His teeth clacked shut as I rubbed at it. “Oh, that’s… that’s lovely. That feels… Oh.” His breath shuddered out of him, and then he gritted his teeth as he swallowed convulsively, beforefinally remembering my question. “It isn’t terribly long, I think. Perhaps five to ten minutes? We don’t have to do that. I’d be terribly afraid of harming you.”
I firmed my grip around him and let the skin slide through with the aid of his lubricant. His antennae twitched wildly. “Because you’re so big?” I asked innocently.
“You are very small,” he breathed out raggedly.
I bit my lower lip as I considered that, watching his face as I stroked him. He looked like he was in agony, and it was delightful. I wanted more of that. “I think I’d like to try,” I told him, crowding his lap so that I could rub the tip of his cock along my opening.
“Oh, goodness,” he wheezed as I lined him up and eased down on the tip. His whole body was vibrating with anticipation. I focused on taking him a little at a time, stretching myself around his girth, thankful for the lubrication that flowed out of me from his earlier efforts, as well as the slick coating he provided himself. Every bump and fold promised this would be a worthwhile endeavor, if I could just get him inside me. We were both panting heavily by the time I had him fully hilted, except for his knot. I didn’t think that would make it inside. I felt impossibly full, stretched to the max, and when I clenched around his cock, all the breath gusted out of him.
He’d been a perfect gentleman, waiting patiently no matter how much it pained him while I worked my way down onto his shaft, his fingers all clenched into the bed underneath him. But now he groaned and rolled his hips, and then, panting and deciding that wasn’t enough, rolled me onto my back and pushed back into me. He was vibrating intensely, and I knew he was trying not to thrust because he didn’t want to hurt me.
I gripped his ass, the one I’d stared at so many times in our yoga classes, and told him he could move.
He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in until I could swear I could see the tip of his cock bulging against my belly, rolling his hips until he was fully sheathed inside of me, and then repeating the process. “Lilith,” he said in a rumbling rasp. “This is… I fear that breeding you has become my new favorite thing.”
I couldn’t respond. I was in another dimension. I hadn’t known that it was possible to have my consciousness dicked out of me, but that’s exactly what he was doing. His size when he was pressed over me like this was overwhelming, his shaggy mane and muscular arms and chest like a hot, silky wall against my body. His hands stroked the sides of my abdomen and breasts before reaching his lower two down to grip my thighs. I was grateful for our yoga classes as he pulled my knees up to my ears so he could bury more of his cock inside me, finally breaching my opening with his knot. I could feel the intensepopevery time he thrust it inside of me. His wings began to pulse behind him, powering his momentum as he picked my lower half up off the bed with the force of each of his thrusts. His enthusiastic vibrations pushed me over the edge. I orgasmed three more times before he finally plunged into me, his knot swelling far larger than I had expected, and emptied his hot seed inside my body. We lay there gasping for several minutes, locked together at our point of contact, and enjoyed our sweaty, enforced cuddle time.
“My plants will all die,” he mumbled tiredly.
“What? Why?” I laughed at the strange non sequitur.
“Because this is all I want to do for the rest of my life.”
Chapter 10
Lilith
The next few dayswere a blur of not-enough-sleep for both of us and more “enforced cuddle time” than was probably healthy. It became a game to see how quickly I could force Alistair’s “shuttle” from its hiding place within his body, and my questing fingers and bare breasts were often enough to leave him a babbling, twitchy mess with a drooling cock. We ravished each other nearly every moment we weren’t at work, and it was painfully difficult to tear myself away from his vibrating, thrusting body long enough to eat. I spent more time at his place than my own, making sure to stop in to check on my plant and weird little toadstools, but otherwise we were working or in his apartment. He’d even started tucking me into his bed at night, complete with a kiss on the forehead, before he left for work.
I refused to think about the future, living in complete denial that anything could ever change. I was simply content to be amazed that he felt the same way about me that I did about him.
One evening I came home from work early, and since I knew he wouldn’t be awake yet—and I wouldn’t be able to keep myhands off of him if I were close enough to touch him—I stopped by my apartment downstairs to check on the mushrooms and make me some tea. It would give me a distraction so he could sleep longer without me pawing at him with my greedy little hands.
I’d just filled my kettle and set it on the stove when a spectral messenger glimmered into existence above the worktop to my left. I blinked at the unexpected flicker of light, taking a moment to comprehend that I needed to pay the toll, and then reaching into my pocket to take hold of the little calling stone that was hidden there and push a tiny bit of my magic into it.
“Good eve, my lovely Lilith.” Boylen’s voice drifted from the swirl of light, taking me by surprise.
It was all at once comforting and concerning. The timbre of his voice reminded me of my childhood—of potting up seedlings with my mother in the back room of her brother’s nursery, of filching candies from the bowl in his office that I figured out later he only ever put out when he knew I’d be coming, of helping unload supply deliveries for him as a teen for overly generous amounts of pocket money, of pep talks and consoling pats when an interaction with a customer didn’t go the way I wanted after he’d officially hired me, of an offer to take over his position as the day-to-day manager at his beloved nursery. But I was also concerned because there was something off in his voice. A tiredness that wasn’t usually there, or apprehension perhaps.
“Good eve, Uncle Boylen,” I greeted in return, allowing the spectral time to convey my message. “Is something wrong?”
A dry chuckle sounded into the empty space, followed by a barely audible sigh. “You know me too well, Lilith. No, no, nothing iswrong, as it were. I’ve just had a lot on my mind today. I’m calling because we need to discuss theotherniece in my employ.”
“Melantha? What’s wrong with Melantha?” The kettle began to hiss, so I removed it from the heat and poured it into the teapot to steep.
“It appears it is time to do some restructuring.”
Confusion set in, various scenarios flipping through my mind, and I paused in my pouring, holding the kettle aloft while I thought. Surely he would have told me if she’d been failing at her job or he needed to replace her as a manager for one reason or another.
He continued, unable to see my obvious bewilderment. “Her husband is nearly finished with his internship at the clinic here in the city, and as expected, was offered a permanent position there.”
“Oh, that’s great!” Relief flooded me. I was happy for her and her husband, Ellin. She’d told me often how hard he’d worked to secure that internship and the full-time employment that he hoped it would bring at the kinesthetics clinic for wyverns. He loved working with the smaller ones the cart drivers used and had even taken an interest in the racing wyverns at the local track.
“It is,” my uncle agreed. “However, he’salsobeen offered a position a few hours away at the clinic in Eastwood Heights.”
“Oh.” I suddenly saw the problem. If he took the position in Eastwood Heights, the commute would be too far for Melantha to work at Blossom and Bonsai any longer, and my uncle suddenly had a management opening to fill there… or at my shop, if he needed me to come back and take my old position already.
“Indeed,” he agreed, hearing all my unspoken conclusions from that one syllable. “And after much discussion, they’ve decided to leave their decision up to you.”
