Page 51 of Collected By the Crow

“Enough. My body metabolizes it quickly, but luckily, there was plenty.” A sweet, innocent giggle hitched the end of his sentence. “Why? Are you trying to deflower me?”

“Would you drop me if I tried?”

“I’m not sure, dewdrop.” He squeezed her tighter and whispered in her ear, “Try me.”

Was he serious? Only one way to find out. She licked him from collarbone to earlobe, nibbling there as she shifted in his arms. Keeping her hands locked around his neck, she straddled his torso, her dress falling away from her thighs. He didn’t falter, his hands moving with her, keeping her close. Safe.

She rubbed against his bump, hidden by his trousers. His eager erection grazed her ass in a way that made her moan against his temple. She laced her fingers into his feathers, careful not to pull too hard.

His wings never stilled. She shouldn’t listen to the meddlesome urge to test his control this high off the ground. Should be afraid of the fall. But she knew he would never drop her, and at the very least, he would catch her if he did. So she grazed her thumb down the center of his abdomen, undid the button of his pants, and traced the creases of his bump.

“Cassandra.”

She swallowed the moan in the shape of her name and licked the back of his teeth. The way his arms tightened around her encouraged her to roll her hips, which caused the fluid leaking from his vent to saturate her panties.

Qadaire groaned, then croaked out, “I knew this dress deserved more praise.”

Cass giggled. She entwined her ankles behind him and leaned into his shoulder heavily. This time, his bottom hands took the meat of her upper ass and shoved her pelvis against him, rolling her down while he thrust shallowly up, driving the tip of his cock through the slickness between them. Her breathing hitched, the insistent demand in her core growing in frequency.

She focused on the sound of his beating wings, not ready to come undone yet. The cool night air whispered over her legs, whipping her hair to one side. She sucked on the bare skin of his neck, clenched her core, and eased herself over him again, slowly, rolling far enough below his bump that the tip of his cock kissed her clit.

“Oh, fuck.” Her arms trembled around his neck, her body rumbling with the quakes of an impending orgasm. “I don’t want to come yet.”

The warbles in Qadaire’s throat darkened and he chuckled hoarsely. “I know how you feel.”

That gave Cass an idea, but not one that could—or should—be attempted so high in the sky.

“I want you, dewdrop.”

She squirmed against him as one gray hand dropped to the back of her knee. It traced her leg, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Once he reached her thigh, she was practically vibrating under his touch. When he hooked a finger in her lacy panties, she keened and bucked, pressing into that lone finger.

“What’s this?” Qadaire snickered. “My dewdrop wore special panties, hoping I would take her in the sky?”

“Did it work?”

“Not the way you think.” He pulled his hand away, bringing it between them. He didn’t look away as he loosed the claw on his index finger, traced it up her thigh, and sliced through the lace on either side of her hips. With a shift of her weight, the garment fell to the ground for some unsuspecting hiker to find later.

“So bold,” she teased. Her eyelids fluttered as he ran his clawless finger over the seam of her bare pussy. “I want you so fucking bad.”

Qadaire tsked. His wings pumped behind him. Finally, he sank his finger into her, his thumb to the side of her clit, which pulsed in protest. She pressed against him, forcing his finger farther inside, but he withdrew.

He brought his wet finger between them again and sucked it clean with a groan. He dipped inside her again and brought it to her lips. She hungrily accepted, suctioning her mouth around his finger and sucking like it was his cock. The taste of her mingled with the salty taste of his lubricant, and she sighed, pressing her needy pussy against his dripping bump.

“Do you taste us?” Qadaire said reverently. “That is my favorite taste in the world.”

“I need you inside me. Now.”

“So impatient, dewdrop.”

She was getting impatient. As sexy as all of this was, there was an emptiness in her that needed direly to be filled. The only person who could possibly ease that emptiness was flush against her, but not close enough. She reached between them and grabbed hold of his cock. His wingbeats slowed. Her heart raced, the excitement only growing.

The three arms that held her steady loosened just enough for her to tilt her hips. She rubbed his cock through her soaked labia and over her bundle of nerve endings before sinking the tip inside. Just for fun, to tease them both, she rode the bulb of his cock for a few agonizing rolls of her hips.

“Yes. That’s it, dewdrop. Take what you need.” Qadaire’s bottom hands gripped the backs of her thighs, not guiding her yet holding tight. “It’s yours. Take it all.”

She sank down until her pussy swallowed him completely. Her inner walls fluttered around him and she knew that if she rubbed her clit against his saturated cloaca, that sweet, wet friction would drive her over the edge.

They’d stopped moving. Q’s wings pulsed to the same rhythm of her hips rocking over his. She squeezed her thighs around him, using the leverage to squeeze his cock from base to tip, using her inner muscles to milk him for every last drop. Any moment now, he would come. Then she would let go.

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