I smirk.
Hazel whimpers.
My tongue teases over her drenched cunt, and I loop my arm around her pelvis to tease her clit. I dip my forked tongue inside her opening and practice fucking her with it.
I quirk an eyebrow at Zephyr. He could kiss her or tease her tits or something. The man just continues to stare at me with an unimpressed frown.
Oh, well.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.
It’s the same principle.
You can lead an angel to fun, but you can’t force them to want to fuck.
Hazel’s tits bounce against Zephyr’s chest as she really gets into grinding back to fuck my tongue. Her euphoria pulses in the air, and every lungful that I suck down only succeeds in boosting my magic to even higher, almost unimaginable heights.
Damn.
That angel really is useless.
Whatever.
He can continue to watch with that sourpuss look on his face.
I wrap my tail around, brushing it over her nipples. She gets so much slicker, and I preen.
See, I don’t need any backup from that lazy, feathered fuck. I’ve more than got her pleasure covered, and I haven’t even whipped out my dick.
Hazel sobs, nodding frantically against Zephyr’s shoulder.
I smirk, focusing the forked end of my tongue on her G-spot. She’s going to lose her mind when she feels the sides teasing it independently.
I’m not wrong.
She gets so loud that my chest puffs with pride, and she gushes as her orgasm washes through her system.
Her entire body jolts, and I only grow smugger.
I wait until her core stops convulsing and pull my tongue free of her pussy so I can stretch around her back to suck down the excess lust she’s spilling.
She lazily kisses me back, but I can sense how exhausted her system is.
My dick sheds a proverbial tear.
Oh, well.
There’s always tomorrow morning.
Things get weird over the next few days.
Zephyr follows Hazel around like a puppy—or a dutiful protector, depending on how you want to look at the situation.
Hazel keeps her mouth firmly closed about what she is, so I follow her lead like any good boyfriend would.
That disaster is going to blow up in both their faces.
Zephyr isn’t exactly being truthful, either. He spends a lot of time worrying about when he’ll have to leave on his next assignment, and he hasn’t said a word to Hazel about any of that.
