With Raven on the floor, his face was at the level of my shaft. Perfect. Holding his stare, I slid my hands down my throat and over my chest to twirl my fingertips over my nipples.
Raven leaned forward, dropping his arm.
I played with the little buds for a few seconds, and then continued my path down, over my belly. Pointer finger dipping into my bellybutton, I splayed my hands over my abdomen.
The King's lips parted with a sigh.
Emboldened by his lust, I moved down to my hips, framing my sex. Arching my back, I rubbed my thighs, and my cock bobbed. Moisture beaded at the tip.
Raven's stare locked on my cock. He licked his lips.
Breath coming faster, I moved my right hand inward. My fingers dipped into my curls. I spread them around the base of my cock and slid my hand down to lift my little sacs. They ached in the best way, anticipating what was to come.
“Oh, fuck me,” Raven muttered.
“I'd rather you fucked me.” I touched the tip of my cock, rubbing the glistening bead into my flushing head.
With a growl, the Dragon King grabbed my hips with one hand and the base of my cock with the other. The wet heat of his mouth startled me, and I shuddered as pleasure shot up from my shaft to dance over my nipples. My wings whooshed open and fluttered for balance as everything went upside down. The world spun, forcing me to close my eyes and trust Raven to keep me from falling.
He did. One strong arm wrapped around me, forearm angled up to brace my back as he sucked greedily on my flesh. No one had ever sucked my cock as he did. He made the act feel like a possession. Ravenous sounds came from him, vibrating into me to ramp up my pleasure. My hands slid through his silken hair and clutched his head. But I didn't have to pull him closer. He consumed me like a starved, savage animal, grunting and gobbling with wet sounds that made me shiver uncontrollably.
Rallying, I found my balance and spread my legs to steady myself. Raven's hand immediately slid down from my back to split my lower cheeks. A finger found my entrance and pushed. Gently, in and out, he worked me until my muscles relaxed, and I opened to him.
“Raven!” My back, wings, and neck arched while my gaze went to the pale ceiling.
The King knew I was seconds away from coming. He drew away from me right as I began to crest, and the pause sent my body into wild confusion. I went into spasms as he stood and took me into his arms.
“You win, my foundling,” Raven whispered in my ear. “Tonight, I make you mine.”
His words sent another spasm through me, and I was helpless when he laid me on the bed. My wings stretched out to the sides, hanging off the bed on the left, but he seemed to like the display. Crawling between my thighs, Raven grinned. His smile was wicked, triumphant, and a touch possessive.
“I'm ready.” I opened my thighs wide and reached for him. “Come inside me, my Raven. Make me yours.”
With a groan, Raven fell forward to prop himself up on his forearms. But then he realized he was on my feathers. He cried out in dismay and sat up.
“You didn't hurt me. I'm almost healed.” I lifted my wings higher to give him room, bending them at the central joints. “See? I can bend both now.”
Growling, Raven grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed a few inches. It gave my wings more room to open. Still, he didn't lean forward. Instead, he lifted my legs and pushed them apart. Biting my lip, I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs up as well, exposing myself.
His night-darkened stare went down, and he licked his lips again. I yipped when he dove for me and then grinned when I heard his surprised sound of delight. Our lunch came with a bowl of powdered, dried strawberries blended with sugar. Raven had enjoyed it on the sliced fresh fruit they'd given us for dessert.So, I secreted the bowl away. It was the powder I had applied just before leaving the bathroom. Down there. The flick of his tongue was well worth my efforts.
And then his tongue slid into me.
“Oh, dear Gods!” I moaned and pulled harder on my legs, opening myself as much as I could.
Raven licked me until I was dripping and then lifted his head. “Strawberries? You are a naughty boy.”
Panting, I looked down my body at him. “Do you like it? There's more. I can dust other parts of me.”
“Later,” he growled and surged to his knees.
I don't know when Raven had divested himself of his shorts, but he knelt naked between my thighs, his cock thick and bobbing. I planted my feet on the mattress so I could let go of my legs and reach for him. Raven canted his hips forward to give me what I was after, and then moaned as I stroked him, drawing the moisture down from his tip.
“Enough!” he cried and fell forward again. This time, his forearms hit the mattress, and he lifted himself to bring our lips together.
I clutched Raven's broad shoulders and writhed for him, rolling my hips to rub my cock against his stomach. I wouldn't hold back now. I was going to allow myself to indulge my passion as fully as he did. The thought of going wild with him made me writhe more.
While tangling his tongue with mine and sending me into a mindless state, Raven reached between us to grab my shaft. Instead of stroking it, he squeezed, pulsing his grip up anddown. I cried out into his mouth and tried to pump into his hand.
