I’d forgotten the biggest thing though. His wings twitched behind him and then slowly spread out, opening wider until the room looked too tiny for him. Great, big gray-black wings with large crimson dots on the bottom of each one. They were tattered all around the edges the same as I’d noticed before. The tattering made him seem ancient.
Where was he really from? His journal had described walking from his land to ours, like a magic tear in reality. The closest thing I could think of was human stories about faeries. Was I looking at a real faerie?
I went to him, slipping off the bed and stepping up to his body. He watched me, bending his head down as I approached since I was so much shorter than him. I didn’t hesitate at all, sliding my arms around his hips and pressing my face into his furry center. It was so incredibly soft and thick. I sunk in with a sigh of contentment.
He let out a breath and I felt his body relax. He’d been nervous about this. Pollux bent over me so he could wrap his arms around my shoulders. His wings swept forward, delicately brushing against my back and tightening. It felt like a blanket was hugging me. They covered me entirely, muffling noises and blocking out light. I was completely covered, feeling protected and treasured.
He lifted me up and I gasped as my feet left the floor. He gave a small huff of entertainment. His wings pulled back and folded up behind him again. They hung over his shoulders and arms and then draped down his back like a cape would, looking soft and loose like fabric. I saw the tattering and felt concerned about how delicate they might be. I’d always been told not to touch a butterfly or moth’s wings, that it made the scales fall off.
He set me down delicately on the bed. His long arms had thick fur that thinned on his forearms. His wrists and hands were furless, just smooth, dark skin.
Once I was laid flat on my back—my head nestled on a pillow—I reached out, wrapping my hands around his wrists as I looked up at him with wide eyes. He was a big dark shape above me, his glowing eyes brightly burning into my skin. His antennae bent down, brushing against my cheeks like feathers. My eyes drifted back to his wings. The tattering distracted me.
“Are they hurt?” I asked. His head tipped to the side in question. “Your wings are tattered.” He turned away from me, his eyes looking off towards the floor like the question about his wings was a somber one. He shook his head though.
“Can I touch them?” I asked and he looked back at me, his mouth curving in a smile as he nodded. “Does the diary you gave me explain your wings?” I asked, my fingers pushing through the thin fur of his forearms, feeling the smooth skin and hard muscles. He flopped beside me in the bed then reached out with a hand and held my face. He nodded as he brushed his fingers over my cheek.
“Okay,” I said. Tentatively, I reached out to touch a wing. We were close in bed, his fur was ticking my body. I reached around him and found the base of his wings, my fingers gliding around his back where they met his body. He shuddered a little and scooted closer, until I felt like I was pressed against a furry body pillow. My fingers delicately brushed down the base of his wing and a deep noise of pleasure came from him, startling me. He was always so quiet that all his little noises were impactful.
His hands slid over my body, his fingers pinching the fabric of my clothes. I shifted back and began peeling it off. He watched me quietly, taking in my body. When I was totally naked he reached forward, immediately grasping my breasts. His palms covered the entire front, his fingers almost too long to squeeze them. He found a way to manage, making me suck in a breath of surprise.
He huffed in amusement at my reaction then trailed his clawed fingers down the center of my body. Goosebumps popped up along the trail. He stopped at my pelvis, tapping his fingers for permission. I swallowed and nodded my head. His eyes went half-lidded as they swept down my body again. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me on top of him, settling us in the center of the bed.
I sucked in a breath, pressing my hands to the bed on either side of his head to hold myself up. His hands molded to the sides of my body, traveling the curves down to my hips where he squeezed, his clawed fingers dimpling my skin.
I looked down between us and saw he was hard. I needed to see it but it was hard to peer at it from here. I started to scoot backwards. Pollux wrapped his arms back around me, pulling me closer as if he thought I was trying to leave.
“I just want to see,” I said. A wide, almost frightening smile split across his face. He had far too many teeth, it really did make his smiles creepy. My eyes bugged as he suddenly held me up, hovering a few inches off his body. I gasped as he began turning me around. It was like an aerial act except I was flailing and gasping in panic.
“What are you doing!” I gasped. A moment later I landed with his erection right in my face and my ass in his.
“Oh!” I gasped, sucking in a sharp breath and jerking in his grip as I felt his feather antennae brushing across my ass then sliding down across the tops of my thighs. My eyes snapped back to the cock in my face. Fully hard it was a lot easier to see just how different it was shaped. I’d been completely right when I’d related it more to a tree branch. A very stout, bumpy tree branch.
It was twisted and bent—the entire thing knobby and bumped with a twirling, natural design about it. There was no foreskin and the crown had a smaller bulbous head. The slit at the end was a little larger than a human’s, a half-inch in length.
I reached out, running the back of my fingers across his length. A clear syrupy substance dewed out of the tip.
Fur brushed between my legs, sliding over the lips of my pussy. I felt his antennae brushing across my labia, making me squirm. Pollux made a deep sound and then I felt his thin tongue slipping through my folds.
In response, I wrapped my hand around his cock, running my thumb up the side to feel his texture. He throbbed in my hand and more syrup trailed from his tip, dripping down the length of him. Without thought I caught it, my tongue sliding up the side. He sucked in a breath. It wasn’t as thick or sticky as honey. He was earthy and sweet, tasting like a light, fresh syrup that soaked into my tongue.
I pressed my lips to the tip of him, my tongue sliding gently across the opening. He groaned and wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me hard against his chest. My face heated as I thought of my ass in his face but hereallydidn’t mind. He bent close, burying his face into my ass cheeks. He was snuggling it like I was his favorite stuffed animal. His fur tickled my cheeks and he rumbled a groan.
My lips traveled further down his shaft, feeling all the bumps and grooves. At the base I still gripped him, my thumb rubbed across the texture, trying to memorize each little ridge. He slid across my tongue, filling my mouth until I felt him at the back of my throat, my tongue molding to the bottom side of his length.
His face pressed against the cheeks of my ass, his fur sliding across it the same way he’d do to my face—like a cat rubbing its face against something it liked. I felt his long tongue slide through my folds again, pushing through them and opening them up until it nudged at my clit.
His fingers slid between my legs, feeling everything there. He groaned then peeled me apart with two fingers, making it easier for his tongue to attach directly to my clit. He suctioned on, rumbling with vibrations that immediately had me gasping around his cock.
I pressed one hand into the bed and then slowly slid my lips and tongue up his shaft. I sucked on the tip while my tongue slid across his slit, teasing it. He groaned and it rumbled in his chest, hitting me low in my belly as I tasted more sweetness leak into my mouth.
The suction on my clit suddenly increased and one of his hands took a big, rough handful of my ass, squeezing the flesh before he pulled back his hand and gave it an excited slap. My thighs started to shake and pleasure barreled into me, faster than it ever had before.
I slid my mouth down his shaft, sucking on him, pressing my tongue to the underside. Midway down he had a bend that made him curl upwards. At this angle, it gave him an easy path to slide deeply into my mouth.
I relaxed him into my throat. His cock brushed against the back of my throat right as an orgasm tore through me. I pulled off him and moaned, my lips pressing to the side of his cock, dragging my mouth down in wet kisses as he sucked more and more pleasure out of me.
“Pollux,” I strained to say. He wasn’t letting up, sucking harder and making me cry out. His antennae began brushing through my folds, becoming wet with my slickness. He groaned roughly and his suctioning tongue pulled on me, making a deep pleasure roll from inside. I gasped as I felt another orgasm stretching up inside me. I took him fully in my mouth again as my hands stretched down, my fingers pushing into his thick, furred thighs.
