His dear little witch.
Nyte caught her hips between his hands, angled his pelvis to press the head of his cock against her dripping cunt, and slammed into her. She gasped, arms shaking, even as he growled. Her tender flesh yielded beneath his claws as her inner walls squeezed.
Pleasure spiraled up from his groin to race out through the rest of his body. Nothing felt as good as Ember. Nothing had ever—would ever—come close. That was the one unmalleable truth of the universe.
Keeping firm hold of her, he drove into her again and again, hard and fast, pushing his cock ever deeper and his pleasure ever higher. His tail coiled around her thigh, its tip pressing into her folds and stroking her clit in time with his pumping hips. Shadows spread from his body, extensions of his being, of his soul, to brush her skin and tease her nipples.
And still he sped his pace, still he thrust with increasing strength, making the pressure low in his belly build and build. With his hands, his shaft, his tail and shadows, he felt all of Ember, felt her every reaction, every tremor that coursed through her, every breath she sucked in, every thump of her racing heart, and he needed more still. Forever more.
It wasn’t enough to feel her. Nyte needed to be one with her. To imprint himself upon her, body and soul, so they could never be disentangled. So they would never be apart again.
Take her.
He hammered into her, making her cry out.
Claim her.
His claws bit into her skin as he drew her back onto his cock, thighs slapping.
Keep her.
Nyte’s tail firmly pressed down on her clit and vibrated.
Mine.
With a broken scream, Ember fell forward, arms giving out beneath her. Her ass lifted higher, the angle increasing the friction between their moving bodies, and new pleasure pulsed along his shaft.
She clutched the blanket, turning her face to rest it on her cheek as her breath blew wild strands of silver hair away. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. She was more beautiful with each moment.
And Nyte did not relent. He pistoned his hips, and her body drew him in, tight and hungry and slick.
His eyes dipped. He watched his dark cock, sparkling with tiny stars and coated in her essence, move in and out of her pink flesh, which stretched to accommodate him and clenched to keep him buried within. A growl tore from his chest at the sight.
Mine.
His gaze lifted to the rosette above her pussy. He needed to fill her completely, to make her know she was his, that he possessed all of her. His shadows stretched from his groin and pushed inside her ass, forming his second cock. He groaned at the tightness of her flesh around his. As he pumped his hips, he could feel the ridges of one cock against the underside of the other, both filling her so thoroughly, separated only by her flesh.
“Oh God,” she moaned, clawing at the bedding even as she shoved her backside toward Nyte to take in more of him.
Nyte thrust into her again and again, his breaths raw and heavy as pleasure spiraled through him and coiled around hisheart, his mind, his soul, squeezing as tightly as her body was squeezing his shafts. His thighs clapped against hers, the sound mingling with her escalating cries.
“You are mine, Ember,” he grated. “You belong tome.”
With his shadows curling and pinching her nipples and his tail thrumming against her clit, he lifted a hand from her hip and smacked her ass. The crack of skin against skin rose over the other sounds, sharp and piercing and wholly satisfying.
“Nyte!” she gasped.
Gods, he loved the sound of his name from her lips.
He savored her frantic moans, savored the way her ass and cunt gripped his cocks so sweetly and greedily, savored the way her soft body jiggled with his every brutal thrust, the way she tried to meet him despite the sensations clearly overwhelming her.
Her movements faltered, and her cunt clamped down on him, gushing hot cum as she cried out a wordless benediction.
A roar tore from Nyte’s chest as the dam within him finally broke. His essence erupted from his cocks, and rapture exploded through him, threatening to unmake his form. Wings snapping out wide, he buried himself as deep inside her as he could with one final thrust, his fingers flexing on her hips.
Somehow, he kept his eyes open. All he could see was Ember; just her against a backdrop of stars dancing through the darkness, billions of pinpoints of light in the void, all flaring until his vision was swallowed by pure, blinding white.
Nyte banded an arm around Ember’s middle and pulled her torso up, drawing her back against his chest. His other arm snaked around her, and he caught her throat, his fingers tipping her head back and turning her face toward him.
