She walks to my right and lifts a palm.
“Ready?” she asks.
I nod.
Her hand flattens and a zing of pleasure shoots through the membrane and spreads to the joints that hold my wings together. My body shudders, and my eyes roll back into my head because she’s not just pressing her hand to the membrane; she’spettingit. She slides her palm and fingers over every inch. My cock leaks with precum, soaking the front of my pants.
I’m panting, my legs threatening to give out.
“Yes, Farrah, that’s good,” I say between breaths.
“Pick me up,” she orders, and I don’t hesitate.
She wraps her short legs around my waist, her warm pussy dragging over my groin.
I close my eyes at the feeling. She moves her hips in circles, and I squeeze her ass in response. She hums but doesn’t stop. Trusting me not to drop her, she moves onehand to my horn and wraps her fingers around it, fisting it up and down.
Her other hand presses against the wing over my right shoulder. She drags the fingertips over the surface.
“Fuck,” I groan.
The friction of her sweet cunt on my dick while touching my horn and wing at the same time is too much.
It’s too good.
It takes only a few more seconds before my body quakes with an orgasm that intensifies as Farrah’s own release merges with mine.
When I’m done, cum soaks the front of my pants. Farrah goes limp in my arms while breathing heavily into my neck.
“That was amazing,” she wheezes.
I hum my agreement and run my hands up and down her back.
“Let’s get cleaned up and then I’m going to feed you. We’re going to need it tonight,” I say and walk us intomy bathroom.
We shower together. Farrah lets me wash her body and hair. It’s sensual, but we don’t let our desires take hold because both of our stomachs rumble with hunger.
The faster we rinse off, dress, and eat, the sooner we’ll be fucking and solidifying the bond.
Finally.
Instead of cooking, I order sushi takeout. It arrives within thirty minutes, and we sit on stools at the kitchen island.
“What’s it like being old?” Farrah asks before using chopsticks to stick a piece of her spicy crunchy crab roll in her mouth.
She scowled at me when I said that didn’t count as sushi, then she threatened to use her hunter skills on me to kick my ass. She keeps saying she could fight me, and I might need to take her up on the offer… and immediately follow the fight with lots of hot sex.
“Old, huh?”
She rolls her eyes while chewing. “I mean living for as long as you have.”
I set my chopsticks down, swallow my bite of salmon nigiri, and take a deep breath.
“It’s been lonely. I mean, I had Xander and Thorne, but living hundreds of years not knowing if I’d ever find a mate… feeling that hope slowly fade as time passed, especially when you realize the person or supe you just met isn’t ‘the one,’ became draining.
“That being said, I experienced a life of firsts. I traveled around the world and met some amazing beings. I witnessed historic events, some that I’ll never forget because of how tragic yet beautiful they were to experience. I’ve loved every part of my thousand years, but there was always a part of me missing.”
My little mouse sniffs, staring down at her plate.
