Page 9 of Wings of Desire

Slowly, Echo lifts her skirt until her hands brush the top of mine. I glance up, and she’s biting the bottom of her lip with rosy cheeks. Those stormy eyes of hers bore into mine. “You’re fucking dirty for someone I just learned could speak.”

I snort through my nose at her comment because I could always speak. She just did not understand it. “Now,otoki.”

Her hands grab at the top of the fabric, pulling it until it is just on top of my hand. I rub tenderly at the skin of her fingers and then yank the offending clothing down.

The little “oh” Echo makes in response makes a groan escape from my lips. Now that the garment is gone, I see her delicate little mound with fur that is darker than the hair on her head. That lovely scent I associate with her permeates the air, and I inhale, drinking it deeply.

“You are to stand here and allow me to devour you. If you so much as move, I will make you regret it.” I stare up at her, watching as realization dawns on her.

Her tiny pink tongue darts out of her mouth and wets her lips. It makes me wish I had multiple mouths so I could both lick her cunt and taste her mouth at the same time. Echo’s lips twist, but she gives me a single nod in reply.

That is all it takes for me to grab her by her back, pulling her to me so I can finally have a taste of her. The yearning inside me builds just as my tongue snakes out to nestle between her folds.

The immediate connection has her hips locking, but she doesn’t move. “Oh fuck,” she hisses through her teeth.

I grab on to her backside with two of my hands, while the other two spread the folds of her mound apart for me to see. She is the same lovely shade as the blossoms that grow just outside this door. Echo is so soft, pink, and the dew she is creating glistens as if ready for me.

There is a little pink bud peeking out between her folds, and I realize this little creature is no bug at all but a flower ripe forpicking. My tongue darts out eagerly, wrapping around the small bud, flicking at it, curious as to what it might taste like.

Echo doesn’t move, just as instructed, though I’m not disappointed to hear her little whimper as I move around exploring. She tastes like nothing I can describe, and yet at the same time, it is delectable.

I cannot wait to hear her crying my name with weak knees.

This little flower will be mine.

Power play

Xakiras’s hands on my thighs and ass make me so nervous. He says I can’t move, but the feel of his tongue on my clit makes my hands ball at my side. I should have grabbed hold of him before because now, knowing I can’t move, only makes me want to more.

Once again, his tongue lashes out, finding my clit, and every nerve in my body zings with the awareness.

“Kukali...you taste divine.” Xakiras looks up at me, and I see deep in his eyes a flash of lust.

Biting at my lip, I hold back the whimper that tickles at the back of my throat. It’s at that moment his long tongue twirls around my clit, gripping it tightly as if it’s in a vise. Then his entire mouth covers me, and I feel the tongue release before sliding through my folds into me.

I whine when I feel the snakelike thing swirl around, finding every inch of me as if dedicating it to memory. My fingers itch to grab him as they ball at my side.

“Xakiras!” When I speak his name, his tongue pulls out of me only for his hands to leave me entirely, just for a second.

He glances up at me, a daring smirk across his face. “I need more space to devour you. Lie on the ground.”

I hesitate, but the way he looks at me makes me so excited that my knees knock. The floor here is just the knobby bits of tree limb. It isn’t going to be comfortable, but I don’t care.

Sliding onto my knees, I slowly get to my back. I hardly have time to adjust before I feel his body hovering over mine. A set of his hands grabs my legs, jerking them apart while the others snake up my shirt. His bright white eyes never once leave mine either.

“Make no noises, do you understand? I will allow you to come when I tell you so.” His tongue flicks out of his mouth and I shudder.

The urge to simply say ‘no’ and witness his reaction burns on the tip of my tongue. It’ll be impossible to stay silent with his vibrating tongue blissfully working my body into a frenzy. “I—I don’t know if I can,” I stutter, as a shiver of arousal courses through me.

“You will for me.”

It isn’t a question in the least. Xakiras bends his head down to my torso as one of his hands lifts my shirt, exposing the soft planes of my stomach to him. His lips graze over it while a set of his hands roughly digs into my thighs.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to four sets of hands always touching me.

“Say yes, Echo,” he says as a finger rubs along my slit, and I sigh.

My body throbs, and I finally decide to give in fully. I don’t know why I want him so badly or why I’m giving in. It doesn’t matter, does it?

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