Page 11 of Wings of Desire

Xakiras’s tongue moves like a snake being charmed out of his mouth to lick the side of my cheek. “You are equipped with enough lubrication that there will be none. Your kind is very blessed.”

Oh...oh, shit.

“Your species doesn’t have that? Then how—” The scientist part of me wants to know everything, but he gives me a look before his tongue trails lower to my collarbone. It makes me speechless. A low groan leaves my mouth, and I tip my head backward to give him more access to my neck.

“Will it make you more comfortable if we speak of it?” His licking stops, and his lips ghost over my skin.

“That’s really sweet of you, but, no, I think I’ll be fine.” The words come out of my mouth, and a moment later, his hands are all over me.

Xakiras pulls my ripped blouse over my head while another set of hands travels up my skirt and thighs. He’s efficient with his four arms, making short work of both undressing me and foreplay. While he kisses my neck down my collarbone, I clutch him, searching between us for his cock. I want so badly to see it, to touch it and hear the noises he might make.

When I finally find his cock between us, and my fingers trail along it, I’m surprised to find it’s entirely coated in something wet. I want to ask him what it is, but he moans against my neck. Then it’s all forgotten.

The feeling of his cock in my hands sends my pulse racing, especially the way his eyes close. Xakiras groans deeply just from the grip I have on him. I feel so powerful with the knowledge that I might make this huge, terrifying monster weak in the knees.

The frills I felt earlier have wrapped their soft, feather-like tendrils around my thighs as if they are nearly sentient themselves. One pump of my hand and Xakiras shudders a breath. The movement of his hands halts like he can’t do more than one thing at a time.

“Otoki...stars above, that feels amazing.” One of his hands grips my breast tighter as I give him another slow movement. The amazing part is, the more I touch him, the wetter he grows.

The image of him panting, begging me to let him come, washes over me. I’d love it so much for it to be real. Instead, I lean forward to his neck, planting a kiss.

“I need you to fuck me, Xakiras.” I tilt my hips, and his eyes fly open at the sensation.

A lusty fire burns behind his eyes, and he grabs me so swiftly into his arms that I let out a little laugh.

He has to duck his head, so he doesn’t reach the ceiling. He swings open the small door we came in. Back in the night air, I realize one moon has entirely set. The entire forest is glowing a very eerie red, casting a shadow over everything. Even the trees have dimmed as if they need sleep too, which I find fascinating.

“Without wings, this will be truly difficult for us.” He doesn’t even look at me. He looks everywhere else, like he’s trying to figure out just how he might perform the act he wants to. “We will make do.”

Oh, just how does his kind have sex? I wonder. I don’t have time to even think about it before he’s ascending into the air with his frills wrapping around my thighs. Xakiras lifts me just over his leaking cock, looking at me in the eyes before his tongue darts out to lick at my lips. It makes me forget I’m in the air. The fear of falling from his arms has long passed after everything I’ve been through today.

“You won’t drop me?” I bite at my lip for a moment, feeling my need throb between my legs.

Xakiras holds my gaze before pressing his lips to mine in a sweet peck. “I will never drop you.”

I smile and lift my hips, gliding myself over his cock. I want so badly to see it, but more so now to actually feel it. One of his hands is between my legs, taking his cock and sliding it through my folds, while the others are holding me tightly. I’ll never be able to get with a man with fewer than four arms after this.

He presses his length inside me, and I whimper in delight. “Yes, please.”

Xakiras takes that as an invitation, nudging himself deeper, and the sensation is glorious. The frills on the sides of him hold my thighs open for him, while his large cock fills me full inch by inch. The texture feels nothing like his hands. Instead, it feels like a very lubed-up toy with spiraled ridges that rub at my walls.It takes my breath away, because I’d imagined, with us both being so wet, that I’d hardly feel a thing.

“Oh, Echo, you feel so warm.” His voice has taken on a husky quality, and his eyes have glazed over. “And you hug me so tightly.”

I groan at the sound of his voice. “I want you.” It doesn’t feel like enough to say, but it’s all I think of now that he’s seated fully, I need more. I want all of him.

With a snarl, Xakiras takes us higher into the air. While he does, his hands move me up and down on his length. Flying and his thrusts have my senses entirely scattered. I’m unsure what to do other than hook my ankles around his back and my arms around his neck to hold on for dear life.

His tongue snakes out of his mouth, and I open mine, welcoming him inside, needing him everywhere. If Xakiras gives me every single blessed inch of him, it wouldn’t be enough. Once inside my mouth, he plays with my tongue, moving me up and down on his cock like I’m nothing but a doll to control. Everything is messy; there’s no rhythm to anything. The feeling of his cock as he moves and his tongue as it vibrates makes my entire core turn molten.

I grind my hips in tandem with him, but there’s no way for me to keep up. After my last orgasm, I’m so keyed up that my body is thrumming. I scream into his mouth when I feel our trajectory drop. He pulls his wings in toward us both, allowing my fingers to graze the inside of them.

One stroke of his wings and Xakiras’s mouth leaves mine and a slew of curses fly from his lips. My fingers make patterns on the soft scales until his motions and breathing grows erratic. I’m whining and writhing while touching him, but I can’t find my fear as we plummet to the earth.

Deep inside my brain, I know he has me. I’m safe here. I grab his wing and yank when his hips piston deeper, hitting mycervix. I’m keening out in both pain and pleasure. He’s gripping me so tightly, I think I might bruise, but I don’t care.

“Fuck!” I finally find my voice as his cock once again hits that spot deep inside that has my body spiking with electricity.

Xakiras’s rhythm is uncontrollable, as my fingers and hips work in tandem. He holds me tighter, whispering over and over, “Just like that; don’t stop.”

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