She cries out my name, bringing out the beast in me. I pull out and thrust, pinning her hips to the wall.
I fuck her hard, feeling her everywhere, against me, over me, on me. Her hair tangles, her glasses tilt, and her breasts bob. I don’t take my eyes off of her even when hers close tight. Pulling out my tail, I wrap it around her waist, squeeze, and shove it back inside her ass.
She buckles and wails, her walls constricting me, deliciously strangling me, gripping and wet. She comes. Forme.
Triumphant, I spread my wings wide, thrusting my hips upward.
She loses herself to bliss, and I lift her off the wall, wrapping her in my arms. She screams and writhes as I clutch her, shunting wildly. Her pleasure bleeds into mine, and I come with her, refilling her with my seed, joining her ecstasy with a bellow.
Small thrusts bring us down, and I carry her to the tangled pile of blankets left on the floor. Settling her gently, I spread her legs open and examine where we are joined. She squirms, still sensitive under my inspection.
Her rosy pink opening is wet and warm, stretched tightly around my girth. It is an image I never expected to see, and knowing that I am not one of her kind and she lets me enter her anyway does something terrible to my thoughts. I never want this to end.
She will never be with another. She can neverbewith another. I swipe my tongue across my fangs, ready to fight any suitors who may approach.
I have two goals now. Make Summer mine in all ways, forever, and deal with Adrial, securing our future.
Panting, her breasts shake with the effort. Catching them, she rights her glasses, frowning. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” It comes out as a growl, raspy and possessive.
Her lips purse and I slowly pull out of her. Every time I do this, she moans sadly.
My chest tightens with pride. She likes me inside her.
Holding her legs open, I shunt into her one final time, a delicious goodbye as well as a promise that she has not had the last of me.
Finally, at long last, I shift away, appeased in the knowledge that our first night has been a triumph.
Summer reaches for the edge of the blanket to wipe herself. I knock her hand away and lower my face between her legs.
“You’re not—”
Her shocked gasp sticks in her throat as I slide my tongue from her backside to her nub. She sinks into the floor as I lick her clean, soothing her hot flesh. Lapping up my spilled seed, I find it free of flavor, not of this realm. So I swallow her up, returning the taste of her arousal to my tongue. Back and forth, I slide over her, she quivers on my tongue and then softens.
When I’m done, I rise over her. She’s breathless and relaxed within the blankets. Her eyes drift open to find mine. She yawns. “It’s late. You might not get tired, but I do.”
I bunch the blankets and sheets around her, positioning extra under her head to cushion her cheek. “Then it is time for you to rest.”
She eyes me sweetly. “Will you do me a favor?”
“Anything,” I vow.
“Will you bring me my phone?”
She had last checked the device before using the bathroom. Wondering what she might need it for, I fetch it and hand it over. She grumbles softly as its light floods her face. Tapping her fingers against it, she peers at me.
“Will you take it upstairs and press this button?” She indicates a curved arrow below a series of several sentences. “Service is glitching again. It won’t send from down here… and I don’t think I can walk right now.”
Nodding, I take the phone from her.
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
Heading upstairs, I try to read what she’s written, but my understanding of modern English is still developing, and besides, I can’t parse out her strange abbreviations or tiny pictographs. I press send, wait a moment, and then head back down to the basement.
In a couple of hours, the sun will rise. I’ll be stone again soon, and she will leave my side.
My stomach churns at the thought.
