at first, but their presence somehow keeps me grounded in the moment.
This is especially necessary because his every movement threatens to shatter me completely on the waves of pleasure building between us as he presses deeper and deeper until he is finally fully sheathed.
He grinds his hips experimentally, and I nearly swallow my tongue at the sensation of erotic fire licking through me.
But then he withdraws, and my channel squeezes around his length in protest, in an instinctual need to halt his retreat, until the very moment that he reverses direction and drives back in.
It is a sensory explosion, and I lift my hips to meet him with a shout falling from my lips.
His appreciative growl vibrates through me as he gathers me tightly against him and begins to thrust in earnest, his weight braced against his powerful wings.
His wings practically shimmer as they subtly vibrate within the firelight, but they seem to hold him up effortlessly when he tucks his hands beneath my ass and lifts my bottom so that my hips are raised to a shocking angle as his eager thrusts conquer me.
I tremble within his hold, my soft, instinctive cries with every slam of his hips growing louder, every snap of his pelvis slapping against mine with a primal brutality that makes my sex clench with excitement as arousal floods through me and my cunt grips his length tightly until he draws a ragged gasp and my arousal drips copiously from the spot where we are joined.
I grip him with my thighs to the best of my ability, riding out the pleasure that snaps through me with every firm glide and bump of his cockhead against the pleasure centers within my channel.
His growl gradually becomes louder, and his thrusts shift into a rapid, pounding tempo of a beast in rut.
Tiny explosive quivers race from my sex to the top of my head, which only seems heightened by his tail looped firmly around the back of my thighs, holding me pinned in the most secure fashion in place for his rut.
Sweat coats my skin in response, and I twitch and cry out in increasingly louder volume with every thrust of his cock.
Although he is not sweating, his own body is trembling now, and his grunts and growls are likewise becoming louder and more desperate.
Digging my fingernail into the thick muscles along his back, I tremble against him as his hips take an urgent rhythm and the muscles in his back and thighs tighten.
He growls quietly in my ear, rasping words that slip through my mind like water.
All that is real is this connection, and wave upon wave of pleasure and happiness rising within me.
“That is it,” he murmurs, and he dips his head to briefly drag his long tongue over my nipple as he continues to plunge his cock into me. “Just a little more. Give yourself over to it.”
I shiver violently in response to the strong waves rocking me as they rise rapidly from the deepest part of me.
His body tightens, and he thrusts deeper and harder with every forward snap of his hips.
There is no softness in this coupling. It is raw and urgent as what seems befitting for the longest night.
It is not the sweetness of a cozy cabin but the ferocity of a snowstorm like that which brought me here.
His cock leaps within me, jerking violently, and I cry out with ecstasy, my back arching in a silent demand for more as I feel the first tripping sensation of an impending climax.
Jak doesn’t hesitate to pick up on the signal either.
I feel the icy blistering heat begin to fill me and my womb tingles as the sensation spreads through my body.
But then I am igniting in an icy-hot inferno as his cock jerks hard again and he snarls loudly just as his cock gives up its seed, bathing my vaginal walls with cum of similar temperature.
And it is so good. The streams of his cum bathe my internal walls until that white, icy fire collects within me and explodes in every direction as a rolling crescendo of unbridled passion.
Like with the first orgasm, I feel it gathering to a pinnacle and some of that intense pleasure rushing from me to him energetically as it is harmlessly and erotically siphoned from me.
I cry out loudly as another orgasm erupts to pound through me, and his body curls tightly around mine as he thrusts deeply once more.
Joined so firmly bound together, we tremble as one as our pleasure rolls through us with our mingled cries of completion before we drop to the rug in exhaustion and lie there entwined together—panting.
I can feel Jak’s heart pounding as it races in his chest and its tempo echoes within me.
I have never felt anything like it before, but one thing I am certain of is that this—whatever this is—has fundamentally changed me.
I am incapable of doing anything but lie there and marvel at the newness of the sensation filling me.
It is as if I have been made complete in new ways that I have never explored before.
I shiver in response to the softness of his lips against my skin as he brushes a tender kiss against my brow.
I half expect him to stand and leave me there with that sweet farewell, but he doesn’t.
Drawing me into his arms, he gathers me up firmly against his chest and climbs to his feet with a rumbly growl of primal satisfaction.
Once he is certain that he has me secure, Jak turns from the living room and carries me to the bedroom with a long stride that rapidly eats up the distance until we are once more in the bedroom.
Jak doesn’t even kick the door closed before he rushes to the bed with me with a light and gleeful look brightening his face.
Despite his unbridled eagerness just moments before, he is incredibly gentle as he carefully lays me on the bed and crawls into bed beside me.
It is only when he tucks his body close against mine, and draws the blanket around us, that my heart flutters alarmingly with a sentimental feeling that I did not give it permission to conjure.
But that is not the most worrisome part.
But what is most concerning is that... I want to do it again. And I want much more of my holiday demon.