“New rhythms. I fantasize about hunting down every spot they missed. Those little neglected places of pleasure, the ones no one’s taken the time to uncover. I’d press my mouth to them, suck, lick, and prod until you give up a sound you’ve never made before. A pitch so sharp it’d live in the walls.”
“T-Talon—” She cries out, the word breaking on her tongue, and her hand jerks faster, obedient to the picture I’m painting, desperate to feel it for real. She whimpers like I’ve touched her, like my words have slid between her legs.
“I’d worship you, baby,” I whisper. This time I can’t help myself. I slip my hand under the waistband of my shorts, gripping my dick. I almost choke at the sensation. “Slow. Thorough. I’d keep pushing until you forgot every stranger who ever touched you, forgot your own name, forgot everything butmine.” My fist moves up and down in unhurried strokes, and her eyes hungrily track the motion. I want this moment to last. I may never get another like it.
But what if this is all she needs?
Aurora’s right. We’ve been so busy feeding her regularly, we’ve never thought outside the box. Maybe the sexual power from within can sustain her?
Maybe this could be us now? Me directing her every move, her every touch, confessing every filthy thing I’ve harbored for years. Things I know she’d adore. Things she’d beg to hear more of.
“Keep going,” I tell her, as I grip the base of my dick.Fuck, my wings want to spreadso bad. "Don’t stop now. You’re so close, sweetheart.”
Maybe I would get a pair of special gloves? Maybe I could lay the sheet over her and rub her sweet little cunt until it wets the fabric? I’d have to pull away often so I didn’t burn her, but maybe quick little touches?
Maybe we could make this work? Imperfectly perfect.
Aurora's body shakes, her thighs clenching around her hand. Her pink hair has darkened and matted against her forehead, dampened by the beads of sweat that trickle down from the intensity of her effort.
“If I could touch you,” I say, words shaking now, “I’d kiss my way up your thighs so slow, you’d forget how to breathe. I’d part your lips with my tongue and learn the exact rhythm that makes you fall apart.”
She cries out, bucking into her hand.
“I’d pin your hips with my hands, hold you down while I fucked you with my mouth, make you come so many times, your power would crack the fucking walls.”
“Please—” she gasps.
I’m burning alive with the need to claim every sound spilling from her lips.
“I’d kiss you while I slid inside you. Hold your jaw in one hand, your hip in the other. You’d be begging for that massive dick, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Fuck,” she chokes. “Talon, yes—please?—”
My cock is aching, leaking, and I give into a little more speed as I devote my every word to her. What I would give for some of her wetness on my hand, around my dick.
“You’d ride my face like you were made for it,” I growl. “You’d come on my tongue and cry my name. And I’d keep going just to see how many times you could break for me.”
“Close.” Her lashes flutter. “I'm so close.”
I step forward again and crouch down, leaning in. I can smell the sweet, addictive scent of her slick heat.
“I’d spread you open with my fingers,” I whisper into her ear, still jerking off. “Slow and deep until you’re dripping for it. Then I’d slide in, inch by inch, and ruin you for anyone else. I’d fuck you like I’ve waited a thousand years,” I murmur. “Because I have. Every day I’ve held back, I was dreaming of this. Ofyou.”
Her moan fractures into a sob. Her hand moves faster. Her thighs shake. The glow spreads, thickening the air around us. Her power spikes, bright and coiled and teetering.
“Say it, baby,” I whisper, knowing exactly how to push her over the edge. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps. “Always—fuck—I’m?—”
She shatters.
Her cry rips through the room—raw, high, holy. Her hips jerk, legs locking around her hand as her body arches off the bed. Her pink glow crackles, lightning alive beneath her skin.
Her orgasm hits in a violent tide, her climax clawing up the air until it grips me by the throat. My knees nearly buckle. My lungs seize. My cock throbs with brutal, aching force before spilling in hot, bright spurts in my shorts. I gasp and groan as the pressure explodes from me in a geyser.
My soul claws toward her on instinct, mad with the need to reach her, mark her, fuck her until the fire in my chest finds a home.
She chants my name while her body is a pulsing, living star.
