Page 55 of Collected By the Crow

“It seems like the obvious answer to our problems, doesn’t it?”

“What of your life here?”

“It’s not like I’m dying,” she said with inflection. “I’ll still visit Ali and Mark. But I won’t miss work, not after what happened.”

Qadaire fell into her bottomless brown eyes, into the vast desert of possibility he found there. Into the unknown. The unexplored. A new realm of knowledge beckoned him in their depths.

A new start. She was offering him a life together that had nothing to do with the mad king. Until she walked into his life, he’d been locked in this castle, held prisoner by his own shame. Dr. Cassandra Billings DVM had uprooted him mentally, had torn the shackles from his ankles and rearranged the way he thought of himself. He would follow her anywhere.

“A fine idea.”

“So yes?”

“Yes, dewdrop.”

He pulled Cassandra from her chair and hoisted her into his lap. Their grins morphed into one as their mouths crashed together, his warbles and her giggles a delightful tune. Cassandra straddled him and their kisses changed, heating until his belly was burning like the flame of a Bunsen burner. He growled and used the hands on her waist to press her fucking perfectly thick thighs down on his stiff cock.

“Cassandra,” he breathed against her neck. “There’s something I’ve wanted since the first time I saw you.”

“What’s that?”

He squeezed her meaty leg and gave it a little jiggle, like she’d done so tauntingly so many times. “I want to be smothered by these thighs.”

Cassandra giggled. “What!”

“I want to breathe your cunt.” He scraped her neck with his fangs until she gasped, her legs tightening around him exactly the way he’d wanted. “Sit on my face. Can you do that for me, dewdrop?”

“I don’t want to asphyxiate you.”

“Try.”

He collapsed them onto the floor. She still straddled him, but he grabbed her ass cheeks to encourage her forward. She laughed, obviously either uncomfortable or shy to do what he’d asked.

“You won’t hurt me,” he reassured as he helped slide her pants off. “I don’t need oxygen the same way you do. I want you to sit your whole weight on me, so all I can breathe is that perfect, juicy cunt of yours. Nine rings, I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you.”

As she wiggled out of her underwear, he worked on her shirt and bra. She reached for his trousers and tugged them down, and he used his talons to peel them off his ankles. She returned to straddle his chest, still seeming wary.

“I’m pretty heavy, Q—ahh.” She mewled at the end as his lower right hand stroked her nub ever so slightly, sending a trickle of warm liquid onto his chest. He skimmed his upper arms over her soft skin, up to her breasts, where he twirled her nipples between his index finger and thumb, the way she’d shown him she liked. “If you’re sure.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” His cock twitched in excitement, although the images in his mind had nothing to do with it. He’d pictured himself under her thighs for so long, his blood boiled with anticipation. “You can cling to the chair there, but do not use it to unburden your weight.”

“O-okay.”

She crawled forward until the aroma of her arousal was all he could smell. He groaned in delight. She turned the chair sideways and leaned her arms over it, then lowered herself onto his mouth.

He couldn’t help the expletive moan he delved into her cunt, though it was too muffled to sound like anything. His warbles took on a dark tone, his bump leaking profusely. He couldn’t access oxygen, but he truly did not need it. He found his bearings with the lack of it and started to explore. His lower hands guided her hips while he used his whole face to devour her, his tongue delving inside her soaked interior. With his upper hands, he continued showing attention to her pert nipples, which were stiff and erect.

When she rolled her hips, a breathy moan accompanying the motion, a carnal sound came from low in his abdomen. He could feel the tip of his cock weeping steadily, but all he could focus on was her cunt, all of his senses enthralled by her. Her sweet honey scent was everywhere, it was his whole world, her thighs squeezing around his head when he hit her spot just right. He delved his tongue inside her honey pot and laved her from the inside out, sloppily feasting on her sweet, sticky scent, until he was covered in it.

He was already awash in bliss when a dainty hand closed around his cock. Stars burst behind his eyelids. He couldn’t breathe to moan her name, so he purged it into her cunt. She was his entire existence. His everything.

Come lurched from his cock. He couldn’t feel his body, only the explosive burst of euphoria that wracked through him with every stroke of her hand.

Her voice sounded far away when she said his name and started to lift from her seat. He was quivering too hard to protest, and then her scent was gone, traveling down his awareness to settle between his thighs.

“Nine fucking rings, dewdrop.” He hissed. His thighs were still convulsing, his pelvis jerking his cock up into nothing as the final spurts of his seed peppered his stomach.

“Was it everything you’d hoped?”

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