She came with a muffled cry, her body stiffening and movements disjointed as she fragmented.
The hot, wet pull of her mouth, her moans, the constriction of her cunt around his tail, and the building pressure within his core became too much to withstand. Nyte’s hips moved of their own accord as he gripped her hair to keep her in place, exhilarated by the tight suction of her mouth. Feral, guttural sounds rose from his chest and throat. Her sweet, enticing, erotic scent flooded his senses, so potent that he could almost taste her on her his tongue.
His cock swelled, growing thicker, until finally the torturous pleasure within him combusted in a supernova that blinded him with searing white light.
“Ember!” Nyte snarled, his wings snapping out and shuddering as he held his cock deep in her mouth. His body trembled with that explosion. His essence flooded her mouth, and her throat worked around him, swallowing his release.
He groaned, his grip on her hair slackening as he affectionately petted it, his cock still thrumming with the pleasure sweeping through him. “Fuck, you are perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Ember withdrew her mouth, leaving him bereft, but she pumped her fist along his length, making him jolt.
His body trembled at the flare of sensation. Ember didn’t stop her hand until it had driven him to another climax, coaxing more ropes of cum out of him. They spilled upon her chest and breasts, sparkling in the purple candlelight.
Rapt, Nyte watched his release trickle over her skin, watched as it coated her, as it beaded upon the tip of one of her hard nipples. Something deep and primal rumbled within him.
All. Fucking. Mine.
He caught her chin and caressed her swollen lower lip with his thumb, smearing her lipstick further. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Ember smiled and kissed his thumb.
Nyte smirked and slid his tail free of her, enjoying the way she shivered. He raised it to his mouth. Her grip on his cock tightened as she watched.
Without looking away from her, he parted his lips and slipped the tip of his tail between them, sucking off her essence with a growl. “You are delicious.”
He willed his shadows to swirl around them like gathering storm clouds. “Now it’s my turn.”
The darkness swallowed them both, shifting them through space in a tingling rush. When they rematerialized, they werein the living room atop the blankets he’d laid out, with Ember on her back and his mouth on her cunt.
Nyte speared her with his tongue, and her cry filled the room as his shadows lovingly caressed her.
Her hands flew to his horns, gripping them tight as she bore down on him. “Nyte…”
He chuckled against her.
Oh, how he would make his Ember burn.
