Page 48 of Right on Time

Oops was right. Because now Loe was here, and his resolve was as weak as when he had last seen her.

No, it was even weaker, because he had her on his ship, where no one could see them. Or interrupt them.

Loe must have read something on his face, because she took a step back. Like a prey that had just sensed a predator closing in. “Maybe I should leave?”

“Too late.”

She squeaked as he caught her by the waist and pulled her against him, his wings closing around her. Then he crashed his lips to hers.

Loe melted against him. Her surrender made him lose his last shred of control, the reasons why he had to stop himself scattered like dust in the vastness of space.

Nitiel devoured her mouth, greedy for her taste, and she sucked on his tongue just as hungrily. The little vixen bit his bottom lip, eliciting a growl out of him. His hands roaming her lithe figure gripped her ass and lifted her up until she straddled his waist. His bad hip protested but he paid it no mind. He could think only of Loe and making her scream his name as ecstasy swept over her.

He carried her into the storage space and laid her down onto the soft gel of the landing pad. Loe gasped as he covered her, his large body enveloping her small frame.

He had enough brains left to stop and pull back. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! I was simply surprised by how it feels to have you on top.”

“Badly surprised?”

“No, you silly.” She gripped him by the uniform and pulled him back down. “It’s wonderful. You pin me down so good. Can’t wait to feel your feathers against my skin–”

Nitiel stole her words with a hard kiss. If she kept talking like that, he would blow his load in his uniform. He could not disappoint her. Not now, not ever.

“I will kiss every inch of your soft skin, Loe,” he whispered as he kissed and nipped his way down her neck. Her dress was on the verge of scandalous, the cleavage at least four fingers deeper than what was proper. Lady Trixie clearly liked breaking the rules of propriety, but right now Nitiel was grateful to her for the easy access the dress provided. He licked the line where Loe’s breasts met, and she shivered under him. “I will rip this bodice off you and feast on your taut little nipples. They are taut for me, are they not?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll suck them deep into my mouth, Loe.” He nipped at the bouncy flesh just over the dress, and was awarded with a moan from his female. Her blunt claws dug into his biceps, spurring him on. “I’ll lick and tease the little buds until you’re begging me for release. And I’ll give it to you.” He locked eyes with her from over her cleavage. “I can deny you nothing, my Loe.”

“Fuck.” She cupped his face and tugged him up until their lips connected once more. Then she whispered, “I need you now, Nitiel. Please.” She rubbed her lower body against his hardness. “Take me now.”

He gritted his teeth. “I must prepare you first. I’ve read that wetness is needed.”

A choked laugh escaped her. “There is much wetness, I assure you. Your words alone nearly undid me. Please, I want you inside me!”

Nitiel would not make her beg again. It took him some time to find the bottom layer of her puffy skirt as he lay on top of Loe, but once he did, he pushed the whole thing up until he touched the soft material keeping her sweetness from him.

“Don’t rip them,” she panted. “Here.” She helped him push the scrap of fabric to the side without him having to move off her. Which was good, because he could not find the strength to part with her touch even for a second.

He reached between their bodies and dipped a finger inside his Loe. She was truly wet. For him. He groaned at the feel of how tight she was.

“Nitiel, enough teasing!”

He brought his wet finger to her clit and circled the little bundle of pleasure. Loe squirmed. “You’re sure? I will not cause you pain? Should I not make you come with my tongue and fingers at least twice first?”

A cute growl came from his female. “Get that uniform off, or I will be doing some ripping!”

Nitiel chuckled. He would love to see that, but not now when they were both too desperate to become one. They had waited long enough.

He passed a hand over his groin and the fabric opened, letting his cock spring free. They both groaned as it came in contact with Loe’s clit. He gave an experimental thrust.

“Oh, God!”

He thrust again, his cock sliding between Loe’s pussy lips and rubbing against her clit. “Goddess… It feels so good…”

“My God, Nitiel, you’re pierced?

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