“You naughty thing.”
“I’ll be the naughtiest thing you can imagine,” I tempt, pussy clenching on his finger. I’m always hoping that he’ll surprise me with an outrageous suggestion, but he rarely does. It doesn’t matter, because whatever I say, he gladly follows.
He purrs and sinks beside me, finger still inside. “I want to watch, too.”
“Mm!” I gladly obey, teasing my nipples with one of the longer inky feathers, cupping and squeezing my breasts. My show can’t compare to Lennox’s, who takes his long, talented tongue and lets it graze over the tapered tip of his cock.
I sit up, losing his finger but gaining a spot by his thigh. “Keep licking the tip for me, baby,” I whisper, moving my mouth along the side of his cock.
I drag my tongue up and down, a bolt of pure heat going to my clenching pussy muscles when our tongues meet on his crown. “So hot watching you suck your cock for me,” I praise.
“So hot watching you play with those big soft breasts and that tight little pussy,” he whispers back, tongue retracting.
I lean forward, breasts smoothing up the sleek fur on his legs until my tits nestle on either side of his cock. His tongue lashes across my nipples one second, then fences with mine the next. It’s a hot, primal mess of touching and sharing everything, and I want more.
Want him. Always want him.
She always wants me, wants more of me. I cannot fathom it, even after months. When she puts her mouth down to suck greedily on the swollen hump of my shaft where my beads of cum lie, I can’t wait any longer. I push her to the side, fluff and feathers cascading off the bed in a “whoosh” and landing all over my wings and back as I shove my aching cock into her, curling it to fit, ramming my hump against the mouth of her sex.
Cindy screams in pleasure and arches her hips upward to grind her clit to my hump—the hump that rapidly disappears as she brings herself to a swift orgasm after our foreplay. Her tight, wet muscles clasp and shiver, pulling me deeper towards her womb. The slit at the tip of my cock looks for the soft nub of her cervix as I feel the round pearls filling my shaft. As the hump deflates, my shaft hardens, filled with treasures for my mate, seeds for her garden.
Cindy’s legs curl around my thighs to keep me close as her hands dig into my back. Her wetness christens my freshly grown-in setae, marking me as hers.
“I will mark you as mine,” I growl, lost in sensations, lost in us.
“God, yes. Yes, I’m all yours. Always yours.”
Tension ebbs out of me as pleasure burns through. My release is fast and hard, making us both cry out, making her bulge and squirm as I fill her and remain inside, giving the bubbles of cum no room to escape. Eventually, her heat will melt them, and my essence will pour from her—a thick, opalescent tide.
“Love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too.” Cindy writhes on me, and I know that she’ll come again soon. “Wait... Isn’t it Wednesday?”
“Yes.”
“Honey! We have book club and canasta!” she yelps, starting to move her hips more insistently, chasing a second peak.
“Oh! We do!”
“I was supposed to come home from work, grab a snack, and change.”
“I know... But... Maybe we should stay in tonight.” I grab her wrists and keep them pinned to her sides so I can thrust into her more determinedly, helping her find the friction she craves.
“Ooh.” Her eyes light up. “I want to, but I said I’d be—”
I rub my cheek across her breast as I bow my spine.
“But I’m not feeling well. And I need you to take care of me,” I point out with a smirk.
Her eyes light up. “Does treatment consist of massaging you all over?”
“While naked. Yes. Absolutely.”
Cindy snorts out a laugh. “This is all your fault. You and your feathers.”
“You love them.”
“I do.”
