“Please, Az!”
I drive into her in one long stroke, making both of us groan.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Little fairy, you take me so well.”
I set a punishing pace from the start, my hips snapping into hers, the bench creaking beneath us. My claws dig into the padding on either side of her. Around us, the watching court has begun to move again, seeking out partners of their own, but I barely register them. There's only her. Only the wet, perfect grip of her pussy around my dick, only the desperate sounds spilling out of her.
“Mine,” I growl. “Say it.”
“Yours.”
“Whose?”
“Yours, Az. I'm yours!”
I drive deeper, tilting her hips up, my tail curling under them to press against her clit. Her fourth orgasm crashes through her with no warning, her cunt squeezing me so tight my vision goes white.
I let the pleasure take me.
The roar that tears out of me shakes the chamber. I empty into her in long, shuddering pulses, my body folding over hers, my wings snapping wide and then wrapping forward, shielding us from view as the last spurts leave me.
When I can think again, she's trembling beneath me, her hand reaching back to find mine, lacing our fingers together.
“That was…” she breathes.
“I know.”
As I bask in the glow of Simone's pleasure, the sounds of the surrounding debauchery start grating on my nerves.
My consort must agree. She turns her head to look at me. “Take me away.”
I straighten, gathering her up against my chest. With a thought, we're covered in our clothes, my human glamour sliding back into place.
I gather the ether and move us, leaving my court to their festivities.
The gardens of this estate stretch far and wide. Night-blooming flowers top slender stems, and Simone bends to inspect them with a small sound of delight.
“What are these?”
“Sirenias. They only open in Hell. They have a sister flower in Heaven that opens there.”
She straightens, walking beside me with her hand tucked through my arm. We stroll, in no hurry, Simone admiring the plants.
“What's that one?”
“Black hellebore. Don't touch it.”
She laughs, pulling her hand back. “Noted.”
We walk in silence for a while until Simone pauses under an archway covered in climbing flowers, lifting her face to a bloom that's just unfurling above her.
“It's beautiful,” she says softly. “All of it.”
I turn her to face me, my hands settling on her waist. “You'rebeautiful.”
She tips her head up. Her eyes shine in the facsimile of moonlight that Lethe's heavenly attributes manifest in this area.
“Thank you,” she says. “For tonight. For… all of it.”
