“I do have you.”
He puts me down on the edge of the bed, almost reverentially.
“And I get to devour you.”
Huge hands press my thighs apart, and before I can do or say anything, his head is shoved between them, his feathery antennae tickling at my stomach and nipples, his mouth on the silky fabric of my knickers which are gone in a single rip of his fangs.
Cool air hits my pussy before his tongue slides between my folds, and I fall back on the bed with a cry of ecstasy. Linton curls the tip around my clit and does something, I’m not sure what, but it sends a spike of pure pleasure through me, sending my pleasure soaring to the stars.
If he wanted to make me come, he’s done it because I am orgasming hard, my channel pulsing and my back arching, shoving myself wantonly into his face.
Linton grasps my buttocks, holding me to him as that incredible tongue slides inside me, lapping at my moisture, making the most obscene sounds as he does exactly what he says he wanted to do.
I am devoured. Every single inch. Linton gives no quarter as he makes sure I am thoroughly pleasured, swiftly bringing me to orgasm a second time. Something I hadn’t even thought possible and yet my sweet mothman, on only his second occasion, is doing.
KAITLYN
With my hands at the base of his antennae, he’s dry humping the bed, his hips circling with every thrust. Linton will absolutely not last long at this rate, so I drag him up my body and he takes advantage of my nipples as he passes.
“Do you fill with milk when you are filled with young?” he pants.
“You don’t drink milk,” I moan as his lips pluck at me.
“I will drink anything from you, my Kaitlyn,” he rasps. “I love to feed from you, no matter what.”
His words send another spike of pleasure through me. Another kink unlocked. Linton might be chaos, but he has a way of getting under my skin in all sorts of delightful ways.
Linton fixes me with a gaze which is pure wickedness, causing my core to pulse. He stands, shedding his trousers, and the absolute monster juts out proudly from the fur covering his lower half.
I see the claspers, which are currently clamped around the base of his cock as I take hold of the thing and give it an exploratory stroke.
Linton moans, the room filling with his deep voice as he calls my name.
“Kaitlyn.”
“Is that good?” I ask, repeating the action.
His cock weeps with pre-cum. It runs down my arm and drips onto the floor.
“I need to be within you, my mate,” he says, rocking into my grip, his eyes half closed with pleasure. “I need to feed on you while I plunder you.”
“Feed?”
“Kaitlyn.” His eyes are open and fixed on me. “Will you do me the honour of letting me feed from you while I put my spicket inside? Let me claim you under the full moon as a Bluecap does with his mate?” He pants as if the entire sentence has been the equivalent of running a marathon.
Then he pulls on a cord attached to one of the posts of the huge bed, and the cover overhead rolls back, revealing an opening in the roof, through which moonlight floods.
As it hits Linton, he opens his wings, temporarily blocking me from the light, but it causes a glow around him which is most beautiful, most ethereal. At the same time, it is as if he’s getting bigger, more solid, more…Linton.
My protector, my chaos mothman, my…mate.
“Yes,” I breathe. “You can do what you want to me.”
He gently pushes me up the bed, sliding himself between my thighs, seating himself with his cock notched at my entrance.
“My mate, my Kaitlyn…” Linton takes my wrist, licking over my skin and sending heat skittering over my skin. “May I bite you where I please?”
The fact he’s asking for permission is the biggest turn on. I arch my back, driving myself down onto his cock, and he roars my name.
