“Oh God!” I scream when I realize what’s happening. The very tips flutter against my clit, indecent, like some obscene, supernatural vibrator synced to his thrusts.
He pounds into me, his wings fluttering wildly, his arms caging me against his chest. I clutch his horns, holding on for dear life as he fucks me so deep I swear I can taste it in my throat.
His thumb presses at my pulse, his tiger-gold eyes blazing into mine.
“God cannot help you now. Gush on me, Consort,” he orders, voice rough silk, “and I will gush for you.”
And God help me, I do.
I come. Hard. Shaking, writhing, squirting around the most enormous cock I could ever imagine.
And then he roars, light bursting from his chest and all but blinding me. His wings thrash faster, and somethingsurges inside me.
Liquid light.
And then—then I am shattered. Pleasure detonates from my tailbone, up my spine, and back down again, bouncing, breaking, reforming me.
Oh God.
He has magical cum.
And.
I.
Can’t.
Stop.
Coming
Around
his
giant
shaft
splitting
me
open.
TEN
HANNAH
When I awaken,I’m alone.
And deliciously sore from the remnants of...
I blush and shift in the enormous bed, only to find each of my limbs aching in the most satisfying way. I look around the medieval castle room, a brief hope filling my chest when I see two heavy oak doors.
I slip out of the massive bed as quickly as my tender limbs can manage and push open one of the doors.
Thank goodness it’s a bathroom!
