Monqilcolnen swallowed, and he offered his throat in concession. My chest heaved. I wanted this—him—so badly.
Turning around, I stuck my butt out. “Lick me.”
Tentative hands grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Monqilcolnen nuzzled down my crack, and I pushed back, desperate.
“Faster,” I ordered.
His tongue fell on my hole, and I stifled a cry of pleasure. Monqilcolnen moaned and his tail coiled around my ankle to keep me close.
“You like my taste, don’t you?” I asked, breathless. By the Crystal, it was hard to keep this up when he was making me feel so good. His tongue was relentless on my rim, working me with expertise.
“No,” he growled. “I don’t.”
I shoved my butt further back and curled my tail around his neck, tight enough to keep him in place but not enough to constrict his breathing. We hadn’t discussed breath play, and it wasn’t something I enjoyed receiving or giving anyway. “Yes, you do.”
He growled again, but his attack turned feral. He sucked and bit my hole, then forced his tongue inside me with a low moan. Monqilcolnen fucked me with his tongue until I was biting my hand to keep from crying out. It was so good. So impossibly good.
“Enough,” I snapped. I was too close.
Slowly, he pulled back, though his hands lingered on my butt for longer than necessary.
I faced him, my cock dripping and chest heaving. I smirked down at him, nudging his dripping cock with my foot. Monqilcolnen whimpered, wiggling in his kneeled position. I pressed my foot against his erection, grinding, and he cried out. More pre-seed leaked over my toes from the assault.
“It sure appears as if you enjoyed my taste,” I commented.
“I didn’t,” Monqilcolnen growled.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.” He whined when I shoved my foot harder into his cock.
“Yes, you are, and you best get used to it, because my taste will be the only one on your tongue for the rest of your life.”
Monqilcolnen didn’t or couldn’t reply between his pants, but he did draw back, or rather, tried to.
Grabbing his hair again, I forced him to look up at me. His golden eyes were narrowed in defiance. I snarled, “You will submit to me.”
“Never.”
I swallowed. I wasn’t going to last if we dragged this out much longer. I flicked off the water and ordered, “On my bed.”
Monqilcolnen stiffly stood. I pushed him all the way out of the bathroom to the bedroom, while he fought me every step of the way. I shoved him onto the bed, and Monqilcolnen stared up at me, his chest heaving and pupils blown wide. His thick cock was leaking all over him.
A tad nervous, I grabbed my harness. I had never worn it without using it to contain my wings. The second I slid it on, Monqilcolnen groaned and pre-seed escaped even faster. He was leaking so much. The straps didn’t fit right, and it wasn’t comfortable to wear like this, but seeing Monqilcolnen this aroused was enough to make me bear it.
I grabbed the lube, then knocked his knees apart.
He shook his head. “No, please don’t.”
I paused, checking to make sure Monqilcolnen wasn’t actually wanting me to stop, even though he hadn’t used his safe word. He swatted my butt again with his tail.
“I said you would submit to me,” I growled, settling between his legs. “You are mine. Your body is mine. I will take my pleasure from your hole. Willing or not.”
“Please,” Monqilcolnen begged.
My breath turned harsh. Monqilcolnen was so much larger than I, and while I could hold my own in a fight, he could force me off him. His willingness to submit, to play, to surrender was far more arousing than I would’ve thought possible. The trust he was giving me, to not hurt him, to stop if he needed, was so beautiful it made the backs of my eyes burn and my cock throb while pre-seed continually dribbled out of my slit.
With a growl, I flared my wings and grabbed his throat. Monqilcolnen tilted his chin back, letting me have even more control, and whimpered, though his cock was twitching and his hips were bucking.
