“Can I touch?” I asked, and my heart sped up when he nodded.
“I’m yours, Angel,” he said simply.
Before I could question myself, I reached out to feel it and ran my fingers down its length, marveling at the smoothness of the skin and how hard it was to the touch. Surely it had to be painful with his flesh being this hard. A glance at his face told me he very well might be in pain, his expression one of deep concentration. His breathing became more broken as I touched and fondled, exploring the slight curve of it and the thick veins that wrapped around its length. The sack underneath was soft but firm, drawn up tightly against his body. The glans at the top was particularly sensitive, causing him to clench his jaw and breathe through his teeth when I rubbed the pads of my fingers over it. Even the veins in his arms stood out as he gripped the sheets beneath him. Poor man was definitely in pain. I tutted at him and hoped what we were about to do would help him to feel better.
I watched his face as I raised up and centered his length at my opening, dragging the tip through my wetness multiple times to ensure it was well coated. I’d heard enough stories to know that would help with his size. His breaths were harsh, and his jaw clenched harder as he gripped the bedding even tighter with desperate fingers, trying to restrain the little movements his hips were beginning to make. But I found I liked the movements and got distracted as I began to roll my hips. A little more exploration had me chasing the feeling of his fat glans circling my opening and pressing through the folds around my clit.
“Ah, Doveling,” he choked out, hissing through his teeth. He flexed and released his muscles, fighting himself as he panted for air. “Can I—may I touch you?”
I broke into a fit of giggles. “I’m currently sitting on your penis,” I said with a laugh, rolling my hips again as if perhaps he needed a reminder.Such a sweet man.
He released the blankets and slid his hands up my legs, finally beginning to cup my thighs, caress my hips, cradle my breasts. Even the slight roundness of my belly received attention as he coddled every curve he could reach.
I took his hardness in my fingers again, lining him up with my opening and testing how it felt as I pushed him inside of me. I gasped as the thick, firm head of his cock entered me, stretching me immediately as I lowered myself onto it as gently as I could. Victor’s head tipped back, eyes shut and mouth dropping open as his fingers tightened on my thighs. I rose up again, then lowered myself a little farther this time, allowing him to fill me a little more with each successive motion. I looked up to see him watching me through his eyelashes, the tendons in his neck standing out from the tilt of his head. A mild flare of pain made me wince and I hesitated to wait it out, but his hands quickly pulled me up enough to remove the pain.
“Are you okay?” he asked hoarsely and waited until I nodded. “Go slow,” he instructed. His entire body tensed as I lowered myself onto him again, his eyes hazed over in concentration as I waited for the pain to fade, and after a few deep breaths it started turning to pressure and fullness instead.
As I began to relax, I realized he was practically trembling with his efforts to keep still and not cause me more pain.
“I’m okay,” I assured him, but he lifted a hand to pinch his temples as if he too were in pain.
“I can’t unknow this feeling, Celeste,” he groaned, dropping his hand back to my hip as he arched against the pillows. “This is—” He couldn’t finish his sentence. His eyelids fluttered as his breath caught in his lungs. He made a choking sound and his hips spasmed as he fought to control himself.
I set my hands against his chest to help me balance and kept most of my weight on my knees, testing the feeling of him inside me again. A little sore, but not necessarily painful. “You can move,” I told him, and his response was instantaneous. Still gentle, but hemoved, his hips driving up into me reflexively.
He wheezed out a sharp breath as he thrust into me. “Is that okay? Are you hurting?” His eyes were feverish, and his cheeks flamed.
“I’m good. This is good,” I assured him.
Little by little, his hard cock burrowed deeper into me with each thrust, until finally, he was hilted entirely within me and I was able to seat myself firmly on his hips. I took a moment to explore the strange sensation of being filled so completely, something I’d never experienced before. I felt like I could feel him in my lungs. “I’m okay,” I assured him again before he could ask, concern written all over his face.
And I was okay, but I would never be the same again. It wasn’t even about theactitself. His tenderness and vulnerability, being this close to him and seeing him entirely unbound, taking himinto my bodyhad changed me somehow. Again, something I hadn’t expected but wholly welcome. I knew exactly what he meant when he said he couldn’t unknow it.Thiswas why my people believed that a couple weren’t married until they had come together like this. Well, now we had, and he was trulymine, in the culture of both our peoples.
