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My brain blanks out for a moment when I feel the tip of his other wing firm and strong first a flutter, and then more of an intentional thrust… Pushing its way into my ass.
Oh.
Fuck.
Me.
I gush.
Chapter Nineteen
HANNAH
“It needs to be wet.” Oh god, how can I explain human anatomy to him at a time like this? “You can’t stick it in dry.”
Even as I say it, I wonder what the hell I’m saying. Am I really trying to instruct him how to fuck my ass with his wing?
What am I even talking about? Am I even thinking about letting him do this?
It’s so wrong.
Filthy. Dirty. The wrongest of wrong.
My hips spasm back against his huge cock breeching me.
Then he lifts his wing, spits on it, and then the feathers are back. And they’re just moist enough against the hot flesh of my ass.
At that point, my brain short circuits as those feathers start fluttering as they work their way into my tight little asshole, vibrating like the freakiest vibrator.
“All your orifices are so hot.” He grunts. “The feeling against my wingtip is an excruciating pleasure.”
Oh my God, he can feel that?
Because I can certainly feel it. It’s like the most insane toy. Soft and wet, fluttering at my little anus.
And pushing in.
I cry, tears rolling down my cheeks. I swallow over and over against the pleasure, grabbing at the furs on the bed.
This is an unholy pleasure.
“Oh how you gush for me.”
More feathers swipe where his giant cock is pushing into me—his other wingtip. “Extra gush to smooth my way, little consort who cannot help how much her body weeps for me.”
A hand comes down at my spine. “Bend and receive all the ways I fuck you.”
My back arches all on its own.
I don’t want to obey him.
My body, though? His wing is not all feathers. There’s some sort of spine that runs along it, and I feel the hardness beneath the soft. It’s pushing in my ass.
I cry out, but not from pain.
I bite my lip against the yes that almost came out. I don’t want to let him know just how good it feels. I’ve given him too many admissions tonight.
“If only you could see yourself.” His voice is thick. “The sight of my dark wing penetrating your ass cheeks.” He lets out not a growl but a roar and pulls his cock out before thrusting back in, pinning me to the mattress.
And I gush. Perhaps spurt.
It feels too good.
I look over my shoulder. I’m not sure why, but immediately I know it’s a mistake.
His chest is glowing with that light from within, and his golden eyes reflect it. He almost looks like an angel.
Except for his dark wing, curved artfully around— And embedded up my ass. I turn my head, and I thrash in the furs, my body going into some sort of pleasure spasm I don’t understand.
But I give into it. Oh, fuck do I give in.
I rut back against him, both the unfathomable fullness in my pussy—and the dark, indescribable feeling of his feathered wing up my ass.
He reaches down with both hands to pry my ass cheeks further apart so that he plunges deeper and my back arches further. He’s splitting me in two. Oh God, I’m going to be fucked to death. He made me whole only for this. So that he could be the one to kill me with his cock and with his—
I scream out as his other wing curves flutters at my clit. I am encased in the darkness of his wings now.
The darkest of ecstasies overtaking me.
“Gush for your monster,” he roars.
And I do.
I come.
And come and come.
He doesn’t leave it alone at one orgasm. I’m weeping with pleasure, but he doesn’t leave it alone.
His wing at my ass moves in and out, and all around. Like he’s loving the feel of every inch of my back cavity as he fucks me. And the feathers. I gasp for air that almost won’t come, I’m heaving so hard with pleasure—
The feathers— Oh, god, the feathers—
They find spots in my ass I didn’t know could be pleasurable. And he presses them all. Or maybe he’s pressing through the wall of my ass to my vagina. I don’t know.
I don’t know anything anymore except pleasure.
He’s destroying me.
My sanity is gone.
Anything I ever knew or thought I knew before this moment.
Was there anything before this moment?
No. There’s only him. Only our bodies intertwined. Only the roaring flutter of his dark wings and his guttural lion’s roar echoing off the stone. Echoing off the world.
The golden-white light is everywhere.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t care.
I’ll disappear into the light of pleasure and walk straight into heaven.
Or hell.
I don’t care. I don’t care.
More.
I just want more. And then more still.
I fuck him until the dark spots overtake my vision, vying with the light.
