Page 52 of Alien Peacock

Maeve stares up at me, mewling and moaning. “More.”

I pull halfway out and slide back in, calmly, taking my time and fully sensing her fast heartbeat, her intoxicating scent, her little moans and whimpers, her full cooperation with this deepest of invasions.

It’s otherworldly, wonderful in every way. The heat is rising in me as I mate with her, calmly but relentlessly-

I want to make hermine. I want nothing more than that. It is the only thing I want.

The world goes away in a haze, and all that exists is Maeve and me.

I’m feeling strange. Hot and strong. Invincible!

It comes over me as a huge wave of heat. My skin is going black, as if I’m about to go to battle. My wings unfold all by themselves, spanning the two of us and casting us in the shade.

I will make Maeve mine. Now.

“Harder!” she begs. “Faster!”

I speed up, but my mind is taken over by the immense need to do more.

This is it, I know. I have no choice in the matter. This was decided before I was born.

Maeve starts shaking, arches her back and screams out her climax.

I put one hand on her hip, which is the only place she has room for this.

My own orgasm is coming on, hard and strong. But there is so much more this time.

It’s like soaring on my wings. Maeve’s face spins in front of me, we merge completely as I spray inside her. My hand is one with her, searing hot, no longer mine. It’s under the control of something much bigger, and I see it glowing red

This is it. This is the only time in my life that this will happen.

I’m Marking her.

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- Maeve-

Arelion has turned black, and his wings are tipped with intense red.

I’m climaxing hard on his cock, but I also notice the heat at my hip. At first it’s barely there, though I distantly wonder why he’s touching me there, which seems like it would be awkward for him. Then it heats up until there’s a split second of a slight burn which fades to coolness immediately.

Arelion collapses on top of me, weighing me down. “My love…” he wheezes.

I’m still riding out the aftershocks, but I know something special has happened.

His skin slowly goes back to its usual blue, and his feathers are as brightly colorful as ever.

He slowly rolls off me and lies beside me, breathing hard.

I finally touch his chest. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” he slowly replies. “Are you?” He takes his hand off my hip, leaving it feeling strangely cold.

I look down at the spot. “I think so.” There’s something on the skin there, like a bruise.

“It will be blue, which is my color,” he wheezes. “Hopefully it won’t be too big.”

I sit up and check the spot in the light. It’s an intricate pattern of lines and figures, not unlike a fingerprint, but much more complicated. It looks most of all like a tattoo, except the blue is much more vivid and looks like it stands out from the skin. “What is it?”

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