Just as I’m approaching the edge, I feel his tail move. The tip slides from my waist down between my legs. It presses against my entrance and slowly pushes inside me, inch by careful inch. It’s smooth and slightly cool compared to his hot mouth. He curls it just right and finds a particular spot that makes me see stars.
My hands leave the sheets and fly to his head. My fingers grip his hair tightly, probably painfully. I arch my back off the bed,my spine bowing. I can’t control the sounds I’m making. His mouth on my clit while his tail fucks me feels absolutely sinful. Forbidden. It’s more depraved and wonderful than anything I’ve experienced.
The combination of his tongue and tail pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my body convulsing. I gush in his mouth, and instead of pulling away, he licks me through it. He laps up everything I give him, and groans with satisfaction.
As soon as I can move, I pull him back up my body. I kiss him deeply and taste myself on his tongue, then push at his shoulders and reverse our positions. He lets me and rolls onto his back with me on top.
I explore his body with my hands, running my palms over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle. I trace the definition of his abs with my fingertips. His skin is smooth, warm, and pale, and I can feel his heart pounding under my palm when I trace my hands back up his chest.
I lean down and kiss his collarbone and his neck. I lick along the column of his throat and feel him swallow. I kiss across his chest, and when I find his nipples, I suck gently. He gasps, and his hips buck upward.
Altair is so sensitive. I can tell how much he needs this. He asked me to hurt him earlier, but I believe what he needs is to be touched and caressed.
I kiss down his stomach, and I can feel him trembling beneath me. As I reach his hips, his hand comes to rest on my shoulder.
“You don’t have to,” he says.
I look up at him from between his legs.
“I want to.”
I look at his two cocks, and my pussy clenches around nothing. The bottom one is slightly larger, thicker and longer. Both are so flushed that the heads are almost purple. Veins standout along the lengths and pulse with his heartbeat. He’s dripping for me, some of the precum already glistening down his shafts.
I’m aroused again, even more than before. I can barely wrap my head around the fact that this man has two cocks. I’m overtaken by pure lust, my rational mind shutting down. I want to feel both of them in every way possible. I want to suck them and take them into my body, even if I have no idea how I’ll manage.
I wrap my hand around the base of the larger, bottom cock. I lean down and lick the tip, tasting his precum. I circle my tongue around the head and feel delighted at the way he groans. I take the tip into my mouth and suck gently, smirking when his hips jerk upward and he curses under his breath.
While I’m sucking the bottom cock, I reach for the top one and wrap my hand around it. The precum makes my hand glide smoothly. I establish a rhythm, sucking one while stroking the other, and they both pulse and twitch. He is impossibly responsive.
I pull off the bottom cock with a wet pop and take the top one into my mouth. This one is slightly smaller and fits more easily, so I take it deeper and hollow my cheeks as I suck. My hand moves to the bottom cock, and after a while, I switch back and forth between them to give them equal attention.
He’s producing so much precum that it’s everywhere. It drips into my hair, smears onto my face, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. As I suck and pump, I let myself go. I relax and abandon myself to the tasks at hand, focusing on my own pleasure as much as on his. I switch between cocks over and over, barely giving myself time to breathe.
Altair curses as his hands grip the sheets so hard they might tear. His tail thrashes on the bed, his wings flutter, and his hips thrust up into my mouth and hand. He’s fighting for control and losing the battle.
I can tell he’s getting close by how his cocks pulse. They’re even harder now, if that’s possible, and more precum flows, faster than before. It begs to be licked and swallowed.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he gasps out.
I look up at him, my lips wet and swollen.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” I confess.
His eyes are filled with lust, but there’s also confusion in his gaze.
“I thought you wouldn’t like it,” he says. “That I have two.”
I laugh as I crawl up his body and straddle his hips. I settle over his two cocks, marveling at how perfectly they’re pressing against my pussy and ass.
I grip his chin firmly and kiss him.
“I love it,” I say against his lips. I rock my hips and grind against him. “You’re driving me crazy. Your cocks are driving me crazy, and I want both inside me.”
His eyes widen, and his hands grip my hips tightly.
“You do?” he asks in disbelief.
“Yes.”
