Luke pounds into me, filling my core and my ass over and over.
I gasp for air, every inhale smelling of smoke and male and sex. My heart races, my blood singing in my veins. Everything tightens in me, caught in anticipation, my desire winding higher.
His tail snakes through the air, the tip hanging to the side of our heads. Luke shoots fire, flames scouring the endclean. Then the warmed tip glides down my stomach, the end dancing over my clit in time with his thrusts.
The tingling warmth grows, spreading outward from everywhere he touches until I’m screaming again, a wordless cry, my toes pointed, my hands clutching his sides.
“That was four.” His fangs scrape my neck, and he licks the sensitive spot behind my ear. His voice is a rumbling growl of desire, so deep it vibrates in my chest. “You owe me one more.”
My head tosses. “Impossible.” I’m wrung out, spent. It feels like I’ve come more today than I have in years.
“You will.” Another nip that makes me shiver. My muscles clamp tight around him, and he groans. “You’ll be my good baby girl.”
His tail works over me as he continues to plunge in and out, his cocks stretching me, working me, marking me as his.
“So damned tight.” He begins a litany of filthy words murmured straight into my ear. “So fucking perfect.” He thrusts deep, his knot filling me each time, becoming the center of my world. “Sweetest little pussy ever. Sweet like candy, baby girl.”
I shiver and shake, tasting him on my tongue, smoke and salt and fire.
“Going to eat you up.” He grunts low and deep and needy. “Going to have all of this pussy, this ass.”
I whimper with every thrust, with every press of his tail over my clit, every pinch of my nipples. I’ve never been so sensitive, so raw and open. Every brush of warm wind touches my skin like a caress. And Luke? Everywhere Luke touches me burns like a brand.
He’s torn me apart and made me anew, a creature of nothing but sensation. I’m his, now and forever.
“Come all over my cocks, little witch. Scream for me again.”
As his creature, I obey.
This time when I let go, Luke joins me, his hips snapping forward, his voice roaring into the sky. Hot come fills me, pouring out and splashing down our thighs, adding to the sensations overwhelming me.
My orgasm fills my entire body, a supernova of pleasure, burning me from the inside out, leaving me weightless and giddy.
Luke holds me tight for several moments, his face buried in my neck. Then slowly and gently, he pulls his cocks from me. The feel of them slipping from my core and ass sends aftershocks racing through me.
He settles me more tightly in his arms as he lowers us down to the castle courtyard.
He carries me through the door, mounting the main steps with leaping strides that bring us quickly to my bedroom. When we enter the bathroom, steam already curls from the bathtub’s surface. Luke kneels in front of it, slipping my legs over the side. My muscles are jelly, completely useless, and he seems to realize it, lowering me into the bath without me needing to do anything.
Once I’m settled, the hot water soothing me to a completely relaxed state, he pours in oils from several different bottles, their scents blooming as they touch the hot water, floral and herby.
I stir. “These aren’t your scent or mine.”
“They’re healing potions, so you won’t be sore.” He perches on the edge of the tub to swing his legs over, and I see his cocks clearly for the first time since we finished. They’re darker than the rest of his skin, almost the red of his wings and tail, and the knot of his main cock has doubled in size.
It should have been inside me, locking us together. Would have been, if he wanted to do that with me. But he didn’t.
I slide lower in the water, trying to hide myself with my hands.
His sharp eyes see the movement. “Why are you doing that?”
“Because I’m…” I swallow and continue. “I’m not that attractive.” I love my body, but I also know it’s not what anyone would call conventionally beautiful.
“Who told you such twaddle?” His face shifts into grumpy number three, mildly annoyed. “You are lovely.”
I look away, and he grips my jaw, lifting my chin until I meet his eyes.
“I do not lie. Tell me you believe me.”
