Page 12 of Wings of Desire

The sound of his voice makes my hips grind in larger circles just to satisfy him. His body begins to spiral around, and a second orgasm begins to work itself from the pit of my belly. Just as I feel it, Xakiras clings to me, and his tongue finds the shell of my ear as a low growl rumbles from his throat.

Suddenly we shoot upward, and his wings leave the safety of my fingers. He slides his cock out of me so fast; I swear I might have whiplash. A hand goes between my aching body, wanting so much more than this. He strokes against my stomach. The slick appendage glides against my skin, making me moan. When I look at him, his eyes close, his mouth opens, and he speeds up his touches until he’s a groaning mess.

I want to touch myself, but I don’t want to move my hands. Xakiras bends down with his mouth near my ear. “I am going to paint your pretty skin with my seed, little bug.”

When I whimper with excitement, he jerks, and his panting turns to grunting. Xakiras grips my body tighter, and finally his release comes with a roar. My stomach grows wet, and as it soaks into my skin, I feel a tingling sensation I can’t describe.

Xakiras pants against my ear, and I want so badly to come again. I want the next time while we aren’t in the air. I want to feel him against the bark of a tree, hilt deep or riding him, so I see the look on his face as he comes again.

“I want more.” I’m shocked that I say it, but there’s no blush on my face. “On the ground this time.”

The way he looks at me, pulling himself together, is hilarious. He blinks several times with shock, but nods. “My pleasure.”

Fuck yeah, it is.

He flies so fast that I grip his neck and squeeze my eyes shut to keep from feeling sick. At least he’s just as excited as I am.

Once his feet touch back down onto something solid, he grips the bottom of my ass in two hands.

“On your back, Xakiras. I want to see your face.” I take my hand and run it along his wing.

He shivers at the touch, which has that powerful feeling of making him melt beneath my hands instantly return.

We are nestled on a long, wide limb near the side of the house we were previously inside. These trees are still so massive that I know, if I look down, we will be stories high. Xakiras sets me on my feet, giving me autonomy for the first time. As he kneels in front of me, he trails his hands slowly across my bare skin.

Stroking one side of his face, I bend enough to kiss him on the lips. “All the way down, please.” I demand, and the spark in his eyes tells me he enjoys the change.

He inhales a sharp breath as his desire flares slowly in his eyes. He slowly descends to a laying position never once losing eye contact. Now I fully see his large cock between his legs. It has two slender, frilled, white tendrils that come out from each side of his groin. His cock is a bright green, just like his wings, with a pointed tip that has swirling ridges that grow larger until you reach the base of him. His testicles are tucked close to the pouch his cock extrudes from and are a richer, deeper green. The slick coating, which I presume is pre-cum, has a shimmering quality to it, and when I look down at my stained skin, it’s glittery. Wherever his semen has touched, it leaves a tingling, numbing sensation.

The females produce no lubrication, so to help, the males create the lubrication themselves, and their semen numbs the female, so they aren’t in any pain.

That’s a unique evolutionary quality.

Hiking up my skirt, I straddle his wide hips. Then I slowly glide my hands along him to slide him inside me. As I sit on his cock, his head tilts backward, and he groans with relief. Xakiras grabs hold of my hips roughly while another set wraps around my torso, gripping tightly.

“You feel so amazing,” Xakiras hisses between his teeth.

He feels nearly too deep, and I pant, taking him all in. He feels larger than before in this position, stretching me wide until I finally acclimate to his size. We’re both so slick with cum and fluids that I glide up with such ease that when I come back down, the tip of him hits my cervix with so much force my eyes shut in pain.

“So deep,” I whine, but I continue my rhythm, knowing that I can take him.

Once I’m more comfortable, I open my eyes slowly. Leisurely, I move up and down his length, watching with rapt adoration as his face changes in ecstasy. I take my hands and grip the sides of his throat, watching as his eyes flare with heady desire. Then I pick up speed.

Each thrust I take with my hand tightly around his neck has his hips gyrating in tandem with mine. His fingers play with my nipple while another finds my clit. Each touch sends electricity shooting through my spine. The hands on my hips move away, pinning my arms to my sides, so that he can thrust rapidly and deeply.

The power exchange lasted all of two minutes.

Xakiras’s vigorous speed leaves me breathless, our bodies slapping forcefully together. Each thrust he takes sends a painful and yet deliciously pleasurable knock against my cervix. I can’tstop. The look on his face is pure desire. His tongue flicks out of his mouth, tasting the air.

While he works my clit furiously in tandem with our strokes, I squirm more. My stomach twinges and my pussy throbs as my orgasm builds higher. Not yet.

“Please! Please,” I whine.

Grinding against him, the pleasure and pain feel all-consuming. My body cranes forward against his chest and my lips against his neck. He clutches me to him, pounding into me harder as if my body giving out fills him with burning passion and glee.

Each time he bottoms out, I whimper, my movements nonexistent as my body can hardly take much more. Now that I’m nearest to his mouth, he turns his head, whispering into my ear. “That’s it; take all of me.”

My brutal orgasm crashes over me at the ghost of his breath over my skin and a yell of delicious release blares from my lips. His hands come up to cover mouth as he continues to violently thrust into me.

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