Page 43 of Collected By the Crow

A more subdued orgasm skittered through her. She panted down at his gray features and knew he was close to bursting again, too.

“Cassandra,” he warned.

“Get inside of me. Right now.”

He groaned as though he’d waited centuries to hear those words. He flipped her over and loomed above her. He rubbed the bulb of his cock against her folds, wresting primal sounds from them both as he slipped up and down over her slit. He was larger than anyone she’d had before, not large enough to split her in half but enough that she knew it might sting if not for the excessive amount of liquid involved.

“Now, Qadaire, please.”

His cock pressed inside of her, slowly, as though every centimeter pained him. She could see him straining not to come, his face a rictus of control. It was all she could do not to rock her hips. When he finally filled her, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She circled his waist with her legs and ground upward, rubbing her clit against the soaked ridges of his vent, angling her hips to draw him deeper.

“Cassandra!”

“Just keep going.” She barely recognized her own voice. She wanted to be pumped full of his come, wanted him to keep fucking her after he burst. “Don’t stop. Just fuck me, please, Qadaire. Harder.”

The rumbling purr of his warbles took on a bestial edge. He started a deadly pace inside her, rutting into her like it was a matter of life or death. His feathers tickled her neck as he nuzzled there, those symphonic sounds vibrating between their chests.

Cass wanted to wrap those sweet little sounds around her like a fleece blanket. She could almost cradle them in her hands, those delicate sounds that were as small and lovable as a fluffy baby crow, and every bit as wild.

The tension mounting in her core zapped through her limbs, making her legs twitch. Her insides fluttered with every obscene squelch, the sloppy sound and his warbles an erotic beat for her involuntary mewls. A few thrusts later, his arms tightened possessively, the two around her waist locking her in place, another pair gripping her hair hard enough to tingle on her scalp.

“Yes,” she breathed. She used her legs around him as leverage to swoop her hips up and down, loose on the upward stride and squeezing her inner muscles on the downward. She moved like this, siphoning every drop of his come into her body, until his ragged breathing was back to normal. She stilled, not wanting to move in case he was too sensitive.

“Cassandra.”

“I know.”

She kissed him then, on every feather she could reach. His throat vibrated against her lips with those delicious sounds, and she rushed to swallow them straight from his lips.

“I could kiss you for hours.” She nipped his bottom lip before claiming his mouth again. “I don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner.” Something hardened in his features, his gaze flicking away.

“It was me.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t feel worthy of your affection.” He smiled a droll, humorless smile, and Cass could guess what he would say next. “What does someone like me have to offer someone like you? You’re intelligent, beautiful, confident. I’m an abomination. I know”—he exacerbated at her scolding look—“but it’s true.”

“Q, I don’t think you understand.” She peppered his cheeks with kisses, placing one on the tip of his nose for good measure. “It doesn’t matter if you were the hunkiest hunk I’d ever seen. Most likely, I would still fall for your mind first. Attraction would follow. It’s you”—she tapped his temples—“that I’m falling for. Your beauty and your handiness are just a bonus.”

“I’m working on believing you, dewdrop.”

Cass claimed his mouth for a reassuring kiss. He reciprocated, then kissed down her jaw to nuzzle her cheek.

“Sorry about these damned noises. I can’t seem to shut them up.”

“Stop trying. I like them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I like them a lot. They make me all tingly inside.” She giggled as she recalled the way they vibrated against her pussy.

“Hmmm.” He rolled his hips, driving his cock deeper and rubbing his vent over her needy bud. “And this?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice caught somewhere in her throat. “That, too.”

His wings beat in a flurry of obsidian, then she was on top of him. She pressed her hands against his chest for balance and swirled her hips. His cock was somewhere between erect and soft inside her, but it was large enough that she didn’t struggle to keep it locked inside. This angle was easier to rub against all the textures of his cloaca. She moaned, pressing her hands down harder for purchase.

“Fuck yourself on me. Show me what you like.”

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