“Your guess is as good as mine, my Kaitlyn.” He shuffles a little closer. “But my guess is it spat us out.”
“Delightful,” I say, as Linton snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me against him. I can feel exactly what he’s thinking about, if I couldn’t already see it in the wicked sparkle of his eyes. “Spat out of hell.”
“Better than the alternative,” he responds, grazing his fangs up my neck. “Now what I’d like to do is get you out of this dress.”
“Do what you need to do,” I say. “I won’t be wearing it again.”
Linton does not need any further encouragement. He slices into the fabric with teeth so sharp I don’t even hear it rip as he descends down my body, taking the weird lacy garment off with an almost practiced ease down the middle, exposing my skin, my breasts, and finally, with a cool breeze, my pussy.
He inhales and then groans. “I thought I might never taste you again.” He parts my thighs and shoves his head between my legs, his antennae tickling at my abdomen.
The first touch of his talented tongue has me seeing stars. My mothman is hungry, and who am I to deny him? Even if he shouldn’t be here. Even if he’s somehow come back from the dead. A dead monster couldn’t eat me out in the way Linton is doing right now.
I grasp at his wings and he moans against me. Short, hard laps at my clit bring me almost to the edge before he shoves it into my channel and makes me call his name. Then he’s back again at my clit, edging and edging until I tip into oblivion, my body both limp then rigid, a scream on my lips as I flail my arms and flood his mouth with everything I have.
Linton hums with delight, licking me clean with gusto and the most obscene of noises before he moves up my body again until he’s caging me, antennae erect, wings splayed out, and his monster of a cock pressed against my thigh, so close to breaching me I might come again at the thought of being ploughed by him.
“My Kaitlyn, may I…?”
I arch my back, tilting my hips and driving myself onto him. Linton’s eyes flare with surprise.
“You don’t have to ask. Not now, not ever.” I fling my arms around him and lift my hips again.
This time he doesn’t need any encouragement, sinking deep within me with a low, resonant groan of my name.
“Putting my spicket within you is the greatest pleasure of my life,” he murmurs in my ear. “Feeding from you as I breed you is my second greatest pleasure.”
“I’m pleased you’re ranking them in order,” I pant as he withdraws and thrusts back again, filling me to the brim and stretching me wide, wide, wide.
“Slicing off Faerie wings is my third pleasure, but I am giving it up.”
Linton circles his hips and withdraws nearly all the way before he gives me everything once more. I can feel every bump, every node on his cock as he glides inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his soft wings on the soles of my feet.
“Giving it up?”
“I want to be with you, my sweet mate. I want you big with our young, I want this place to ring with the sound of our progeny. I want peace and I want you.” Linton groans into my neck.
For a second, there is the slightest of pinpricks on my skin, and I know I am bitten. I also know I cannot stop the orgasm crashing through me as Linton, once so new to sex, now knows exactly what to do, continuing to drive deep, deeper, deepest until when it hits, my vision is gone. I may as well be back in the portal because I can’t work out which way is up. Pleasure, ecstasy, pure joy as Linton explodes within me at the same time. There is a pinch, and I know we are locked together, my stomach already swelling with the copious amount of cum he’s pumping into me.
If it’s possible to get pregnant by a mothman, Linton has managed it. And one thing I know for sure—we are not going to stop trying until I am.
LINTON
Being here, in my lair with Kaitlyn, is more than I could have possibly imagined. She fills the place with sounds and laughter.
Once the local witches and warlocks found out I had returned and Tam Lin had been banished, they appeared, first on their own, and then in small groups, making offerings and asking for advice.
And scales, of course.
Now I have claimed my sweet mate and my mating cycle completes I have control over my shed. Kaitlyn hasn’t left my side during my audiences with the magical folk of the Yeavering, and I am glad. For when we are alone, I am able to mate with her.
I think we’ve mated everywhere in the lair, although I am still looking for new places, and when I find them, whatever else she is doing, I pick her up and take her there. It seems she likes it as much as I do.
Kaitlyn has revived the old kitchens, bringing light and life into them. I get to watch, of course. I don’t have to help with therounds when she makes them, but I do. Then we offer them to the locals, and it makes Kaitlyn happy.
We get a visit from the witch called Gloriana. She has me purchase things for the kitchens I don’t understand but it makes Kaitlyn happy.
I want her to be happy, so very much. More than I want to breed with her. Well, almost.
