I’m so full, and it takes time for my body to accommodate. Slowly, mercilessly, it does.
The tips of his claws rake my skin, whispering up and down my thighs, sending prickles across my skin. Inhaling, the tension in my limbs dissipates.
“Good girl.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, his words embarrass and thrill me. I like his praise.
“Good boy,” I murmur back in response, smiling into the cloth wrinkled in my fists.
Zuriel chuckles. His cock jerks, shifting inside me.
I gasp as one of his ridges rubs my inner spot. After the stretching discomfort, the rush of pleasure stuns me—I clutch at the blanket, feeling full. So damn delightfully full. His tail curls under my chest and flicks my nipples. With another shock of pleasure, my backside twitches upward, making his cock slide partially out. Ridge after ridge rubs my g-spot.
Zuriel’s deep groan is all I can hear.
He clasps my hips, spreads me wide with his thumbs, and pushes back into me.
“Yes,” we both say at once, his a groan and mine a blissful cry. His hands grip me harder, and at long last, he thrusts.
And I can take it.I like it.
In and out, his hips heave slowly at first, ensuring I can handle him. In and out, his ribbed erection stretches and works my pussy, one undulation at a time. When I lose him, a terrible emptiness consumes me, turning my whimpers sad, only for him to slide back inside me. Emptiness and fullness repeat until stars dot my vision.
Moving faster with each return, his tail twerks my nipples in unison.
“You feel so good,” he growls, grunting with each quickening thrust, his gentleness diminishing.
I brace against him, my hands twisting the blankets beneath me.
“You feel so good!” he snarls again, his hips snapping at the next thrust.
The rush of him, entering me entirely with a single drive, urges me to clench around him. I cry out, orgasming again.
Caught by the frenzy, Zuriel bellows. Hauling me against him, he wraps his arms around me as I writhe, every fiber of my being igniting. Holding me tightly, he shunts wildly, seating me on his engorged cock. My knees lift off the floor as he holds me upright and upon him. His tail wraps around me and twerks my clit—fuck.
He moves my body up and down, faster, harder, his arms encaging me. Gasping with his every frantic thrust, I orgasm again.
“So good, so good, so good,” he chants, his voice deep and animalistic.
Reeling on the rhythm of his words, my mind fogs.
With a bellow, he jerks into me. Hard. My eyes snap open and I fall forward. Caught between him and the floor, his arms drop to either side of me as his hips still and his pelvis tightens. His cock tweaks inside me, jutting as he comes.
My spasms continue as his seed fills me up, spilling out, covering everything in slick and wet. With his cheek pressed to the side of my face, he goes quiet, his breaths quick and labored.
Lifting me, he drags his cock out as I whimper from the emptiness. He sets me on the blanket gently and rolls me over.
“Are you okay?” he asks after a time.
I nod.
My eyes open as I face him, his body straddling mine, his wings hooked behind him. He’s blurry, and I reach for my glasses and put them on. His gaze searches mine before sweeping over my body, taking me in, narrowing on the crux of my closed legs, my thighs damp and glistening. He seems…shocked.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I did not think I would produce seed,” he says, reaching down and spreading it over my stomach.
I rise onto my elbows, brow furrowing, still clenching dreamily. “Why not?”
