Something about that expression set me aflame. No responses popped up for me, and I wasn’t shocked. While I’d never engaged in an adult experience with anyone before, I did know that all were left up to those who engaged. We were guided—passionless sex—but it was up to us, and how we acted would affect the story. I wanted to follow the storyline, but another part of me was simply desperate to throw myself at him. I had missed Wyn so much these last few days.
“Lie down,” Wyn ordered.
I lay on the bed. It was an odd experience, as the technology couldn’t simulate the pile of furs in texture, but it supported my weight. It didn’t really matter, though. Most of my focus was trained on Wyn standing in front of me, so confidently, with a smug smirk on his face. My wings were out and my tail was reaching for him. I kept having to pull it away. Wyn, my Wyn, gave me a quick smile and flicked his tail against mine. It felt like a sign that he was acknowledging this was merely a play between the two of us, not how we truly felt.
“This is simply for the clan. No romance will exist between us. Nothing,” Wyn said as he slowly slipped his clothes off beforeswinging on top of me. He hovered above me, his wings wide, and his cock firm. “You are to lie here and take what I’m willing to give. Do you understand?”
My soul throbbed in time with my cock. “Yes.”
Thankfully, we’d been warned beforehand that this session would involve the possibility of sex, so I’d prepared and brought a bottle of lubrication. I never wished to make Wyn uncomfortable, let alone harm him.
Wyn snagged the bottle and put some on his fingers before he bent toward me, his hand going behind him. I groaned when I saw his face contort. The thought of him fucking himself with his fingers, of getting himself ready for me, aroused me more than I would’ve ever thought. My cock throbbed, and a bead of pre-seed rolled down my shaft as I watched Wyn thoroughly fuck himself while his breath turned harsh.
He stared down at me, his eyes hard, and something about the expression made me whimper, sinking more fully into my submission. I never would’ve thought I’d enjoy someone having power over me, but I did. Wyn sank down on my cock, and I moaned at the tight heat that suddenly encased me. My hands instantly went to his hips, but Wyn smacked me away.
My eyes prickled, and I couldn’t help but avert my eyes.
“This,” Wyn said, groaning as he rode me, “is not romance. Do not touch me.”
I whimpered, surrendering fully to him.
Leaning forward, Wyn placed a hand around my neck, his fingers gripping me hard enough to make my pulse leap, and growled, “You belong to me.”
I knew this was simply the characters we were playing, and yet my soul sped up at his possession. “I’m yours.”
His fingers tightened. “Yes, you are. Mine to do what I want with. You have no say, no voice.” His tail gently brushed my calf, soothing any possible hurt I might feel.
Wyn pressed down on my neck, his fingers like a necklace, but he didn’t cut off my air supply; he was merely asserting his dominance and possession of me, which I loved. I submitted to him, tilting my head back and giving him complete access to my throat. I rocked my hips up in time with Wyn’s downward movement. We easily found a rhythm; our bodies knew each other and remembered each touch, brush, and movement.
I fucked up into him, the slick, tight heat of him clutching my shaft. “Wyn,” I pleaded, unsure of what I was asking for. All I knew was I needed him.
“Mine,” he snarled, and I moaned.
Tingles rushed down my spine to the tip of my tail, and my balls drew up. My release wasn’t far off. This was going to end so much quicker than I wanted. Wyn moaned as his movements grew faster and more needy. He whined, and an equally desperate noise escaped my lips.
“Wyn, I’m close,” I whispered. He’d told me I couldn’t touch him, so he’d have to stroke himself if he required that to finish.
“Not yet,” Wyn said, slamming down on my cock. “Your release belongs to me. Even moan, every gasp, every part of your pleasure is mine to give or take away.”
I cried out, my cock throbbing with need. I clamped down on the feeling. I would wait until Wyn had finished and allowed me to come.
He rocked on me, moaning and whimpering. I planted my feet wider so I could rut into Wyn harder and faster to match his desperate movements. Fingers tight around my neck, cock leaking all over my stomach, Wyn screamed out his release as spurts of white seed painted me. Wanting to come with him, I bucked up into his tight hole, which was squeezing me tightly.
“Wyn,” I begged.
“Come,” he panted, basically lying on top of me.
It only took a couple of thrusts before pleasure swept down my spine and flooded me with warmth. I cried out Wyn’s name and my arms went around him without thought; my instincts demanded to keep him close.
Our chests heaved, brushing against each other. Wyn leaned up enough for our gazes to meet. I arched for a kiss, but he moved away.
“I told you,” he said, “this is not romance.” With a grimace, Wyn went up on his knees, and my softening cock slipped out of his hole. I whimpered, but he ignored me and pushed my arms away. Wyn got off me. “This is all we are.”
My instincts burned. I needed Wyn to stay close. After sex, I required cuddling, even after the instinct to remain close passed, and he was neglecting both. “Wyn,” I whispered, shaking my head. I wasn’t sure how to convey that I wasn’t well. “Pragmatic.”
“NAID, end session but leave the scenery up,” Wyn ordered.
I reached for him, and Wyn didn’t deny me this time. He lay next to me, and my arms came about him to pull him closer. He cupped my cheek, brushing away a tear that had slipped out. Kissing my shoulder, he whispered against me, so close I could feel his breath rush over my scales, “It wasn’t meant to hurt you.”