I found that, if I rolled my hips in the same way I had when he had been pressed outside of me, I could get the same stimulation as before, but now it was even better because he was filling me, rubbing places I hadn’t known existed until just now. His pubic bone gave the perfect amount of pressure when I shifted my hipsjust so.
“God, I could listen to you make those sounds every day of my life,” he breathed, driving up into me with little movements even as I rocked my hips against him, increasing the pressure on my clit and directly causing the staccato cadence my keening was beginning to take on.
I wanted to do this for hours. His hands caressing my breasts, fondling my hips, plucking at my nipples. He’d apparently remembered my reaction to his touch on the underside of my wings, now reaching with purposeful fingers to trail his fingers up my back and through my feathers. It was his face, though, the pleasure and pain and vulnerability there, that pushed me over the edge. The rolling pressure of his hips driving into me one more time caused a tensing inside of me that triggered a wave of pleasurable contractions as I came again, this time on his cock. My muscles clenching around his swollen girth seemed to completely overwhelm him, and he gasped like he’d been shocked, his thrusts becoming hungry and wild. His ragged breaths culminated in a broken gasp as his torso curled up against mine and his cock swelled impossibly further and spasmed inside of me. It was heaven. Bliss.
He came back to himself slowly—his hot breath on my neck, his cheeks stained pink, and looking at me like I held all the secrets of the universe. “Are you okay, Angel?” he whispered, bringing his knuckle up to brush it down my cheek. All I could do was smile with my heart in my throat as it threatened to escape my mouth and tell this man everything it felt about him.
And I may not have won the war forhisheart yet, but I knew in my bones that I’d won a battle.
Ihadsomehowcreateda monster.
It was a thrilling monster as far as I was concerned, but Victor seemed distressed by the change in his body and how his physical need for me had flared to life seemingly overnight.
“This can’t be normal,” he practically growled to himself, vexed with the constant erection he seemed to be sporting beneath his trousers. He was agitated and concerned by the fact that his body seemed to have awakened to a new base need that left him throbbing and uncomfortable multiple times throughout the day.
I could only try to smother my giggles in response. As far as I knew, that was indeed the normal reality of many men, but he seemed so anxious about it that I couldn’t help but want to help. I’d started it, after all. And in fact, I found that milking his cock to provide him relief had become one of my favorite activities. And he enjoyed “servicing” me too, but I think I found a special pleasure in assisting him with his…troubles.As such, over the following week, he had taken me while I sat on the library table, bent over the library table, him sitting in the high-backed chair, me folded in half on the library rug, with his hand over my mouth in the shadowy alcoves that lined the hall, against the closed door of our bedroom, and several creative positions on the bed. If Helda or Yasgrot weren’t around, he had my legs in the air and I was crying out for him. If they were, I was furtively draining his balls in a dark corner somewhere while he panted and groaned over me. It was the best week of my life—even if he seemed positively dismayed at his sudden need for me.
“Doveling, this can’t be healthy,” he hissed at me in a whisper-shout as I tried to see how much of his erection I could fit inside my mouth. He’d gotten that annoyed look on his face just moments prior that said his cock had grown stiff again and he couldn’t concentrate on his language studies, so I’d lured him to the stacks in the back of the library and found his cock to be rock hard and hot to the touch. His cheeks were perpetually stained pink these days, the blood rushing to them a telltale sign he was struggling with the tightness in his groin again that he needed my help relieving. And I was delighted to do it. Watching the helpless pleasure take over his hard expressions of vexed frustration was an aphrodisiac all its own. The way all his indignant aggravation would melt off of his face as I took him in hand or into my body only made me want him more.
“Angel, please,” he said in half-hearted protest as I tried out a bit of suction around his cock, and his hips bucked ever so slightly. His gasping breaths and quiet moans of pleasure made heat pool in my belly and between my thighs. The light begging just made me even more enthusiastic. “You could choke,” he said, but it came out breathless.
I tried relaxing my throat but didn’t find much success there, so I settled for light suction and just taking him to the back of my mouth instead. I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock to make up for the rest of it.
His jaw dropped open slightly, and his mouth moved as if he were trying to speak but couldn’t quite find the words. “Oh, god, why is this so hot,” he finally choked out from above me as he gripped the shelving for support.
