“Feels so good, oh, fuck!” She cried out.
I longed to press my forehead to hers in that moment, but towered too far above her. She solved this by bringing her lips to my chest instead, a gesture that was going tofuckingruin me. My tongue found her ear, teasing the sensitive skin there while the coils that had been wrapped around my shaft began to unwind, seeking her warmth, exploring her entrance with gentle, probing movements.
“What the fuck is that?” she gasped. Kassie reached around to my back, her fingers touching the base of my wings. I arched myback, the sudden zip of pleasure from her hands made me come undone too soon.
I tried to hold back, to keep some semblance of control, but her touch on my wings was something I hadn't expected. It was sensitive, too much, and it shattered me. My body convulsed as I spilled myself onto her, my seed hot and thick, marking her. The room filled with my scent, a deep, musky smell that mingled with hers.
My wings fluttered behind me, my body still rocked against her. Her pants came quickly until she gave the softest moan. Her arms went limp and lay back into the mattress so she was more… pliable.
I groaned when I saw that her hair was messy, her eyes were half open, and her lips were parted. She looked exhausted, and while I had my seed all over her stomach, I could go again easily.
I was still hard, and my cock was still jerking. It almost hurt, and I felt the tiny coils that wrap around my dick slithering to the seed and trying to put it inside her.
My eyes brightened and reflected off of Kassie’s cheeks. Seeing her swollen with a mothling made me feral.
Kassie laughed lazily. “Why are you tickling my belly button?”
I gazed down at her stomach, and out of my cock there protruded a single, smaller coil. It was longer, wiggling at being close to her skin.
That’s new.
What do I do with that?
Instead of panicking, I lowered my head and rubbed my face into her breasts. She laughed, and her hands ran through my hair, her fingers danced through my antennae, making me instantly sleepy.
I purred, my wings drooping behind me as she continued to pet me sweetly.
“Best dream ever,” she said quietly. Her movements became slower.
I hesitated, torn between letting her drift off and my desperate need to cocoon her within my wings. Nothing soothed me more than sleeping with my wings folded around me, and the thought of cradling her inside made my chest tighten with longing.
Not wanting to wipe my scent from her, I shuffled her in my arms. She groaned and held tight to my body as I situated us both on the bed, my wings carefully wrapped around us, her legs carefully tight around me.
I enveloped her completely within my wings, creating a private sanctuary where the only illumination came from the soft glow of my eyes, casting gentle shadows across our intimate cocoon.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as I whispered, "Rest now," and within moments, the rhythm of her breathing matched mine as slumber claimed us both.
I swung my axe for the third time. The tree was massive in circumference, yet I’d already carved through nearly three-quarters of it. As it began to lean, the weight shifted againstitself, and a crack split through the wood. I watched it fall into the forest, landing with a heavy thud.
When I turned back to the stump, another tree was already growing from it. Give it until the end of the year, and it would stand just as tall as the one before it.
This forest would never be empty; there was too much magic woven into it. Though it looked dangerous within its depths, there was goodness beneath the shadows.
I heard heavy swoops overhead. The small sliver of sunlight that broke through the canopy, now opened by the fallen tree, cast a moving shadow across me. It could only belong to another Mothman.
They were loud, so it could only be one person. Lucien.
“Hey, why are you hiding out here? And why don’t you answer your phone?”
I walked toward the fallen tree and set my axe next to it. It fell over instead.
Lucien walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Kassie texted me for the tenth time. She’s worried about you.”
I turned to face Lucien, his red eyes gleaming with concern. "I didn't mean to worry anyone," I said, running a hand through my hair, still sticky from the night before. "I just needed some time to process."
He raised an eyebrow, his antennae twitching slightly. "Process what exactly? That you finally found your match and you're scared shitless?"
I rolled my eyes, picking up the axe again, needing something to do with my hands. "I'm not scared," I lied. "Just... cautious."
