“I’m not begging,” I say, my voice a needy whine.
“You are driving me crazy, female.”
“Good.” But my satisfaction is thin because the orgasm I thought was building is fading away just as quickly.
“I’m not gonna beg you. Not ever.”
“Then you’ll never be fucked by me,” he says simply. “But look at all that delicious honey leaking everywhere because you need me so badly.”
There’s a wicked glint in his eyes as he says it, he’s so close now.
I’m desperate now, adding a third finger, pumping in and out of myself as fast as I can, but it’s not doing anything. It’s not enough.
“Even three won’t stretch you far enough for me, Lily. Even with all that delicious honey you’re wasting, three won’t be enough for you to prepare for what I feel like inside of you.”
I moan, because I know he’s not just bragging.
“Let me help you,” he says a plea to his voice. “Tell me that you won’t be angry if I help you, Lily.”
He’s so close now, his face pressed against my inner thigh as he watches my fingers work me.
“You said I had to beg,” I whine, my need for him making me out of my mind. The more I touch myself, the worse it gets. I thought it would take the edge off, but it’s only making it worse.
“You can beg so prettily, though, can’t you, Lily, with those pink lips?”
He reaches out a talon, brushing it against the apex of my sex, and I nearly wheeze at the difference between our touches.
“Beg for me, and I will help you with this. You’re so tight that it will take a few days to get you ready to take all of me anyway. Even with the heat, even with this delicious honey.”
His tongue sneaks out, and he licks my thigh where I’ve dripped all over myself.
“You’re such a fucking mess for me. I thought we were going to clean you up, but I guess I’ll have to do it with my tongue.”
“Please, Zan, please do it with your tongue,” I plead. “This is me begging. I swear I want it. I’m begging you. Please help me.”
“That’s a good fucking female,” he says, and that’s all it takes for him to do what I need, what we both need.
His hands bracket my upper thighs, and I moan as he pushes my legs further apart. He licks me slowly, cleaning me up.
“You taste so sweet,” he moans. “Sweeter than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”
His words vibrate against me, and the orgasm I thought was fading away starts to build again.
“Zan!” I call out, and he looks up at me with satisfaction and lust.
“Hold on to my horns, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, his lips brushing against my already swollen clit as he says it, and it’s all I can do to grab onto the ridged purple horns protruding from his silver hair.
His wings spread wide, and then he’s on me, ravenous.
His tongue mimics what I tried to do myself, but it’s so much better with him. It’s right.
It’s all I can do to hold on as he pulls my legs further apart, then wraps them around his neck, and I cling to his horns, guiding him, pulling him closer, wanting even more.
When my orgasm finally erupts out of me, I’m calling his name, hoarse from begging, exactly like he told me I would.
And the wildest part is, I’m grateful.
