And in a flash, I imagine her breasts swollen, heavy with milk for our young. My cock thickens like stone at the thought, and I suck harder, determined to make her gush for me.
And she does. She always does.
Her slick spills down, coating me, opening the way.
The Fates cursed me long ago. But then they gave me her. My miracle. My hope and future.
I thrust forward, shoving deep. Her tight cunt grips me like a vise, only allowing half of me in, but even that feels like heaven.
I draw back, gaze falling to the sight of my cock drenched in her juices, and I snarl, driving back in.
She curses, howls, legs flying up around my back as if her body itself has chosen me.
I grab one trembling thigh, claws retracted, holding her open as I pull back and plunge again. Her cries split the air, but the wet gush slicking my cock tells me the truth. She loves it. Even when she doesn’t understand why.
I am a good lover to my consort.
The thought ignites me.
I scoop her under her back, wings flaring, and lift us into the air. Her gasp is sweet in my ears as she clutches my neck, holding on to her monster as we become airborne.
I grip her ass, squeezing hard, and thrust deep as my wings beat. At first languid, then faster, harder, until the air itself trembles with our joining and we lift up, up toward the cathedral-like ceiling.
She is so tight, so impossibly small, squeezing the bulbous head of my cock each time I pull free and sink back in. It is the single most exquisite pleasure I have ever known.
And I will not let it end.
My wingtip flutters against her clit, keeping pace with my thrusts, and her body begins to convulse again. Tears streak her cheeks as her cries break the air, and I roar in triumph. She gushes for me again, her juices spilling down my cock as she shakes in my arms.
She grabs her breasts, pinching her nipples as she rides the storm, and the sight shatters me.
I roar, wings snapping wide, beating until they blur into a black halo around us. I bear her back against the ceiling, fucking her there, pinned by my cock and my wings.
And I spend my gush inside her. Hard. Endless.
I spend and spend until every drop is inside her, her cunt milking me greedily, catching all of me.
So that if the Fates are kind—if at last my fortunes have turned—then this day, my kit will have taken root in her womb.
THIRTEEN
HANNAH
I’msurprised when he actually leaves me alone in the bathroom this time to clean up.
It’s becoming clear that every intimate encounter with this magnificent creature is going to require... extensive cleanup afterward. There’s just so much?—
My face heats despite the cold room, and I sink lower into the steaming water. I have to do an initial rinse to wash away the glowing evidence of our passion before I can even begin to fill the tub properly. Only then, once most of it swirls down the drain in faintly luminescent spirals, can I plug the tub and take a proper bath.
Good lord.I bring a shaky hand to my forehead and look around the medieval bathroom where modern fixtures seem charmingly out of place among the ancient stone.
They’re obviously human-sized, not built for someone of his... impressive proportions.
This is the first time he’s left me completely alone.
I don’t entirely trust it.
I’m sure he’s waiting just outside, ready to sweep me up again if I try anything foolish like attempting escape.
