I raise one eyebrow in challenge, because I know he’s thinking about calling on a blade now too. Pigeon sends me an image of her drumming her talons on a table impatiently, but I home in on the sharp claws and experience an aha moment.
Oprah was right, this shit really is life changing.
I partially shift my hand until one sharp black talon stretches out from the tip of my finger, and then I close the distance between Treno and me and carefully thread the claw up the crisscross of laces. I pull my hand toward me, shredding the ties and jerking Treno’s body against mine. He gives an approving growl, and I see his gryphon rise up in his eyes, like he’s riding Treno with as much excitement as Pigeon is riding me.
I release the shift of my hand, and Treno’s hungry mouth claims mine as he finally shoves his pants down, and I climb him like a flight of stairs until the inside of my knees are resting on the inside of his elbows. He grabs my ass and kisses me hard as I wrap my arms around his neck. He lifts me up, and I feel him lining up just right and then dropping me down on him just the way I like it.
I moan and revel in how he feels inside of me, and his kiss morphs into a sexy grin as he pulls his lips from mine and seats himself as deeply as he can.
Fuck, I missed this!
He nips at my neck as he angles his hips back and slips out of me to the tip. “This is us, flower, always connected, never to be ripped apart again,” he declares, and then he buries himself inside of me, and I cry out a resoundingyesas I grind against him. He looks around and quickly spots whatever it is that he’s looking for, because he starts walking us to the right as I hold onto his neck and work myself up and down on him.
“Yes, flower,” he groans and sucks on where my neck connects with my shoulder as my thighs slap against his hips, and the beginnings of an orgasm start to tingle between my thighs.
The next thing I know, Treno is laying me down on a soft cool bed of grass and taking control of things. “Mmmmm,” he hums against my ear as he kisses down my neck, over the scar across my throat, and up until his lips are skimming my opposite ear. “It doesn't get better than you on your back, opened up to me and screaming my name,” he purrs in my ear, rolling his hips until he’s lighting up all kinds of things inside and outside of me.
“I’m not screaming your name,” I point out and then clench down as he hits an especially sweet spot.
“Yet,” he challenges, and then he really gets to work.
He closes his mouth around my nipple and immediately hits me with some vibrating tongue as he sucks hard. An orgasm unfurls slowly in my belly, but just when I think it’s going to take its time and crawl through me lazily until I’m squirming and even more needy, it shoots out through the rest of me and sparks a trembling cry from my lips.
Treno moves to my other breast and works in and out of me, unwaveringly relaxed, as he does everything that he can to draw out my pleasure. My orgasm starts to ebb, and I climb back down from floaty euphoria ready for more.
Treno slows his thrusts, his lips scaling my throat until they’re on mine again. I can taste his passion and reverence as though I’m some prize worthy of piety and vows of allegiance. But despite what my vagina is telling me right now, I don’t want to be worshipped, I just want to be respected. I want a partner, not a supplicant. I want what I myself am willing to give. Nothing more and nothing less.
I pour that into our kiss, my lips and tongue asking Treno to meet me nip for nip and stroke for stroke. I roll my hips underneath him, my body begging for him to let go and take us both to new heights. He savors my mouth for a second more and then gives me exactly what I need.
“Yes,” I moan against the shell of his ear when his seductive thrusts turn serious and he starts to fuck me hard and fast the way we both love.
I suck on his neck and then bite with just enough pressure to leave imprints of my teeth on his skin. Treno does the same thing against my shoulder, and it all feels so good that I’m quickly ascending into another orgasm.
“Treno, I need…” I declare through moans and whimpers, our skin slapping together as we crash against each other and then recede like ocean waves against the shore.
“What, flower? What can I give you?” he asks, already reading my body and cries and playing both like I’m something he’s mastered. Like he knows all the right strings to pluck and the sweetest rhythms to coax out of me.
“Fuck,” I groan, falling into pure bliss as his cock once again starts to make my pussy sing. “I need…” I start again, so close to falling off the edge and taking him with me.
“Anything,” he purrs against my mouth, pounding into me as I drink down his declaration.
“I need you,” I finally cry out, and then his name is a claim and brand and a proclamation pouring out of my lips as ecstasy detonates in my every cell.
I come so fucking hard I feel every rune on my body light up, and a pulse of purple magic rockets out of me. Treno groans my name and bites my shoulder hard, shoving into me as deeply as he can go. I scream out as my already intense orgasm restarts like he just hit rewind and then play again.
Treno and all that he is clicks through me, settling in my soul, like he’s as fundamental to my essence as Pigeon is. Ragged breaths clash against sweat speckled skin as we both pant and float in what just happened between us.
My mind is surprisingly calm, like not even it can question the perfectness of what we just experienced. It’s as though my worry and doubt knows there’s no tainting what I feel in every fiber of my being for Treno, and what I know he feels for me.
He pulls out of me and rolls to his back, both of us working to even out our breaths. I chuckle as a case of bliss giggles bubbles up in my chest.
“Fuck, that was good,” I declare, but I don’t hear what he says in return because suddenly Pigeon surges through me.
I automatically give in to the frantic need I feel slamming through her as we shift, and I try to take in what around us has her demanding possession of our body. Treno is on his feet in no time, his cock still glistening with my desire as he looks around in alarm.
Then he also explodes into his gryphon, and panic pumps steadily through me.“Pidge, what’s happening?”I demand as nothing immediately attacks us or shows itself.
Pigeon releases these weird chirps, and then the sound of a small motor starts up somewhere around us. I try to pinpoint where the sound is coming from, but when I land on Treno’s gryphon, confusion surges through me.
