I hummed, slurping my way up and down his erection. That was when I felt the tentacle-like wrappings around his shaft come apart and begin to reach for me, as if trying to pull my head down onto him.
“Pull away. I’m going to… I’m going to…”
I put my mouth back around the head and sucked, ready to swallow what he could give me. His claws tugged at my hair while the tentacle-like coils stroked my cheek and neck.
Atlas bucked his hips, pouring his come into my mouth. I did the best I could, but this being my first time, I could only manage so much.
Practice makes perfect, I guess.
Atlas kept my head down, his claws tickling my scalp. I tried my best, but it still spilled from the corners of my mouth. Tears escaped my eyes, but I was no quitter.
He sighed, his wings drooping beside him. I lifted my head and wiped my mouth with his shirt.
That was freaking insane.
Atlas’s head leaned over the back of the chair, his tongue hanging out.
“You alright here?” I stood to check on him. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, and I squeaked as he pulled me into his hold.
“Female, you are insatiable. I very much like these blow jobs.”
My legs straddled him. When I shifted to get more comfortable, his dick was already hard—or maybe it had never really gone soft again.
“I can tell.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Maybe I can give you some more.”
Atlas let out a calming purr that felt more like affection than seduction, but my body reacted anyway. It must have been the come I was sitting in, brushing against my most sensitive places.
“I think it is my turn for my tongue to taste you next time,” he purred.
My body heated, and I rubbed myself along his cock. A moan slipped from me, and I knew I was in trouble all over again. “Um…”
Atlas sniffed the air, his antennae shooting straight up. “Oh no… I did it again!”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Atlas
Ifelt I could retire every pleasure toy I’d used over the years. For a human—and with all the rumors about them being so fragile—my Kassie has been incredibly resilient.
She was always wet, dripping for me at a moment’s notice. After she gave me the pleasure of licking my cock, she slipped back into a sex frenzy from my come, by rubbing herself up and down along my length.
Not that I minded.
She screamed and cried, tears streaming down her face, when I turned her around and took her over the table.
Taking her from behind was my favorite position, but Kassie says there are so many others that would rock my world. I was all for it—especially after she told me she loved me.
Love. Such a tiny word to hold so much weight. I noticed how Kassie's voice still trembled when she tried to say it. Before she returned to town, I needed her to feel completely secure in our bond. Only then would I reveal what completing our union truly means.
I shut the bathroom door behind me with a gentle click. What I wouldn't have given to join her in that steaming water, but it was impossible. These wings of mine and what Kassie lovingly called my "fine fur" made bathing a nightmare. The dense coating soaks up water like a sponge and holds it for days, even with a blow dryer running nonstop. Last time I tried, I smelled like wet, land animal for a week.
I was just glad I was able to build my home with a full bathroom just in the tiniest chance that I ever did find a female human of my ow so she would be completely comfortable.
My subconscious and fate must have foreshadowed this whole thing.
I was able to bathe and clean her the way I wanted before I finally stepped away. I may have touched her in places that were definitely beyond what was necessary for a thorough cleaning, but I didn’t hear any complaints. I left her satisfied, and I was certain she would want more later.
But the stained glass windows that cast colorful light across the bathroom, and the flickering candles, created the perfect sanctuary for Kassie to unwind before I claimed her again once she emerged.
