“Turn around for me.”He ordered with a wicked smile.
That gave me the answer to the question I had yet to ask.The doggy pose.I should have known he preferred that one.He was a dominant male, and all my exes loved this position the most.
I didn’t.I wasn’t fond of being pounded into from behind without seeing the face of my lover.While he grunted all the way into his release, leaving me face down into the sheets, my pleasure and even my identity seemingly of no importance to him.
Yet, I had agreed in the past so I wasn’t going to say no to Xaniban, after the care he had shown for my needs.Besides, we barely knew each other, so this night wasn’t supposed to be romantic.
Something must have shown on my face as I turned to stand on my knees, because his tail caught me by the waist before I could tip forward on all fours.Xaniban’s hands caressed my shoulders.“This is the least uncomfortable position.The Gods were a bit too generous when they made me.”
I gaped.He was doing this for me?To make sure I would take his cock with as little discomfort as possible?
Touched by the gesture, I swiveled to lock eyes with him.I pressed my back against his chest, both of us kneeling as we were.“Don’t wait any longer, Xan.Claim me.”
And claim me he did.He entered me slowly and began with explorative thrusts, to make sure he was not hurting me.He wasn’t.I felt a slight burn at the stretch that was quickly replaced by delicious fullness as I adjusted to his girth.He then started moving at an ever increasing pace.
I would have lost my balance, had he not kept me anchored with his tail around my waist, his left arm across my chest, and his right hand on top of mine, our fingers interlocked on the sheets.His lips kept placing little kisses on my shoulders and upper back.His wings were extended, as if to keep me sheltered from either side.
Did I say the doggy pose wasn’t intimate?Scratch that.He was all around me and inside me, his body and mine molded into one, joined on every level.He fit perfectly inside me, filling me completelybut not to the point of pain.I fit perfectly against him, my smaller frame clicking right into place underneath his powerfully built body.I felt every shudder that went through him, every groan of pleasure while he moved in and out of me.
He felt my pleasure, too, because as another tsunami loomed on the horizon, he nibbled on my earlobe and said with a commanding tone, “Come for me, little blessing.”
“No, I want… with you,” I panted in between his breathtaking thrusts that hit my sweet spot.I wanted us to come as one, just like he had mentioned.
“Now.”His firm tone brooked no argument.
His commands would have been enough to make me embrace the incoming climax.But he didn’t stop there.He moved his hand to my clit and stroked me.
Three strokes, two deep thrusts, and I shattered.
It was precisely when the orgasm was washing over me that his hands and tail pulled me up on my knees.He drew me against him, arms wrapping around my chest, and sank his fangs into the crook of my neck.I keened in ecstasy.
The mixture of pleasure and pain made my orgasm last for many more pulsations, leaving me enraptured in his possessive grip.
“Forgive me,” he told me while I was trying to remember how to breathe.His tongue was licking the place he had bitten, soothing the twinge of pain.
“What for?”I asked in between my oxygen intakes.Had I known a proper orgasm could be such a cardio experience all by itself, I would have ditched the HIIT classes at the local gym long before it had been blown to bits by an alien bomb.Then I would have looked for a proper boyfriend–agargoyleboyfriend.
“I do not bite during claiming,” Xan told me, moving away from me so that there would be space for me to turn and lie on my back.I couldn’t stay on my knees without support, even if I wanted to.
“Mmm…” I smiled lazily, floating on my personal post-orgasmic cloud.Did that mean I was better than all his previous lovers, to have driven him to take a bite?I hoped so.“It’s okay, Xan… I kind of… liked it.”
I really had enjoyed being bitten by him, as strange as that was given my painful post-apocalyptic experience with sharp-toothed monsters.
“It is another sign.”He looked pensive as he said it, but maybe it was just my slightly unfocused vision.
When his fingers traced a line down my body from the valley between my breasts to my pussy, my eyes regained their focus.I couldn’t take any more of hisclaiming–that was why I had told him to join me a minute ago.
When he positioned my hips in line with his, his shaft standing proud to attention and glistering with the evidence of my pleasure from tip to hilt, I told him, “I don’t think I can–”
“I must,” he murmured, his tip right at my entrance.
I stiffened.
“I will be gentle.But I must know.”
He’d already shown me gentleness, so I took him at his word and nodded my consent.“Know what?”I asked, but lost my train of thought at the feel of his hard cock stretching me.
“Do not close your eyes,” he commanded, making me realize I had indeed closed them.
