Page 24 of Rings and Wings and Stardust Things

“Lead the way, my husband.”

With a contented sigh, I sank into the chair, savoring the intimate tranquility of our private suite. The soft hues of dusk filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing Ryon's feathers in a warm, burnished glow.

He moved with fluid grace, kneeling before me and gently lifting one of my feet into his lap. His touch was reverent as skilled fingers worked the tension from my aching soles. A soft moan of relief escaped my lips, the aches and strains of the day melting away under his ministrations.

“You spoil me,” I murmured, eyes fluttering closed to savor the sensation.

A low, rumbling trill vibrated from Ryon's chest—a sound that never failed to ignite a delicious flutter within me. “Hardly,” he countered, his rich, melodic voice caressing my ears. “It is my honor to dote upon my wife.”

The word wife rolled off his tongue with reverence that made my heart swell. Even now, after exchanging vows and ceremonies, it still felt dreamlike—a perfection too sublime to be real.

As if sensing my thoughts, Ryon's fingers stilled, and I felt the weight of his intense gaze upon me. Opening my eyes, I found him regarding me in a way that stole my breath.

“What troubles you, my love?” he murmured, his beak parting to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his thick, roughened tongue.

A shiver ran through me at the memory of how that dexterous appendage felt against my skin—exploring and tasting with an intensity that never failed to ignite a smoldering fire within. Heat bloomed in my core, and I became hyper-aware of the silk caressing my body, the fabric whispering against my skin with each subtle movement.

“Nothing troubles me,” I assured in a husky murmur. “Quite the opposite.”

Ryon's brow arched, a flash of mischief in his eyes. “Is that so?” he purred, resuming the languid massage along my arched foot.

I bit back a moan, my body thrumming with delicious tension. “You know precisely what you do to me,” I breathed, unable to resist teasing him.

A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest as he leaned forward, feathers brushing my calves in a tantalizing caress. “And you, my dearest Savannah, are far too tempting.”

His beak nuzzled my sensitive ankle, his tongue tracing a scorching path along the delicate bones. A gasp escaped my lips, fingers tightening on the cushions as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“Ryon,” I managed, my voice a breathless plea.

I arched my back, a breathless whimper escaping my lips as Ryon's tongue blazed a scorching trail up my calf. By the time he reached the hem of my dress, I trembled with need, my chest rising and falling in rapid pants.

“Tell me your desire,” he murmured against my skin, his words a heated caress.

I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. “You,” I whispered fiercely. “Always you.”

In one fluid motion, Ryon rose to his feet, wings unfurling in a magnificent display. He loomed over me, his presence utterly commanding, yet his touch achingly tender as he cupped my face.

“Then you shall have me,” he vowed, eyes burning with a promise that sent a thrill racing through my veins.

His fingers traced my body's contours with deliberate grace as he undressed me, each discarded garment reverent, making me feel the galaxy's most precious treasure. My dress pooled at my feet, undergarments a whisper, leaving me bare to his hungry gaze.

A gentle nudge guided me back onto the cool sheets, a stark contrast to my feverish skin. I lay before him, heart pounding as he drank in the sight of me. His darkened, desire-filled eyes roamed my exposed flesh, and I felt beautiful, cherished beneath his weighted attention.

He started at my ankles, his warm, agile tongue tracing patterns up my legs, each lick jolting pleasure through me. I squirmed under the onslaught, breath hitching as he reached my thighs' apex, tongue delving into my folds with maddening precision that left me writhing.

The unique texture of his thick, rough tongue against my most sensitive areas was an otherworldly delight. He explored me with a voracious appetite, attentions both tender and wild, driving me to ecstasy's brink with astonishing, deeply arousing, ease.

My climax hit like a supernova, body arching off the bed as wave after wave washed over me. I cried out, fingers tangling in his feathers as I rode the crest, but even as tremors subsided, I craved more—craved him.

“Ryon, please,” I begged, voice a hoarse whisper. “I need you inside me.”

He complied with thrilling, endearing fervor, clothes falling away to reveal his alien physique's beauty. My eyes were drawn to his cock, a marvel that still left me in awe—thick and heavy, ridges pulsing with life, promising sensations out of this world.

As he positioned himself between my legs, the blunt tip pressed against my entrance, ridges undulating gently and sending shivers of anticipation up my spine. With slow, deliberate motion, he entered me, each ridge stimulating my inner walls and leaving me gasping.

The sensation was indescribable—strange and wondrous, a mix of textures and pressures igniting fires within me. Ryon moved in a rhythm ancient yet new, his cock filling me completely, ridges caressing from the inside out. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling deeper, wanting to feel every inch against every part.

Our bodies danced together, as old as time yet choreographed just for us. Each thrust brought us closer, physically and emotionally, souls intertwining as surely as bodies.

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