Page 24 of Little Bite of Bliss

I straddled the back of her lush thighs, looking down and appreciating every single feather. They shimmered in the sunlight as if they’d been crafted by a goldsmith. Her back muscles shivered as I traced my fingertips over the divots between them.

She was so strong. Strong enough to put me on my knees with ease and pick me up and dominate me. In my wildest dreams, I’d hoped that one day I would end up with someone who craved my submission. It wasn’t just about the sexual bond between us, it was knowing her. Learning about her.

To be seen by her was to be wanted more than ever before.

She was probably right about the two of us needing to have a proper meal, but it had to wait until after I made her come again. This heat was making me feel like a horny little slut. I was insatiable. All I could think about was being inside her or tasting her or having her crush me between her magnificent thighs. I needed her again and again. Every day, every night.

Her dark hair sprawled out on the beach blanket. I leaned down, peppering kisses over the strong ridge of her left wing. She moaned as I brushed my fingertips over her feathers. They were softer than velvet, and shivered as I kept touching her.

Leni whimpered, her muscles tightening beneath me. “That feels good.”

“I’m glad, Mistress,” I whispered.

I already knew she was wet. I could smell her arousal—a sweet honeysuckle scent I wanted to drown in. How long could the two of us go on like this? I knew that she could go all night and day, and I knew I could too. My stamina had always been supernatural, but being around her made it even more so.

Pre-cum dripped down my cock, over every ridge, wetting my pants. I was going to make a fucking mess, but I didn’t even care. I wanted to make her come over and over again until she finally gave me permission to fill her up with my cock.

I dragged the tip of my tongue down the joint of her wing to her back. Her body arched, a gasp squeezed from her lungs.

“Oh fuck, Archer. Do that again.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I murmured, repeating the motion.

Her voice rang above the waves crashing in the distance. A breeze ruffled the grass and trees, rushing along my skin and making me feel alive. Nothing else had made me feel like this in my entire life. Having her beneath me, feeling her muscles, her soft fur, the way she whimpered and demanded I please her—it gave me purpose.

Leni’s claws dug into the sand, turning it up. “Again,” she demanded, her voice hoarse.

I would stay here forever if she asked me. I would kiss and lick and worship and beg until the day I died and know that I’d fulfilled my destiny being hers and hers alone. My lips peppered kisses along her wings, my tongue tracing, my hand sliding down between her thighs. My fingers dipped into her entrance, and gods, she was soaked. Absolutely soaked. I brought them to my mouth and moaned, my eyes rolling back as I savored the sweet taste of her.

“Mistress, you taste so perfect,” I rasped. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She nodded her head, her eyes closed tight as I kept kissing and worshiping her wings, all while driving my fingers in and out of her. Her tail suddenly wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hand down, my fingertips rubbing her clit.

She suddenly pushed her ass back, moving onto her knees and giving me better access to her. I rubbed her clit faster, small tight circles that had her panting.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

I should accept being naked all the time was the only way to live around her. My cock strained against my zipper and I drew back for a moment, wondering if she’d allow me to take them off.

“Mistress . . . may I take off my pants and touch myself?”

“Yes, but make it quick.”

No one had ever taken their clothes off faster. I tore them away and tossed them to the side, pre-cum dripping from my cock and dribbling on the back of her calf as I nestled myself right behind her. I kissed all the way down her spine again, over the curve of her ass cheeks. I pushed them apart, gripping her tail as I drove my tongue against her hole.

“Fuck!”

Leni’s voice was muffled as I pushed my fingers inside her again, thrusting them in and out while my tongue lavished her. She bucked and writhed and whimpered, all while my cock continued to harden until it was almost painful.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” she groaned. “Put your tiny cock inside me.”

“Yes, Mistress. Should I go get⁠—”

“Use your spit.”

Fuck. My heart thundered in my chest as I let a drop of spit hit her hole, my balls aching to release inside her. I wasn’t sure how it was possible for me to keep needing to come, but she’d unlocked the monstrous part of me that had the stamina of a minotaur bull.

“Fuck me now,” she snarled.