Page 70 of Purrfectly Peculiar Pixie

“Good evening, beloved.” The word tasted sweet on my tongue. Almost as sweet as Phlox’s blood. I had no idea how Lucroy had taken but a few sips of Peaches when he began experimenting.

Phlox stretched before pulling his knee up and draping it over my thigh. I could feel the heavy weight of his cock resting against my hip. My own responded in kind.

“Would you like some help with that?” Phlox asked as his hand inched downward, cupping me.

“Only if it is something you desire.” The thought of pushing Phlox to do anything he didn’t truly want made me physically ill.

“I think I can tolerate it.” Phlox pushed up on one elbow and winked. The grin lighting his face appeared truly wicked. “Are you awake enough to appreciate it?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Most definitely.” I was fully conscious and becoming increasingly aware by the second. My body felt like it was on fire. Phlox’s touch was like a shot of oxygen to that flame, making it burn ever brighter.

“Good.” He leaned in, peppering my face with kisses. They started out whisper soft and grew in intensity. “I might not want to drink your blood, but I do enjoy nibbling.”

Phlox’s hand slid under my sleep pants. I’d stopped wearing underwear over a hundred years ago, which gave him easy access.

“Hmm, is this for me?” Phlox’s tongue rasped up my cheek, rougher than I expected yet oh so delicious.

“Everything is for you,” I managed and meant every word.

Phlox’s movements briefly halted before starting again. “I can’t figure out if that makes me hot as hell or scared out of my mind.” His warm breath tickled my ear.

“I do not wish to frighten you.”

“I know. But it’s a lot of responsibility. You’re giving me a lot of power, Leon. I don’t take that lightly.”

“And that is why it is freely given.” Had Phlox felt differently, he would not be my beloved.

“Fucking hell,” Phlox muttered, his hand picking up speed as he ran it up and down my shaft. Phlox’s hips undulated as he rubbed himself on my thigh. His pants and groans grew, rivaling any sound I uttered. His pleasured moans drove my pleasure, filling me with heated desire.

“Are you close?” Phlox panted.

In answer, my back bowed as I arched off the bed, shooting cum into Phlox’s talented hand.

“Oh shit, I’m—” Phlox’s filthy groan filled the room and soon I felt the warm wetness of his release pressing against my thigh. It would cool soon and become uncomfortable. Regardless, I couldn’t make myself move.

Phlox’s long, content sigh made me even less inclined to clean up. “That’s definitely something we should repeat in the future.” Crawling up my body, Phlox’s wings stretched out behind him, fluttering and covering us in a magical haze of dust. If pixie dust didn’t dissipate, the world would be covered in it.

Long tendrils of silken hair draped across my body, falling to the side and spreading out along the bedsheet. Phlox’s lazy, contented grin stared down at me. “I thought about doing that earlier this morning, before the sun rose.” His cheeks pinked. “Peaches said that he and Lucroy typically have…intimate times during or after a feeding.” Reaching down, Phlox cupped my now flaccid cock. “I knew you were interested. Thanks for not pushing it then. I’m not sure why, but I really needed to spend time with you in my other form first. I wish I could explain it, but I don’t know that I can.” Phlox sounded far too apologetic.

“I have no regrets regarding what we did or did not do. I have rarely experienced the level of peace and contentment having you near me gives. I cherish your cat form. You may feel free to shift and lay on me or beside me whenever you desire.” Phlox could shift and just run around the room like a mad kitty for all I cared.

I hadn’t realized Phlox was tense until my response eased him. “Thanks, Leon.” Phlox’s tongue darted out and licked a strip along my lips. The roughness was gone, making me think he’d partially shifted his tongue earlier to make it raspier.

Rearranging his body, Phlox grimaced. “I can’t believe I just came in my pants like a teenager.”

“I do not believe I am in any better condition. I also believe I am far older than you and thus my situation is more embarrassing.”

Phlox threw his head back and laughed before slapping the bed and moving off me. I wasn’t sure if he pushed his body up or if his wings lifted him.

“Come on, Leon. Let’s get cleaned up before I have to do the walk of shame up to my apartment for fresh clothes. Maybe I’ll get lucky and Johnny won’t be in yet.”

I gave Phlox a questioning glance.

“Yeah, I know, but a pixie can hope.”

Hand grasping my wrist, Phlox pulled me to the bathroom and started the shower. It was possibly the best shower of my long life.

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