How foolish I had been to suggest running from her.
With the hand she still holds, I guide her to touch my hardened cock as proof that this form is not only gorgeous, but it is her—and that is all I could ever want.
“You are desired, my flame,” I say, not breaking my gaze from her pearlescent eyes. I withdraw my fingers from her. “Now, chase me before I lose my resolve and fuck you right here.”
In response, her long claws dig deep into my hand, unwilling to let me go. She toys with my cock for a moment, the tip of a blunted claw dragging across the length. I lean into her, moaning into her feathers. If she keeps me here all night, I will be content.
“You’ll have to get away first,” she growls—a challenge. At full strength I have yet to meet a foe I could not best. I tug, but her grip is strong. Nothing like the times she has held me down at my request and I have play-struggled under her grasp.
She has me in more ways than one.
I kiss the tip of her beak, dragging my tongue down to her chin in a way that makes her shiver, but still, she does not let go. I smirk, rising to the challenge. I had thought I’d stay in flesh this evening, but it seems to get away. It seems Heather will not be the only monster flying through the woods tonight.
There is no pain when my body shifts, only the familiar feeling of hardening limbs as they stretch and lengthen. She’s bathed in the red of my eyes. Releasing my hand my flame lunges for my body; it isn’t hard to avoid her, but it is amusing to see those bug eyes of hers narrow.
“I’ll give you a head start,” my fiery monster whispers. “You’re going to need it.” Harsh and determined.I like it.
At her command, I launch into flight, and just as I wanted, she chases me through the sky. Her form is strong and soft all at once and a wonder to behold.
We race, dodging and circling each other, until finally, her talons hook mine, dragging me into flight along with her. Locked tightly in place, we whirl in the sky, free from shame or inhibitions.
“Do you surrender?” she asks, her thighs flush against mine. Her wings flap behind her beautiful and green as the world spinning around us.
“Forever.”
The sharpness of her mouth digs into my shoulder. With merciless ease she clamps down, biting as if I am still adorned in flesh and not a creature of shadow and sky. The second time she bites, the screams from my lips sing through the forest—and I do not mind.
Let the whole world know that I am my flame’s to take.
With ease, she slams us into a nearby pine; high above the forest floor, the rough of the bark scratches against my now folded wings. But there’s pleasure in the momentary discomfort, the way it aches in tandem with the friction of our bodies. I do not mask the whimper that leaves me. If I am to be weak for anyone, let it be for her. Let this woman take my pain, my pleasure, my heart. She will keep it safe, held tight in a place where neither of us hide our desires.
Another bite—this time at my hip, and the bloom of pleasure rises to a peak as she straightens. She grips my wrists, locking my hands over my head.
Our hips are flush, and with each roll of her body, she teases me until I am in blissful agony. When she finally releases my hands, my claws find my way to her hips, holding tight as I position our bodies to meet.
“Desired, my flame,” I repeat. “You are desired.”
“Show me,” she demands, and my bride does not have to ask twice. I kiss every inch of her from heel to beak, letting my handstrail across the hard and soft edges of her body. She quivers under my fingertips, but it’s not enough.
With ease, she flips me onto my back, holding me with one arm. My flame dives toward the ground, dropping my body onto the forest floor. She stands above me, her figure illuminated by the moon, rivaling the glow of even the brightest stars. But, she keeps herself just out of reach of my touch, a gleam in her large eyes, as I writhe with wanting just below her. Weak in her presence, I have shifted back to flesh.
She wants proof of my need for her? I am not above begging. Rising to my knees, I shower her in kisses. “Let me have all of you.”
I line up my cock with her opening, moving inch by inch into her welcoming body. We match each other movement by movement. She grinds into my hips, her body taking all of me so well. She is warm and tight, then suddenly—gone.
Flipping her head back, she screams—and her angelic face replaces the sweet creature I begged to take me. Every one of her forms is like art.
“I’ll need my mouth for what I want to do next,” she says, pushing me down by the shoulders with a force that seems to surprise her. And though her lips are soft on my skin, my little flame cannot help but use her teeth, biting down on the flesh of my calf before she moves between my legs.
Her nose slides down the length of my cock teasingly. She moves her face around in what feels like a nuzzle, pulling a gasp from my lips. She begins slowly, but each movement has the power of electricity. Her tongue knows every way to bring me to the cusp of pleasure-, then snatch it away in a cruel little game that keeps me holding tight to the edge.
I am not finished with her yet-—and luckily, my flame seems to feel the same.
Her hot mouth engulfs my cock, skillfully easing me deeper and deeper into her throat, until her nose touches my abdomen. I am at her mercy. I ache to touch her, but she keeps me pinned to the ground, feasting on my body in a way that makes me senseless.
There is no time to regain my composure. As soon as she releases me from her mouth, she is upon me, straddling my hips once more. She grinds against me, teasing and touching with her hands before impaling herself onto my cock. The sudden sensation rocks me toward the edge, ready to explode.
“Hold onto me,” she orders. “Transformed.” I can do nothing but comply; my bones move easily, throbbing as my length grows inside her warmth. She groans in response, shallowly rocking her hips. I am on the edge of certain bliss as she launches us into the air. Locked in her talons once more, we spin above the canopy of trees.
