“Ah!” I almost climaxed right then, inside the armor, and I scrambled to push her away.
“What now?” She squirmed closer until she was once more plastered to me, licking and biting at the thick horn.
“It’s… sensitive,” I hissed. “Slow down or this will all end much too soon.”
She made a grumpy noise, before sucking the end deep into her mouth, simultaneously working the bottom of it with her slick hands. “You’re a big boy,” she moaned. “Distract yourself. Think about quantum physics, or the stock market, or land wars in Asia.” She slid her mouth down the outside and sucked on the base, hard.
With a low groan, I begged her again to slow down.
“I heard you were some sort of sexpert,” Feather teased as she ground her pussy down against my waist. “All those millennia of experience, and you can’t handle a few minutes of foreplay? We’ll have to work on your stamina, Rumple.”
All I could do was make a broken moan, and fight not to come. I thought I heard Gavriel snigger, and I sent him an image of me punching his face.We’ll see how you do when it’s her mouth on your wings or your cock,I thought. He went suddenly quiet.I thought so.
“You really want me to stop?” Feather murmured, drawing back at last.
“Yes,” I admitted, pulling free of her wicked, busy hands. Her hurt expression tore at me. “Don’t fret, little one, I’m only standing to do this.” I reached inside my body and plucked at the golden thread she’d put there, singing, reinforcing the note that thread was playing. There was an almost instant effect. The armor I’d cobbled together in the void fell away like water, making a colorful pile of glitter on the floor that reached almost to my knees.
She smiled, shook the sparkling flecks off the sheets, then crooked a finger. “I’d better examine this horn, too,” she teased, reaching for my cock. The damn thing bobbed like a puppy asking for a pat. She complied, murmuring soft words of praise. “Look at you, big boy. So thick, hmmmm… and nice solid ridges,too. I hope that box of Gavriel’s has some lube, because I’m not sure this is gonna work other— Ahh!” She shrieked as I flipped her onto her back, and balanced myself over her, wings extended.
Her eyes went wide as she absorbed my monstrous appearance. “You truly want this?” I demanded one last time, giving her a moment to take in all of it. I allowed the screaming faces to rise to the surface of my skin. Though they weren’t screaming now. They were watchful. Waiting.
“I’m… I’m…” Feather stammered, her eyes skating over every ridge of my abdomen, snagging on my engorged cock. She licked her lips. “I’m living one of my kinkiest fantasies, Rumple. All those monster fudging books? The vampire fanfiction sites? If only Daemoncuck478 could see me now. She’d said I’d never get to bump uglies with anyone with fangs and a forked tongue.”
I winced, closing my mouth tightly.
“Don’t you know me by now, Rumple?” She traced a hand over the edge of one of those wings. “Of course I want you. Now, am I going to have to do all the work? Or are you going to show me what that long tongue can do?”
“Imp,” I growled, ignoring the nearly inaudible sounds of awe and appreciation the souls in my skin were making as I carefully lifted my hands to hold her wrists above her head. Her silver hair was a nimbus around her face, and I had to look away. It was too much beauty, and I’d already embarrassed myself once. I didn’t want to add crying at her glory to that.
But the pert, cherry pink nipples below weren’t much better. I let my tongue unfurl, and traced a looping pathway down her neck and around the slight swell of her breast. When I finally reached her nipple, she was panting and arching her back.
“Patience, little one,” I chided. “I’ve waited so long for this. And I’ve already shamed myself once. I won’t let you rush me.”
She fell back, grumbling, and I took her pebbled nipple into my mouth, being extremely careful not to let my fangs nick her delicate skin. I didn’t dare touch her with my claws either, but my tongue was only slightly raspy in texture. She seemed to like it. When I’d tormented her left nipple long enough, I moved to her right. There was a mating feather there, and as my lips moved across it, I could have sworn I felt a quiver of surprise, but not from my little one.
“Righteous’s feather?” I growled. “You know it makes this breast even more sensitive.” I proved it by worshiping that area, sending pictures of my forked tongue between her soft thighs until she squirmed. “You have such good ideas,” I whispered. I let go of her wrists, then bound them again, but this time in front of her chest, with my tail.
My hands now free to torment her, I worked my way lower, touching every inch of her soft skin, until I gently pried apart her thighs and buried my nose in between them. I stopped for a long, heady moment to breathe in her scent, then drew my tongue in a thick line from back to front, touching every part of her that I would soon claim. To my surprise, her back bent like a bow and she shuddered with her release, crying out my name as she came.
I toyed with her clit, liking the small whimpers of complaint she made. “Let me guess,” I teased. “That’s never happened to you before.”
Her green eyes snapped open. “No, Mikhail probably would have made me come three times by now—oooh! Yes, like that…” she moaned as I bent to my task.
I lapped and licked, thrusting my tongue deep into her, relishing every sound she made, every response. She tasted of roses, spiced cream, and pure, clear power. Once she’d peaked twice more, I drew myself up on my hands, our bodies as aligned as they could be, with her so small.
“You like it, that I’m shorter than you,” she whispered. “It makes you want to grab me and see if we’ll fit.”
“Oh, we’ll fit, little one,” I growled, notching my cock to her hot, wet entrance. I thrust an inch, no more, tantalizing her.
“More, please,” she begged, writhing and arching to try and press closer. “Let me feel you inside me.”
“As you wish.” The music in my soul sent up a paean of joy as I slowly slid inside her.
“Stop,” she hissed.
I immediately stilled and freed her wrists. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she groaned. “Just wanted to do… this.” And without any warning, she pressed her hands to my face, opening her soul to me.
