Pshhh, swallowing down my breakfast whole and angry itching my boobs, he doesn’t bat a lash at, but asking about possible scary lake predators gets me the judgy eyes?
Treno cracks up and starts shaking his head. “No, nothing that’s going to gobble you up except for me,” he states casually. And then the fucker throws me unceremoniously into the lake while I scream, “What about the egg thing?”
I pull in a deep breath mid-flight and hit the water with an epic cannonball worthy splash. I sink into the cool water, and it feels so good he’s immediately forgiven for the throwing. It’s surprisingly clear, and I instantly feel better that if there is anything that might want to lay eggs in my anus, I’ll see it coming.
A massive male form drops into the water on my left, and I kick up to the surface with a gasp and smooth strands of hair back from my face. Treno pops up laughing, and I immediately rain my wrath in the form of splashes down upon him. He quickly retaliates, showing no mercy whatsoever, and that’s when I pull out the big guns.
Wings shove out of my back, and I immediately recruit them to aid in my assault. Treno may have me beat on the splashing front because his arms are so fucking long and big, but so is my wingspan. Treno calls on his own wings, but I’m hammering him with so much water he’s going to need to start calling me Niagara Falls. He shouts and huddles over, lifting one white wing and waving it like a flag of surrender.
I pause my watery onslaught. “Do you give up?” I ask, victory and amusement sprinkled through my tone.
He turns to me, a wry smile on his face. “Never!” he declares and leaps for me. I squeal and try to splash him into submission again, but he’s too fast.
“Cheater!” I scream-giggle as I turn and try to escape the arms winding around me like octopus tentacles.
“How dare you!” Treno mock gasps. “The mistake of trusting me was yours, flower,” he teases, and I wiggle, weak with laughter, to get out of his hold.
I’m about as effective as a floundering fish out of water, but I can’t stop laughing.
Treno turns me until we’re chest to chest, and his smile and answering laughter make me feel all warm and gooey inside.
“First rule of battle, flower. Never give your opponent the benefit of the doubt. They’ll use it against you every time,” he jokes as he pins me tightly against him.
My purple gaze grows devilish, and I shove my hand between our slippery bodies to grab his cock. I circle my hand around it and smile when he freezes.
“Second rule of battle, Treno,” I parrot cheekily. “Never leave your cock unprotected, it’ll get used against you every time,” I tell him saucily, leaning in until our lips are a mere hair’s breadth away.
“You’ve caught me with my wings bound and my pants down,” he admits on a breathy chuckle, his hard-on jerking slightly in my grasp. “Then again, I could say the same thing,” he adds, dropping his hand from my waist and running his fingers through the folds of my pussy.
Want fills his blue and purple gaze, and I nip at his bottom lip.
“Mmmmm. What can I say, you got me,” I admit, my voice dripping with need. I lean back, spreading my legs and giving him better access.
His other hand drops slightly to support me better in the water, and I internally cheer. Just as Treno licks his lips and moves his fingertips to circle my clit, I use my wings and arms to start splashing him again. He yelps in surprise, releasing me, and I hurry back and give myself a better position for victory.
Treno laughs and shields himself again.
“First rule of battle!” I shout out, smug as fuck.
“Truce...Truce!” Treno calls out, and I stop my attack and pull my wings into my back.
He swims slowly toward me as I tread water and hungrily watch his languid approach.
“Beautiful, wise and understanding, smart, and...diabolical,” he tells me, adding to the list of my qualities that he named earlier.
“And never forget it,” I tease, booping his nose when he’s close enough.
He reaches out and pulls me to him again. I wrap my legs around his waist and take in the feel of his large hard body against mine. I don’t know what I’m going to do without these giant sized males and all their giant sized parts if I ever get home. It’s very possible that I might be ruined.
He has several tattoos on his arms, and I find myself wanting to trace them with my fingers and then with my tongue. He has a large symbol on the inside of both his biceps and a horizontal line of smaller symbols over his left pec. Something about them feels familiar, and I get the distinct impression I’ve seen them before.
“Ahh, that’s better,” Treno observes as he fits us together
A flash of Ryn fucking me yesterday and telling me that I belong with him, just like that...forever, pops up in my mind, shattering the odd sensation I have about Treno’s tattoos. I shove everything away and focus on the here and now. “It is,” I agree breathily, and Pigeon shoves her enthusiasticI’m also on boardthrough me, and I chuckle.
Treno’s eyes ask me what’s so funny.
“My gryphon has plenty of favorable opinions and ideas about what she’d like us to be doing right now,” I tell him on a laugh.
