Page 56 of Collected By the Crow

“You have to do that once a day. Once an hour.”

She laughed, though he was barely joking. He leaned onto his upper elbows to watch as she took hold of the skin of his sack, pressing her thumb and forefinger to flatten it, separating his balls. She took the left one in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it, then the right. He could feel them refilling under her torturous ministrations. His head drifted back, his heavy-lidded stare locking onto the innocuous motion of her feet, kicking in the air behind her.

“You are perfect, Cassandra. Fucking perfect.”

She came off of his left ball with a satisfying pop and smiled up at him from under his re-stiffened cock. What a fucking sight. He would do anything to see that mischievous smile tease him from under his gray cock for the rest of his immortal life.

“I want you inside me, Q.”

In the next blink, she was underneath him, the tip of his cock sliding through her slick heat. Between her cunt and his leaking vent, his cock was soaked. He pressed his forehead to hers, his upper arms on the floor above her shoulders. With his lower right hand, he reached for her nub, strumming it the way he knew would make her writhe and mewl like a kitten. He cupped her face and dipped to swallow her moans.

“Q.”

He recognized her frustrated tone, the one she used when he wasn’t inside her quickly enough. He chuckled darkly and tilted his hips. With the amount of liquid he was sliding through, it took no effort to sink the tip inside her. The effort was used instead to keep himself still enough not to spill again already. Her hot warmth was too inviting, he never lasted long. But his dewdrop was not a patient person.

She hooked her legs around his and tried to force him down. He held stiff, unmoving, but it didn’t go as he’d planned. Her strength pulled her whole body up from the floor, impaling herself on his cock. He wobbled onto his elbows at the sensation and sank into her, pressing her back against the floor.

“Woman, you will be the death of me.” He leaned his hips away slowly, then slammed into her again. “But what a sweet death it will be.”

The way her little pink cunt swallowed him whole with every thrust had his hands in fists. His muscles twitched with the effort it took not to fill her greedy cunt with seed already. He hooked his lower arms under her knees. The new position allowed him to shove his cock deeper into her womb, forcing her to the ground as he fucked into her roughly. For a moment, he lost himself in the motion, the claws on his thumbs peeking out to dig in her skin.

“Yes, Q, fuck me like that.” Her voice was deep and foreign, just like the rumble of warbles he barely registered pouring from himself.

Her words encouraged him to let go. He gave himself over to the pleasure of her, his dewdrop, the only woman to ever say so many things to him. Her cunt sweet as honey and warmer than the first ray of sun in centuries. With each shaky thrust of his hips, the urgent feeling at the base of his spine grew. It drove him to slam into her cunt like a wild animal, his swollen sack smacking wetly against her ass.

“Qadaire!”

“Yes, dewdrop,” he said with a voice not his own. “Come around my cock while I fill you with my seed. Do it now.”

He loved the way her ruined cunt grasped his cock with every thrust. Like it needed him as badly as he needed it. He pumped through the blinding rays of pure pleasure until he burst. With a stiff jerk of his hips, he dumped his seed inside her grasping hole.

As his stream slowly waned, he stared at the enthralling vision of her cunt clinging to him, creamed so thorouhly that streams of white leaked out, following the seam of her ass. He chased a rivulet with his thumb and forced the droplet into her ass.

“Oooooh, f-fuck.”

Ahh, so his dirty little human enjoyed when he explored both of her holes. That pleased him, and although his legs still wobbled, he wouldn’t leave any of her holes unloved. He pulled out of her enough to take hold of his shaft, despite the sensitive way it tingled. He lifted it to the top of her labia, letting a fat gob of seed ooze from her pink cunt.

Using his upper arms to spread her open, he used his index finger to encourage the gush of seed over the thin strip of muscle separating her cunt from her ass. He smeared it around her pucked hole, watching the way her ass flexed open and closed in tune to her breath. He glanced up at her face to make sure he was understanding her body language correctly. Her eyes were so far rolled back that he could only see white, and her toes were curled.

“Naughty little dewdrop,” he chuckled. “You’re enjoying this. Do you like when I play with your ass?”

“Y-yes.

“Hmm.” He lifted his cock inside her again, letting another fat drop of white come dribble from her stuffed hole. He gathered it on his index finger and forced it past the band of muscle. Her asshole sucked his finger in and clutched it, just as greedy for him her cunt. As he pushed it further inside, come squelching out around his finger. He allowed more thick come trickle from her and shoved it in her fluttering asshole, this time curving his finger inside to massage the inner walls of her ass.

The sound she made was deeper than any he’d heard form her before. Her body became listless below him, her cunt spasming around his cock, milking another round of come from his abused member.

“So beautiful. I would spend another thousand years here, alone, just to watch you unravel for me.”

“Qadaire . . .”

“No. I’ve known it since the first time you blessed me with the sight. I would abstain from my own release for centuries, so my undoing would come from your scent, from watching your breathtaking shattering.”

“I would never want that for you.” Her gentle tone was full of heartbreak. “But I’m glad we’re here now.”

“Not for long, it seems. I suppose we should consider what to bring with us.”

“We can do that later,” she said with a yawn.

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