He open mouth kisses my pussy, letting his teeth graze my pubic mound. His lower teeth press into the skin below my clit and he sucks as he slides his tongue from side to side. I’m not sure where I am, or who I am, as blinding, white-hot pleasure spears thought my pelvis and tightens my whole body.
My thighs squeeze his head. My fists pull his hair. My back arches and the cloud disguise billows around us as I scream.
We spiral, the wind whipping my hair across my face. I pull in a deep breath as I fear the worst, but then Bastian pumps his wings and we slow, landing somewhere. He shrugs off my legs and lets me slide down his body until I’m cradled against his chest.
“One more?” he asks.
I open my eyes to see we’re standing on a low cliff overlooking the water. It glistens deep blue with the sunshine. Birds call not far away, and the lapping of the waves against the rocks is steady.
My legs arenotsteady. They’re trembling hard in big, muscle-spasmy jumps. If Bastian weren’t cradling my booty, I’d definitely fall off him.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whine.
He hums in amusement. “One more.”
We launch toward the water and I don’t have the energy to gasp anymore. I watch as the lake comes closer and closer, and then we bank. Bastian’s wings flare wide and he catches the wind that pushes against the cliffs. We arch into the side of the island until he tucks his wings in and we move through a cave.
We stop with a heavy thud, but his arm wrapped around my back keeps me from jostling off him. The water is loud in here, splashing as it rushes across the stones. It’s dark. The only light mere reflections of the sun from the water outside.
I look up at Bastian and find myself in awe of his bright glow. His dark magic is always so powerful that I forget it’s flecked with gold.
He smiles as he says, “One more,” then shoves me onto an outcropping of rock.
He pushes my thighs apart wide and looms over me before dropping between them. I’m so sensitive that the first lick feels like fire burning across my skin. He keeps moving in the same rhythmic gestures that make it impossible to think, impossible to ignore.
Two fingers press against my opening, stretching me as he pushes inside. I make a high-pitched sound I didn’t know could come out of me, then cover my mouth.
“No, let me hear,” he says, panting wildly. “Give me everything.”
I throw my arms out wide, pressing them into the smooth, wet rocks in an attempt to hold on to something. He devours me in long, deep strokes that he matches his thrusting fingers. I’m coming undone for him so quickly I’m not sure where the last orgasm ends and this one begins.
When I can’t take another second of affection, I tug on his hair to pull him away. My abs are shaking along with my thighs, and I can’t seem to pull enough air to make my head stop swimming.
He smiles at me, and I grin back at him.
“I think this…counts as all over,” I say on a shaky breath.
He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Only for now.”
My panties and stockings are long gone, so I really hope there’s not much wind on the ferry home. Bastian flies us back to the edge of the forest near our car since I can’t camouflage for shit right now. He takes it as a compliment, as he should.
Rendering a witch incapable of magic because you made her come so hard? Yeah, that’s an achievement, I’d say.
Oscar is snoozing in the back when we arrive, and the ferry is just finishing boarding as we drive up. Not that I would’ve been upset to be stuck on such a lovely island with my dragon, but I’m glad to go home.
I smile slightly as I revel in that thought.
The shop is his hoard. The hoard is our home.
Ourhome…
thirty-eight
Decorations for Days
July slips so quietly into August, I don’t even notice until it’s almost September! We reorganized the shelves to optimize salesandflow, boosting his magic and my revenue by leaps and bounds. We’ve been so busy I had to put up a help wanted sign. No bites though, but it’s okay. I love what we’re doing, even if I’m so beat by the end of the night I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Bastian seems to have boundless energy, caring for me when I’m struggling to care for myself. He uses the microwave like a pro, reheating curry and stir-fry leftovers like an AppleDee’s chef extraordinaire. When I’m too tired to shower, he bathes me, and I feel like I should be too tired from now on because the bath always comes with a thorough finger-fucking that drops me straight into REM sleep.
