Page 44 of Lessons with the Mothman

Elias chuckled darkly, and his fingers dragged out of me with agonizing patience, like he was trying not to stimulate me first. My breath was ragged, and I softened once more as he stood in front of me, one hand raised as he sucked his fingers clean with a noisy thoroughness that made me blush, the other hand quickly unfastening the front placket of his trousers and untying the briefs below.

A glitter of gold fanned out from the opening, and I smiled at the playful appearance of Elias's tendril-like coremata. They'd been a surprise last time, but an amusingly pleasant one. A moment later, with a tug at the hips of his trousers, Elias's long, thick shaft slapped free, bobbing in the air. My mouth filled with saliva as I recalled the strangely rich flavor, and I tried sitting up, only to catch the shake of Elias's head.

"Just remember, my dear, it only hurts the first time," Elias said, and then he reached down, scooping up one of my knees and pressing it back to spread me open.

He guided his cock into place and met my gaze.

"Sir, I—Ah!" I screamed as he thrust in fully, all at once. The stretch was sudden and shocking, but it didn't hurt. I was slick and ready for him. Instead, the immediate pressure andpossession made me clench harder around Elias, throwing me close to the edge once more. I clawed at his chest, and he bent over me with a long groan, pinning me in place, his stillness almost as powerful as the single deep thrust.

"That's it, darling. You'll be all right," Elias murmured into my ear as I twitched and settled beneath him, my body adjusting into an eager, wet welcome of him inside of me. "There, now. Yes, what a good, tight little cunny you have. I know it hurts, but you're such a good girl."

I whimpered as if his words were true, although it was a whine of pleasure,need, rather than the opposite.

"It…it doesn't hurt." I relaxed the claw of my fingers into softer strokes, petting Elias's chest through the layers of clothing he still wore.

He lifted slightly, smiling at me, and tipped his head. "Oh, doesn't it?"

I shook my head and felt a pin catch against the bedding, slipping free. "No, sir. You feel good." I nudged my hips into his as proof, batting my lashes.

Elias's smile softened. "You feel good too, darling. So good, in fact, I need to—" I yelped as he snapped his hips back and into me once more, roughly, just as he'd said. He groaned, eyelids sliding closed, head lifting. "Oh, yes, little girl. You feel good. I'll leave you sore after all, I'm afraid."

I opened my mouth to reassure him, but Elias reared up, thrusting hard once more, drawing a cry from my throat and fucking me across an inch of the bed, my hair pulling from the pins.

"Mmm. Pretty little whore," he rasped, and I flushed from head to toe, my hands flying to cover my face, to cover the strange shamed joy of the taunt.

Soft claws grazed over my chest, catching the collar of the chemise, and I shouted as he bucked again, brutal and quick,tearing the thin silk open nearly to the waist, shoving the ripped material aside to reveal my breasts.

"Hold your legs open," Elias ordered. I shook as I caught my legs behind my knees, squeezing my eyes shut, knowing the picture I made, loving it. I sobbed as his hand gripped my breasts, pinching and pulling over my nipples as he started a steady, rude rhythm inside of me. "A little tart all painted and primped for the first time. Forme."

"Yes," I breathed, the word ragged with the force of Elias's fucking.

"I'm going to teach you how to take a man in hand, little whore. How to suck and nurse on cock. But oh, I'm going to fill this little pussy so you'll be dripping with me for days, darling."

I twisted, trying to hide my face in the sheets, but Elias gripped my chin and my eyes flew open to meet his.

"No, darling. You'll watch me. You'll remember my face. The first man to ever teach this sweet cunt what it was worth."

"Oh god, El—Sir!"

Elias groaned, and his hands joined mine around my knees, spreading me until my thighs burned. His head fell back to expose the soft fur mane around his throat, and his wings stretched wide, monstrous red and rust and gold eyes staring down at me until lust and terror mingled and burned through.

"Oh, Victoria, you are tight," Elias squeezed out, his body shuddering over mine.

I was getting tighter, rocking back and forth over that edge that had evaded me for so long. Hot stinging tears rose to my eyes, and I wiped them quickly against my shoulder, not wanting Elias to mistake them.

I didn't care if I came. I didn't care if I didn't. I was just grateful for the shocking storm that came right before the fall, the way our breaths grew loud and echoed in my ears, the way my blood seemed to boil and race through my veins, theirregular clench and drum in my core that skittered away when I tried to focus on it.

So I watched Elias instead, watched the moment his eyes spread wide in surprise, his throat flexing as he bellowed his pleasure, his body jerking and stuttering forward, hands slipping free of me to brace his fall toward the bed.

"Fuck," he snarled, the word drawn out on a groan, shoulders trembling.

I released my own legs and wrapped them around his hips, savoring the weak moan from his lips. He collapsed, and I trapped him there, my arms around his neck, my face buried in his fragrant mane, Elias twitching helplessly atop me.

My body thrummed in triumph and denial, frustration sweet as the near but uncooperative crash settled down once more, tamed by the weight of the man who'd just taken his own relief.

He sighed and tried to move away, but I tightened my grip around him, a grunt of over sensitized pleasure in my ear.

"I had a whole plan," Elias muttered, but he stroked his nose around my ear gently.

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