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And it happens as predictably as night follows day.
Because this consort has obviously been designed for me
The Fates cursed me until the day she hobbled up to my mountain, but finally they gave me the kindness my own Creator-Father would not.
In her they have given me hope and a future.
So as her slick explodes forth from her pussy to make passage for a cock as large as mine, I take advantage and shove in, to the hilt.
Not my hilt, but hers. My understanding of consort anatomy is limited, but my cock is shoved in as far as it will go before meeting a soft wall. Only about as half as long as my cock is, but it is enough to have even the front half fully encased in her cunt.
I drag out and briefly break from her succulent teats to look down at my cock, drenched with her fresh slick, and then I grin and shove right back in.
It is still a fit so tight as to be almost impossible.
She heaves and curses and her legs come up around my back, almost spread-eagle as they attempt to wrap around me.
I grab one with my hand, careful to retract my claws. And I hold her open to me while I pull back again and plunge back in.
She howls, but the way her eyes are rolled back in her head and the fresh wetness that springs on my cock, she is enjoying all of this, even if it surprises her.
A fresh charge enters my veins.
I am a good lover to my consort.
I grab her underneath her back and allow my wings to do what they naturally want. We lift off of the table and then there is nothing to hold us except the constraints of gravity.
She gasps, and she wraps her little arms around my neck.
And I grab her luscious ass and squeeze, holding her to me as I plunge in again with my cock.
I flap my wings languidly at first, but in increasing fury as my blood heats with each plunge. She’s so tight, the contours of her body squeeze the bulbous head of my cock every time I pull free of her body and push back in again.
It is… the… single most pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt.
In a life full of pain and disappointment, I’m loath to let the encounter end.
I’m careful to let one wingtip swing around to flutter at her clitoris so that I am not alone in my pleasure.
Tears pour down her eyes when her body begins to shake and shudder in the air, and I know I have brought her to her gush. Again, and again, if the way her bright cheeks and wet eyes count as evidence. And the way she is grabbing at her own teats now, taking over plucking at her nipples once I ceased giving them attention.
But the sight of her doing that to herself is my undoing.
My wings fly outwards to their full extension, and I roar.
Then spend my full gush inside her as we fly to the ceiling. Suspended, I fuck her there. Using the ceiling as a wall to fuck her against for the fullest friction possible, my wings blur into a black halo around us.
I continue thrusting until her cunt catches every last drop of my gush.
So that if the Fates are kind, and my fortunes have truly turned, a kit will have caught life inside her this day.
Chapter Twelve
HANNAH
I’m surprised when he actually leaves me in the bathroom this time to clean up.
It’s becoming obvious to me that every time after sex with this guy I’m gonna need a full-body hose-off. There’s just so much—
My face heats in the cold room, and I sink lower in the water. I can’t even stop the water at first in these baths, I have to do an initial wash-off of my body to remove the glowing liquid. Only then, once most of it is gone, do I put in the plug and take the rest of my bath. Good lord. I bring a shaky hand to my forehead and look around the medieval room where the basic fixtures of sink, toilet, and tub seem out of place.
They are obviously human-sized fixtures.
This is the first time he’s left me alone.
I don’t trust it.
I’m sure he’s waiting just outside the door for me, ready to pounce on me if I try to make a run for it.
I sink lower in the bath.
God, how long has it been since I had a good soak? Before this morning, obviously. I’m talking about the before times. Before my life went off a cliff into this recent insanity.
Life wasn’t all non-stop monster sex and leisurely bath times.
Ha. Nope. Not quite.
I had a job, just like everyone else. Sure, I painted whenever I could on the weekend, but during the week, it was a nine to five, working in a cubicle. A customer service job, answering technical questions and fixing problems for large orders… of post-its. Well, more than that. The company that makes post-its makes many other products, but those were what kept us in business.
