I nip at his earlobe. “Again,” I say. He chuckles, and then he does exactly as he’s told.
If I thought he was fast before, I’m now learning that was only Rook’s medium-fast sex setting. I call out his name over and over again, and it’s simultaneously a prayer, a plea, and a warning not to set my vagina on fire with the current speed and friction. This is clearly not his first rodeo, and I’m not even mad at that. Just give me all the orgasms, and I couldn’t care less about anything else.
“Hold your knees and spread for me,” Rook orders, and for a moment, I question how the fuck that’s going to work, but then I remember that I now worship him as a sex god, so I do exactly as instructed.
I unwrap my legs from around his waist and drop my hands from his neck to support under my knees instead. His one hand on my ass supports most of my weight, and his chest presses hard against mine, keeping me pinned to the wall.
His other hand comes up and buries in my hair, and he tugs lightly at the strands. I groan in approval at the tender sting of pain. Now that I’m spread obscenely for him, the current position lets Rook hit all kinds of new things inside of me. He gets to work again, and I’m a mewling, begging, complimentary mess in no time.
“Are you ready?” Rook asks me, his lips caressing the shell of my ear.
I have no idea what he’s asking me, but Rook could tell me to ignore a real-life Baby Yoda right now in this moment and I’d do it. He’sthatfucking good.
I moan, and Rook must take that as a yes because the next thing I know, his train of feathers are compressing together, and his tail flips up between his legs and slips between us. It caresses the base of my filled pussy, and my breath hitches when it grazes over my clit.
I can feel the soft feathers first, and then I get the firm, smooth scales as he applies pressure, the end of his tail pressing down on me in a weirdly perfect way and making me jolt.The new sensations take everything to a whole new level, and I start to wonder how I’ll ever be the same after this.
He’s going to turn me into some sex-crazed puddle of blissed out mush, I just know it.
Meh, there are worse ways to go.
He never slows his pace, as his tail works to tease me, the perfect combination of firm and soft, flicking and pressing. He fucks me like lightning striking down against the earth, so fast that the thunder of my moans has to chase it to catch up.
Rook pulls my hair lightly, just enough to have me tilting my head back so he can nip and suck on my neck. His tail moves again, gliding from my clit to wrap behind me, and then it starts to slowly circle my asshole.Oh, fuck.
The movement matches up with the circles his tongue is creating on my skin before he nips at a spot and then sucks it into his mouth. He tilts my hips, his hand squeezing my ass tight enough to leave a bruise, and this new angle hits a perfect spot inside of me while my clit is being stimulated with every drag of his cock. When his tail pressesjustinside my back entrance, I’m a goner.
My sudden orgasm is thunderous as it booms through me, and I’m completely lost to sensation. I feel like I’m slowly breaking apart into a million atoms that are just exploding out into the room, and then I’m suddenly snapping back into place, screaming out his name.
“Yes!” Rook roars victoriously, like my current state is all he’s ever needed in life. I feel his pleasure jet inside of me as he climaxes, filling me up with the red-hot cum that all male cockatrices have.
Rook’s release feels more scorching than anything I’ve ever felt before, but that doesn’t surprise me. Female cockatrices are built to withstand any level of heat, so it doesn’t burn so much as warms my insides in a way that makes me feel like I’ll be able to glow too. It’s like he’s coating me from the inside out, bathing me in our mutual bliss. It’s an incredible feeling. I’ve never felt so satisfied, safe, or cherished as I do right now.
Thrusting up, he buries himself deeply one last time, like he wants to ensure every last drop hits its mark. His actions almost feel like they’re sitting on the cusp of a claiming, but I dismiss that thought and chalk it up to just the most epic sex. Ever.
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I’ve officially been fucked speechless. I couldn’t even talk if I wanted to. My brain refuses to form words, so I just end up mumbling gibberish and then sighing in contentment as the last of my orgasm ripples away.
Chuckling, Rook untangles his hand from my hair and drops his hold back to my ass where his tail is wrapped around me possessively, the feathers petting the curve of my butt cheeks. I pull my hands from my knees and wrap my arms around his neck again.
We just stand there, tangled against each other, breathing it all in. Rook nuzzles my neck, and I lean into it like some lovesick teenager. I feel shattered, but in the best possible way.
How have I gone my whole life without knowing that this is how it can be between two people? I get it now. I get why people call sex intimate. It was never that way for me before. Fun, pleasurable, disappointing—but never intimate.
I realize that my tail has gotten in on the petting action too, and my tail feathers are currently running up the outside of his thigh and back down again.
“That was…” Rook starts.
“A-muh-zen,” I slur at the same time he exhales, “Perfect.”
Can orgasms make you high? I feel so fucking floaty right now.
I pat him on the back like I’m wordlessly sayingwell done, and Rook chuffs out a laugh. I can only imagine the blissed out smile that must be stretched across my face, but I can’t actually feel my face to tell for sure, so whatevs.
As if he’s not ready to let me go yet, Rook keeps me in his arms as he picks me up off the wall and carries me to the iron cot that’s been built to hang out of the wall. He sits down on the flat mattress, keeping me straddled in his lap.
My knees hit the cool metal of the bed frame, and I wonder how long he’s going to stay inside of me...not that I’m complaining. He could probably announce that we’re going to now stay like this forever, and I’d bump knuckles with him and be cool with it. I side-eye myself at that realization.Get a grip, Sinclair. No dick should have that much power.
His tail runs its feathers up my spine in a soothing caress, and Rook pushes my hair back from my face. It wasn’t really in my face to begin with, so I get all giddy at the thought that he just did it because he wanted to touch me. I mean, Iampretty amazing, so I don’t blame him, but it’s good that he agrees.
