Oh, yeah.
We fucked like monsters, claws tearing at fabric, wings flapping. My ass squelched with an abundance of lube and his precum. He roared when he came inside me. Heflipped me around and sucked me into his throat. Holding him by his horns, I fucked his mouth, and he gulped my cum down, his tail swishing and spiraling in the air like a cat’s.
I looked up into the mirror above the bed, at the image of us together, with our horns, claws, wings, and tails, doing unspeakable things to each other like two demons from hell. We looked beautiful… Immortal.
I loved half-shifted sex. I was so much more sensitive in this form. And Terry’s dick got longer and harder too, pushing me to the limit of what I could take. But my body was changing for him, and even half shifted, he could impale me to the root.
I hadn’t fucked him yet. I hadn’t asked. Maybe it wasn’t his thing, which was fine. My earlier desire to make him take it one day had been fueled by frustration and wanting to own him. But now my dragon sensed that, however unlikely it was, this man did belong to me. Unless I fucked up horrendously—which could happen—he was mine.
Terry kissed up my cock and licked the ridges before crawling up my body and sharing the taste of my cum with me. We shifted back while kissing. His skin softened, and his muscles went pliant under my hands.
“You’re a great fuck,” he said. He bit my lip teasingly.
I snickered. “You too.”
“Let’s go for a swim. Then you need to start getting ready for your big date tonight.” He said it lightly, but it made me uncomfortable anyway. Was it only in my head, or did my fake date with Olivier bother him?
“I don’t want to go anywhere.”
Terry ignored my whine. He slapped my ass lightly and rolled off the bed. “C’mon.”
We swam in the pool, then I showered and shaved. I chose a dark-blue designer suit I’d only worn once before.It had peacock feathers embroidered on the lapels. With a black shirt underneath, I hoped I looked sufficiently glamorous.
“The car is waiting outside,” Terry said, eyeing me up and down.
“How do I look?”
“Great, as always.” But he had those tense brackets by the corners of his mouth, and the crease between his eyebrows deepened.
I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and breathed him in, closing my eyes. He always smelled so good. “You say one word, and I’ll cancel.”
“No,” Terry said sharply.
I looked at his face and balked. He seemed angry. “Terry?”
“Get on your knees.”
Holding his gaze, I sank to my knees. Whatever he wanted.
He cupped my jaw and rubbed his thumb over my lips.
“I don’t like it.”
“I’ll cancel.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. You’ll go and be on your best behavior. You’ll be attentive and polite, and you willnotflirt with him.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
He pushed a thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
“You look so nice in your suit. You’re ruining your pants kneeling for me like this.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t with his thumb stroking my tongue. But he’d told me to kneel, and I would, for however long he wanted me to. Screw the pants.
“If I forbade you to go, you wouldn’t.”
