“Then let me wash you. And put you to bed.” He extends a talon-tipped hand and I don’t miss the gleam in his eye, or the brief, tummy-twisting growl he lets out when I place my palm in his.
I’m exhausted but I want him to fuck me. I need to reconnect with him physically now we’ve got the emotional side of things sorted. Besides, it’s been a hot minute. A girl has needs.
To my endless despair, Krav doesn’t sex me up at all in the shower. He seems intent on proving how kind and gentle he can be. I’m luxuriating in it, but the wild side of me wants Krav the demon. My lover. My Master.
He washes the ash and soot from my skin and hair, and I examine the scorch marks on his wings. When the water’s switched off and I’ve toweled myself dry, I turn to face him.
“I’ve been a very naughty girl.” I put a hand on his massive chest, the heat searing my palm. “Maybe you should tie me up. Put a chain around my ankle.”
His tail loops around my ankle and squeezes. He’s solemn as he looms over me, there’s darkness rising in his eyes. “I could keep you in a cage.”
I suck in a breath.
“You’d like that, wouldn't you? To be bound and helpless, for me to use however I want,” he rasps.
“I might. As long as you hold me afterwards. Master.”
“Tut tut. Such a needy little pet.” His chest rumbles with a growl, and the arousal hits me like a punch to the gut. Gasping, I splay a hand over his chest, caressing his plum-colored muscles. His skin is so hot to the touch, like a pot left to simmer on the stove.
“Master…” I moan, and he lifts me easily, carrying me into his bedroom. I’m plastered against his chest, his growl vibrating through every part of me. My own body heat is rising, my blood turning to lava.
“On the bed. All fours,” he orders, setting me down. I scramble to obey. His tail spanks my ass and I arch my back, hoping to entice him to fuck me soon.
Instead, he runs his hands over me, as if checking me for injuries. He did this in the shower, too, but now it feels more intimate. Wrapping a handful of my wet hair around his fist, he pushes my upper body down on the bed.
“Look at you, naked and needy, splayed open for me,” Krav murmurs, eliciting another surge of slick from my core.
His tail glides up the back of my left thigh and finds my clit, sliding back and forth between my labia with agonizing slowness. I groan.
“You’d better be a good girl for me.” He spanks me hard enough to make me yelp at the sting. “No coming until I say so.”
I dig my fingers into the sheets, fighting to obey him. My whole body is straining, already on the edge. It’s been so long since I’ve felt his touch.
“I’m tempted to paint this ass red. Mark you so you feel my punishment for days.” He lets out a dark, sadistic chuckle. “I’d tease you the whole time, keeping you so close but never letting you go over, and then, when the last bruise fades… that’s when you may have your release.”
Why does that suggestion turn me on as much as it horrifies me? “I don’t think I’d survive that, Master.”
“You would. I know your body better than my own. I would keep you right on the edge…” His tail presses harder against my clit, and I gasp. “Maybe, if you please me, I will let you come today.” He moves around me, positioning himself close to the bed and drawing me up by my hair to present his cock to my face. I close my eyes, open my mouth, and hum at the salty sweet taste of him.
His tail still delves into my lower folds as he fucks my throat. I rock my knees apart to invite the naughty appendage to fuck me. The tip of his tail dips into my pussy for a blissful second, then it draws out and plunges into my ass. I choke on Krav’s dick, rolling my eyes up to look at him. He’s got hisMaster of the Universe but especially youface on, his expression stern, his eyes whirling with colors. He seems to take pleasure in pushing forward until I’ve swallowed all of him, my lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Only his magic keeps me from gagging. His grip on my hair tightens, making tears spring into my eyes, but the hand on my cheek is gentle.
Cruel and gentle. Dominant and sweet. I open my jaw further and hum, sliding my tongue over the ridge on the underside of his shaft until his eyes roll back and he roars. His wings unfurl, straining to the ceiling.
With a groan, he guides me off his cock and up into his arms. I shiver as he winds a fist into my hair before covering my lips with his. His tongue fucks my mouth in the same rhythm as his tail thrusting in my ass.
I rock against him, needing friction against my throbbing clit.
He breaks the kiss. “Come for me, pet.”
I’m still howling and contracting when he shifts, leaning back so he can set me on his cock. I’m dripping wet and I just came but it’s still a stretch. I watch the hard, purple length impale me slowly. The aftershocks of my first orgasm haven’t faded completely before the crests on his cock find the neediest spots inside of me and I come again. Lightning bolts of pleasure shoot through me. My clit is a live wire, sparking.
“There you go, that’s a good girl, come nice and hard for me…”
“Master…”
“Come for me again. And this time, say my name.”
I’m limp, boneless, seated completely on him like a puppet. My only movement is from his tail fucking my ass, and the friction is enough to send me flying.
