He pulled out at the last second, thick ropes of cum painting my back. He slapped his cock against my ass, groaning, before spinning me around and kissing me again, rough and desperate, like he’d never let go.
Burrowing his head into my neck, I looked past Alic to Van, trembling in need. His eyes were pleading, his soul laid bare, begging for me to come take him. To break him.
I kissed Alic on the cheek and slowly peeled myself away, cum still leaking from every hole. I was a mess, but Van looked at me like I was a goddess incarnate.
Instead of going straight to him, I walked past, sauntering to the bed and lying on my side, propped up on one elbow.
Maso tried to move toward me, his body fueled by Ras’ lust bomb, but the wooden floor bent beneath him. Soon, the floorboards lifted and created a small wall, sending him stumbling back as thick vines coiled around his limbs, pinning him in place.
Van’s glowing green eyes burned as he stood, voice laced with menace.
“You had your turn. She’s mine.”
From the corner, naked and lounging against the wall like the amused devil he was, Ras laughed, but he didn’t interrupt. Van was right; this was his moment.
“Take your pants off.”
His head snapped to me. He didn’t hesitate, immediately unzipping and sliding them down. The metal on his cock gleamed beneath the low light, and my thighs clenched at the sight.
“I only see you, Ni.”
He stepped out of his pants. My eyes flicked to the floor, and I purred, “Crawl to me.”
His breath stuttered. He dropped to all fours, eyes fluttering closed for a heartbeat before he looked up at me and started moving.
I watched the way his cock swung between his legs, the metal bars through the head of his cock adorned with diamonds at each tip. They caught the light like tiny stars, so it looked like he was crawling over jewels just to reach me.
When he reached the bed, he climbed up, sat back on his heels, and waited silently.
I swung my legs around and stood, letting my wings flutter out behind me. His eyes widened, mouth falling open as he took me in.
“Ni… look. Your wings. The color… it's beautiful.”
I turned toward the mirrored wall and saw it. My wings were no longer clear and sheer, but iridescent. A kaleidoscope ofshimmering hues. Fairies’ wings only changed when they found their mates.
Smiling back at him, I asked, “Want to touch them?”
He nodded, his breath catching. His cock, already swollen, strained against the jeweled metal, ready to burst.
“Beg for it. Beg for me.”
His voice cracked.
“Please… Please let me touch your wings. Let me show them the devotion I carry for you.”
“And what else?” I pressed, my tone dark and inviting.
His breath quickened, sharp and shallow.
“I want you to take me. Use me. Fuck me in whatever way brings you pleasure. I want to feel your tight, slick walls choking my cock. I want the diamonds I wear for you to shine from the inside out.”
His words hit me hard. Honest. Raw. My pussy got wet again, just for him.
“And?” I gave him one last chance to say it.
“I want us to come together… and for you to seal it with a kiss.”
Smiling, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his throat, easing him down until his head rested at the edge of the bed. His muscular body stretched out, cock glittering like a prized weapon.
