It only serves to make me even bolder. Leaning forward, I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock with the flat of my tongue. Reveling in the way Zyntarr lets out an animalistic groan, I do it again. He jolts and before I know it, Zyntarr’s big hand comes to cover mine at the base of him, squeezing my grip around himself.
“I will spill,” he says, half-panting.
Oh, I think, sitting back on my haunches for a second.
“You are… too…” Zyntarr swallows, clearly flustered, “…excitingto me.”
Something warm ignites in my belly. “That’s ok,” I tell him. “We can go slow. And if you…you know… it’s alright.”
With all my inexperience and with… well… just the way I am, I really thought that I’d be the one needing to go slow when it comes to these kinds of things.
Zyntarr’s breath is already a little ragged when he nods his head, his hand still squeezing mine wrapped around the base of his cock.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the underside of the head of his length, all while maintaining eye contact with that one, piercing blue eye of his. Zyn shudders, his feathers rustling around us. “You will be the death of me, female,” he says, voice hoarse and deep as his free hand cups the side of my face. “And it will be the sweetest death a male could ever know.”
I chuckle lightly, giving his straining cock another affectionate kiss. “Do you want me to stop?”
Groaning, Zyntarr tips his head back, exposing the line of of his throat. “I think that mayactuallykill me, little Bea.”
I laugh again, feeling light and alive and… so damnpowerfulon my knees for this huge beast of a man. “Well, we don’t wantthat. I had better not stop,” I whisper, a smile tugging at my lips before I close my mouth over the head of Zyntarr’s cock.
He’s big, warm and heavy, and I swear I can feel his erratic pulse against my tongue as it caresses the underside - finding veins and ridges that must be a special Trixikka feature.
“Fuck,” Zyntarr hisses, the hand covering mine at his base squeezing even harder.
I pop off of him, glancing up at the panting mess I’m making of him already. “Do you think you’ll survive it if I carry on?” I ask, unable to contain my smirk.
Zyntarr strokes my cheek with his big, rough hand as he breathes heavily. Gently, that hand takes my jaw and guides me back toward his length. “Your mouth is worth dying for, my little Bea,” he grunts before feeding me his cock. The groan he makes is drawn out and loud. So loud that I’m sure anyone passing by will know what kind of activity we’re up to in here. But right now, I don’t care, it’s like we’re in our own little world here inside his wings - a world I want to stay and play in.
I bob my head a little barely able to take half of him in and stretching my mouth wide in order to accommodate Zyn’s size.
“Bea… Goddess! Fuck!…” Zyntarr babbles above me, his voice strained and his hips not able to contain the little thrusts he’s doing up into my mouth. His rough hand spears through my hair, gripping at the roots - the sensation making me moan around his cock. He only lasts two more bobs of my head before Zyntarr is pulling me off his cock by the hair and panting down at me with such electricity behind that sky blue eye it’s like I can feel the crackle of it all over my body. “Would you allow me to…” his gaze drops to my lips that are surely swollen now, “…useyour mouth?” he asks, his grip in my hair softening as he massages the base of my scalp instead, as if apologizing for the question.
Oh hell. Why is that so hot?
I nod my head - probably more quickly than a lady should.
Swiftly, Zyn swoops down to kiss me - a sweet gesture turned filthy when he pulls back to line the head of his cock with my open mouth again. His grip in my hair increases as the base of my skull, sending little tingles all down my spine. “Be still for me, little Bea,” he rasps, desperation in his gaze as he watches himself slowly push past my lips. “I do not want this to end so soon. Let me have this little piece of control, and I will worship you until the twin suns burn out.”
I nod my head, causing my mouth to move down his length. Zyntarr hisses and tightens his grip on me. From then on, I hold myself still, my lips parted by his thick cock while he slowly, tentatively fucks my mouth.
“Bea-” he whimpers.He actually whimpers, his thrusts starting to get faster.
And it’s the hottest damn thing I think I’ve ever experienced.
“Bea, my love, I am about to-” Zyntarr pulls me off of him just in time for spurts of his sparkly stuff to erupt from the head of his cock as his skin stars race and twirl and…celebratehis release as he continues to squeeze the hold I have on the base of him. And speaking of that hold - I… I canfeelhim come. I can feel each hot throb of his orgasm, even as his iridescent, glittery cum starts running down the length of him, over his own fisted hand around mine, down his tight balls and onto the floor before my knees.
Zyntarr’s frame is hunched over me, his single eye screwed shut and at some point, his tail had wrapped around my middle without me realizing. I watch as he tries to calm his breathing, his big wings rising and falling around us with each breath. I lick my puffy, used lips, not quite believing that I brought this warrior to such a state. “Looks like you survived that just fine,” I whisper, not able to keep the smirk from my expression.
Zyntarr’s uncovered eye opens and slowly locks onto mine. He grunts, his tail tightening at the same time as the handaround mine - the hand still grasping the base of his still-hard cock. “I had to,” he says, starting to master his breathing again.
“You did?”
“Yes.” And with that one single answer, he whips his wings away from around me, letting light flood into my vision again. I struggle to see before he yanks me up off the ground in one fluid motion, as graceful as pouncing cat. Before I know it, he’s laid back and maneuvered us into a position where I’m straddling his chest - a part of him so broad, I feel like I’m practically doing the splits with my thighs parted this wide. “I had to survive long enough to return the pleasure you just gave to me, little Bea,” Zyntarr tells me as I steady myself over him.
“Wha-…oh… you don’t have to-” I start to say, shaking my head and failing to scramble backward here, perched on top of his big, warm body.
“Shh,” Zyntarr grins up at me, his hands coming up to still my hips. “If you really want to talk about what is likely to kill a strong male Trixikka like myself-” he says, the scarred brow above his eye-patch rising in a wickedly teasing way, “-then his femalenotseating herself on his face and making use of his mouth is the deadliest act of all.”
