I watched with bated breath as the shirt slowly rose higher, exposing the pearly skin of his stomach. Hard abs, and a wicked Adonis belt had my knees weakening and still it rose higher, until his wings stopped the shirt from rising further. I had never seen him get dressed, and honestly hadn’t thought about how a person with wings would manage shirts. But with a tug and a quietsnick snicksound, the shirt came away from him, the back split, revealing his chest, large biteable pecs dusted in the finest layer of black hair and wide shoulders that made the rest of my body turn to jelly. I had to grip the bathroom counter for support as he tossed the tunic aside. His long black hair fell over his chest, a few strands sticking to his cheeks, giving him a roguish look as he stared at me.
Topless, he waited while I looked my fill, a smug smile gracing his lush lips. When his four arms crossed, so did my eyes. All the bulging biceps muscles and corded forearms were going to make me faint… and he wasn’t even fully naked yet.
When his lower hands fell to the waistline of his pants I almost started panting. Desire coiled tightly inside me, raising my temperature, and causing several flowers to bloom on my body.
A flash of uncertainty cut through my desire. It was coming from Rema as he fingered the waist of his pants, his brows scrunched… before he came to some decision and pushed them down in one smooth motion.
My jaw fell open, heat rushing to my face as I stared at the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen in my life.
Thick enough to make me swallow hard and question my life choices, with a length that had me doing mental math in my head, and deliciously veiny. He was pierced from tip to base with silver bars—fourteenevenly spaced bars— with a silver ring at the tapered head. His balls were the same pale pearl color as the rest of his body, heavy and round, drawn up tight under the straining length of Rema’s erection. He had a fine dusting of black hair that started at his belly button and thickened slightly as it descended around his cock. Rema had a fucking happy trail. For some reason I had expected him to be hairless.
I felt like crying or maybe fainting. It was so perfect.Hewas perfect.
But my breath stuttered in and out when I looked harder. There, at the base of his dick, was his knot. Two gland-like bulges on either side of the base.
“Rema,” I breathed, stumbling towards him on wobbly legs. He reached out to steady me, but I was already sinking to my knees before him.
“Patty?” he groaned when I reached out to touch one side of his knot. It was firm, but still soft at the same time and was— judging by the way Rema turned to stone stillness when I brushed it with the tip of my fingers—very, very sensitive.
I was about to take him fully in hand when I was suddenly jerked to my feet by four hands.
“Remove your clothes, female.”
I’d never heard Rema growl before, but that was the only description that fit the tone of his voice as he commanded me to strip.
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I couldn't have rid myself of my clothing faster had I been on fire. When I stood naked before him, flowers blooming at random intervals all over my body, he closed the space between us.
He reached around me to wave at the shower and the water turned on, the glass door disappearing.
A shaky hand guided me into the shower, the hot water almost too much on my over sensitive skin as it cascaded over me from above in a rainfall effect.
My heart skipped as Rema crowded in with me, the water sluicing off his muscles and slicking his hair to his face and neck, the rest of its darn length running down his back where I couldn’t see it.
“Rema,” I said in a hoarse whisper, "can I touch you, please?”
Hands wrapped around my wrist in answer, bringing my hands to his chest before letting go. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling harshly.
I wasn’t breathing too normally either, all but panting as I explored his wet, naked body, gliding my hands up over hard shoulders, and then down chiseled abs.
“Turn around, I want to see your back,” I asked, running my hand down one of his arms, momentarily transfixed by a truly impressive tricep before he turned slowly, his wing tucking in close to his side so he didn’t knock me over with it, since it seemed neither of us were willing to take a step away to make space for it. I noted that the water slicked off of the feathers like they would a ducks, and filed that away for later because my god, I had other things to think about right now.
My poor bottom lip was bleeding from biting it so hard, but Rema’s back was lip biting worthy. Wide, with extra muscles where his wings attached to his shoulder blades and then extending down. Where the wing met skin extended down to mid back, tapering from his shoulder blades and getting closer to his spine the lower it got, until the end portions were nearly touching. I touched the slightly rougher skin where his wings joined his back, grinning when he twitched, his feathers fluffing and then quickly smoothing out again.
“Does fluffing them get them wet?” I asked, petting him.
“Yes. It allows water underneath. Please, continue.”
Grinning, I did as he asked, moving to the other wing to give it the same treatment. The muscles here were so dense. He had that deep line where the muscles along his spine were really thick, and there were dimples over his ass. And what an ass it was, round and so pert that my hands reached out before my mind caught up and before I knew it, I had two handfuls of Rema’s ass in my hands.
“Oh my god, Rema. There’s no give! You have a rock hard butt,” I said, giggling when he snorted at me as I squeezed each cheek.
I had a mischief streak a mile wide, and I really, really wanted to spread those cheeks and lick his asshole just to see what kind of reaction I’d get, but managed to refrain myself at the last moment, sinking instead to sit on my calves to admire the thickness of his thighs, then running my hands from his ass all the way down to well shaped calves.
My impulsive thoughts won out this time, because I was biting into the side of his thigh before the thought registered.
Rema hissed, raising his wing up and to the side so that the long feathers at the bottom brushed over my back as he looked under his primary arm at me with wide eyes.
