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While he petted me—a sensation I hadn’t realized I needed so much—I gave in to my instincts and licked him. His neck, the bite, his pair of tiny nipples, the slight ridges of his abdomen… When I could go no lower in that position, I lifted him and turned to deposit him on the bed again. The way he splayed his lean legs open for me and how his cock already leaked with want of my attentions drove me to my knees to continue licking him.
And sucking him. The high-pitched and startled sounds he made as I drew his cock into my mouth was like the most moving piece of music I’d ever heard. I held his thighs spread wide and teased him with the prick of my claws as I squeezed his muscles. His fingers scrabbled at my scalp, tugged my ears, and he wasn’t shy about letting me hear his every gasp, holler, and moan.
My Owen was so very responsive, as though I was the first to ever touch him.
When my own desires had me desperate for him, I flipped Owen over onto his stomach and pushed one of his legs up to open him. I growled as I realized I'd put the lubricant back and lunged for it. Sweet Owen didn’t move a muscle. Quickly, I slicked myself and, in an instant, I seated myself inside him, my knot already expanding to stretch him open further. Owen wailed his pleasure, humping back against me as I fucked him, my knot no doubt grinding on his most sensitive places in the very best ways.
One of his hands disappeared beneath him, and I assumed he meant to touch himself to spur on his release. But no, little Owen reached lower to feel where we were joined. His smooth fingertips explored the stretch of his hole and how my cock filled him. I slowed down, savoring his touches, and couldn’t resist whispering to him.
“Are you mine, Owen?”
“Oh… Oh god, yeah.”
I ground against his fingers, and he moaned wantonly.
“Will you receive me every night?”
He made a whimpering sound and nodded against the bedding. “E-every night. Days, too. When-whenever!”
I could feel he was close to coming and now couldn’t resist pinning him again. Biting him had him going stiff beneath me, a wail of release clawing free of his throat as his body shuddered and twitched. My claws sank into the bedding as my own orgasm came upon me and I lifted my head to moan through it, cock buried deep inside him and filling him yet again.
Since I knew he liked the weight of me on him, I stayed where I was as we calmed. He wiggled against me, pressing his ass firmly into my hips as though determined not to lose my cock. He took one of my hands and moved it under his cheek, resting his head on me and closing his eyes with a sigh. My sweet little touch-starved mate… I wrapped more of myself around him, willing to give him whatever he needed for as long as he’d let me.
“Py, this shower isn’t big enough for both of us.”
Morning had found me waking alone to the sound of running water, and I’d immediately set out to find the source. With his hair wet and slicked back from his face, Owen’s blue eyes were impossibly large as he stared up at me from within the bathing chamber. And when I picked him up and his legs immediately went around my waist as his mouth popped open, his beautiful eyes seemed to grow even bigger.
As did his cock as it pressed against mine.
“Now we fit in here just fine.”
He bit his bottom lip as he grinned, fingers smoothing my wet hair back from my face even as his hips rolled to grind us together. I turned and leaned him against the wall of the chamber, making him gasp at the cool material against his skin. Holding onto his ass, I fucked against him, rubbing our wet cocks on our stomachs and watching him gasp and moan.
The water fell across us both, wetting down most of my hair and cascading over his nearly hairless body. Goddess, he was a lovely shade of peach until he slowly deepened to dark pink as his arousal built. He was my first human, and I was desperate to remember all that there was to learn about his desires.
“Py! Ugh… So good.” Owen rocked with me, his legs squeezing around me tighter than I’d thought he could. It made my claws come out and prick against the cheeks of his ass. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”
Owen coming then threw me over the edge with him, and the scent of our sex filled the small space. I drew in deep breaths of it, savoring how perfect we were together. With a mighty groan, he went limp in my arms except for the occasional muscle twitch, and I held him close as I recognized his trust again.
I had duties to attend to, but oh how I longed to spend the next fortnight bringing off my Owen in every possible way.
“You better have meant it,” Owen mumbled, “when you said you were attached because I think I’m addicted.”
I smiled against the top of his wet head and maneuvered us under the water before my allotted amount ran out. That Owen claimed such things aloud pleased me greatly and made it easier to set him on his feet so that I might clean him before attending to my day.
“I meant it,” I told him as I massaged soap into the wavy locks atop his head. “If I could, I would permanently embed my cock in your ass.”
He snorted a laugh before rinsing his hair with a grin on his upturned face. When he added soap to his hands, I expected him to wash the rest of himself, but he looked expectantly up at me. I held my hands out, indicating that he might wash any and every part of me that he wished to touch.
With a giddy little noise, Owen started on my chest by creating a great lather of white bubbles. I stood still as soon as I realized he was also exploring me, letting out a delighted hum when he found each of my six nipples. His hands delved into my hair from shoulders to groin where he fondled my sac and the sheath at the base of my cock. When he reached deeper between my legs, I obliged him by turning around.
Now my tail seemed to fascinate him as he stroked it repeatedly. The suggestive move was not lost on my cock, which rallied eagerly for another round. And when Owen’s nimble fingers teased my hole, I briefly reevaluated my preferences.
Owen had me switch places with him to rinse myself as he washed his body like he was in a hurry. His cock was only semi-hard, and I wondered if I had exhausted him. I stepped out of the bathing chamber to allow him to rinse off while I attempted to calm. My baser instincts might be heightened right now, but that didn’t mean I had to obey them.
I was standing in front of the dryers when Owen emerged. He wiped water from his eyes and watched me in a way that did not help my erection to abate. Those eyes of his… I would do anything to have them always on me.
“Should I use that, too?” he asked.
