The bed groaned under Devereaux's added weight. Despite his ability to fly, his body was still quite heavy.
"Oh dear," he murmured. "I hope I do not break it in half."
"You won't. And if you do, we'll get a new one. Maybe this time I can buy one that doesn't hurt my back so much."
Devereaux frowned. "Your back hurts? Turn around. I will massage it for you."
I wasn't fishing for a back rub, but if he was offering, I wasn't going to refuse. I gingerly rolled over so my back was to him.
"May I remove your shirt?" he asked.
"You can remove anything you want."
He lifted my shirt over my head, then rolled down my pants just enough to expose my lower back. I stifled a grin. He could've easily taken off my pants while he was at it, but he was such a gentleman.
Devereaux's marble-like hands on my aching back were heavenly. I moaned as he worked out the chronic knots. Just like when Devereaux's touch had melted the pain away from my legs, the same thing was happening now. There was still a lingering ache, of course—there would always be since that was just the way my body was—but Devereaux's kindness and love went a long way in making it tolerable.
Warmth pooled between my thighs as my desire built rapidly.
"Devereaux," I murmured into the pillow.
"Hm?"
I was so relaxed that it took me a while to string the words together. "Did you know that the day I didn't visit you... the day I was too sick to move... I laid in bed and pleasured myself thinking about you?"
Devereaux's hands on my back paused noticeably before resuming. "Is that so?"
I hummed in confirmation, too hazy with contentment to speak. I felt like I was floating on a cloud.
"Do you... feel that same way now?" Devereaux asked.
A thrill ran through me. As much as I was enjoying my massage, I wanted more than that. I carefully turned around so my front was exposed. Devereaux's sapphire eyes glimmered with motion as he gazed down between my legs. There was a surprise waiting for him there.
I watched as the blue facets of his eyes gleamed with obvious interest. A forked stone tongue ran along Devereaux's lips. How much of a human physique did he still have? Would we still be able to do this the way most people did?
Devereaux shifted so he was on top of me, his arms on either side of me like a cage. The desire radiating off him was tangible. I sniffed the air. Devereaux didn't have the overwhelming thick scent of a human alpha, but there were distinct musky notes coming from his stone skin. Everything about him was so mysterious and interesting.
Eager to learn more, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue wasn't wet, but cool and smooth, like kissing a porcelain appendage. To my surprise, it had a very slight taste of salt.
As we kissed, I let my hands roam over his body. I wanted to study every inch of him. Were there parts that were more sensitive than others?
I found the base of his wings and rubbed them. Devereaux let out an adorable sound like an echoing purr. I chuckled softly and moved on. Near his ass, just barely in my reach, was his tail. When I touched it curiously, Devereaux made the purring sound again and wriggled his tail in my hand.
"I'll never get tired of this part," I said.
"You are a funny one, Florian..."
My hands moved on. From his tail I went lower, sneaking down to Devereaux's smooth thighs. And then I paused. It wastoosmooth. There was nothing between his legs. It wasn't the end of the world if he didn't have a cock, I thought, until Devereaux spoke up.
"I believe he is hiding," Devereaux said wryly.
"I'd love to meet him," I joked.
Devereaux kneeled back and I watched with great curiosity as Devereaux ran a clawed hand down his front. I tilted my head, trying to understand what was going on as the back of his hand obscured my view.
"Ah, here we go," Devereaux murmured.
When he drew his hand away, my eyes widened. Hedidhave a cock. It was a smooth stone appendage, blending in perfectly with the rest of his body even though it hadn't been there a moment ago.
