I knew my face was flushed, but I grinned and waved a little as he carried me out. They were nice girls.
“No one will ever be able to ‘sneak off’ to the broom closet ever again. Anyone who steps foot in there will come out shimmering like a disco ball,” I heard Sidney say.
“What’s disco?” Solandis asked before the door slammed shut behind us and the damp night air blanketed my skin.
“I know you’re afraid of heights,” Alistair started in a consoling tone, “but we would get homemuchfaster if I flew us instead of taking transit. I also appear vaguely obscene in my current state—what with my genitalia trying to break free, such as it is.”
I snickered and gave him permission to fly us home, warning him severelynotto drop me. It was terrifying, and horrible, and entirely worth it, because within minutes we were in his bed. If I’d expected mounds of pillows and blankets, I would have been severely disappointed. The man hadonepillow andonethick, whole cloth—and shimmery—quilt. I’d suspected as much after I found him sleeping face down like a plank. At least his headboard was a luxurious, tall, upholstered beige velvet. Which was perfect, because I hoped he was going to be slamming me into it shortly.
Alistair seemed a little shy again as he loomed over me, having had a chance to cool down on the flight over, but I wasn’t going to allow for that. I stripped my shirt off, remembering the reaction he’d had to touching my breasts earlier, and then pulled him down for a kiss.
He kissed me once, twice, delving into my mouth each time, his claws trailing behind my ear and down my neck, and we were right where we had left off. His buzzy purr as he nuzzledand kissed my neck made my face split into a wide grin, but the groan when I stroked my fingers down his chest and abs made me crazy. Alistair was a boob guy. Taking my shirt off had been the right call. He quickly worked his way down and then spent the next eternity kissing and sucking each one in turn, working me into a frenzy. I was panting and sweating, aroused to the point of painfulness by the time he peeled my pants off. I think he probably had several bald patches in his coat from where I’d gripped him too tightly, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“I’m on birth contr—oh!” I choked out as his tongue darted out and licked a long, hot line up my slit. “Oh, stars. Give a girl some warning next time,” I gasped as he suctioned onto my clit, his own grin making an appearance as he knelt between my legs.
He chuckled as he leaned in closer to my apex. “Like this, you mean?” His mouth pressed against my opening, lips rubbing and kissing, teasing and light. I spread my legs wider, inviting more of his attentions, and pressed my head back against the pillow, trying to be patient but needing more pressure. “Mm, that’s a pretty sight,” his voice buzzed against my clit, making my eyes roll back.
I forced my eyes open again to see my breasts thrust into the air as I arched my back, just as his velvety soft hands closed over them.
“I’ve wanted this so much,” he breathed against me.
“You have?” I asked in wonder.
“Every day,” he agreed. “For weeks and weeks.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”I wanted to yell. But I knew. It was the same reason I hadn’t told him.
We were shy.
I wasn’t planning on staying.
We didn’t know if our affections would be returned… We were so ridiculous.
His tongue was sending pleasurable tingles racing up my spine when I felt his antennae brush my sides, skimming up across my breasts to my neck and collarbone and back again. They were wispy and ticklish, the feathery filaments reminding me of ostrich plumes.
“What are you doing?” I giggled, twitching as he found a particularly ticklish spot, only for him to pin my hips down as he continued to lick me.
“Enjoying your scent.”
“With yourantennae?” I laughed.
“Our antennae are a highly adapted olfactory organ. I can smell you for miles,” he said matter-of-factly.
That was a shocking statement, but I couldn’t hold on to it, because I was desperately trying to keep from snapping my legs closed around his head. I didn’t have anything resembling that skinny-girl thigh-gap, and he was probably in actual danger of suffocating. I didn’t want to murder Alistair in the throes of lust. His feathery ruff was brushing against my inner thighs and the backs of my legs, his feathery antennae brushing against my breasts and abdomen. He had two hands on my breasts, plucking gently at nipples and massaging, two rubbing my ass, and he began working his long tongue inside of me as he sucked on my clit. My heart was thrumming a mile a minute as he started buzzing and humming and thrusting his long tongue. I came so forcefully I tried to fold in half, but he held me down.
The giant mothman sat back on his haunches, a huge grin on his face as I lay bonelessly sprawled in front of him. But that grin wasn’t what had my focus. Between his thighs, a giant cock the likes of which I’dneverseen stood thick and proud. My mouth dropped open.
“Wow, Alistair. Uh—”
His cock was—I hoped—fully distended from the area where the bulge I’d felt previously was located. It was longer than myforearm, impossibly thick, and pearly pink on the shaft with a tapered, crimson head that thrust out of a large fold at the end. More fat, heavy folds and veins decorated the length of it, and the whole thing twitched slightly with his heartbeat. The skin looked slippery with some kind of self-lubricant, and pre-cum already leaked from the tip.
“Oh!” He told me in a cheerful, confident tone as I sat up to inspect it. “This is my shuttle!” He palmed his cock in one of his many hands. “It’s very similar to the genitals of your males, except that it’s stored inside my body,” he gestured to his lower abdomen, “until I am sufficiently aroused enough to force it out.”
“And this?” I asked, pointing at the firm, bulbous band that bulged out around the base of his cock.
“That’s my knot,” he explained brightly before dropping into a more comfortable, educational tone. “It’s called a vesica. It swells with sexual arousal and holds my shuttle”—he gestured proudly to his cock—“outside of my body for breeding. Then it swells even further during copulation to lock me inside a female’s receiving orifice.”
Receiving orifice. I mouthed the words.This guy.Wait, his cock would lock us together? “How long would it lock us together?” I asked warily, not having any experience with such a thing. I reached out to palm his cock as I asked, wanting to familiarize myself with it. The folds on it were dense but spongy, and the shaft was firm but had a little bit of give. It was hard to say because I couldn’t wrap one hand around it—my fingers just barely overlapped if I wrapped two hands around it—but I thought with the outer sponginess that maybe we could make it work.
