Page 21 of Of Pixies and Promises
Sid’s release came in a hard, ragged final thrust as he seated himself and trembled, his face buried against her neck. They were streaked in sand, water, golden dust, and sweat, but neither cared. They held each other’s twitching bodies. She sensed he wanted to relish the moment, but her second wave of need was already building.
She pushed him off her and freed her wings. More dust shed, covering them.
“I can’t stop,” she gasped, her eyes wide.
“Whatever you need,” he growled.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
She hadn’t meant for her words to worry him, but doubt flashed over his expression before he shuttered it and said, “You are in control. You won’t hurt me.”
Nyra’s need pulsed well into the night. Sid met her pound for pound, stroke for stroke, every single time. They tried washing in the lake, tried removing the dust, but more came. It was like a dam had burst inside her. After all these years of waiting, her body was having no more. It wasn’t until hours later that Sid became too tired to hide his response, and it triggered something inside her.
She forced the next wave down, her lungs to slow, her heart to calm. They were now up near the forest and lying on a bed of soft leaves. The glow from the bioluminescence and moon cast Sid’s face into a contrast of shadow and light, and his frown was unmistakable.
“Are you okay?” she asked, slotting herself next to him, trailing her hand down the slick, muscled abdomen to where his still-hard cock twitched at her attention.
He winced. “Fine.”
“You can barely form a word.”
“It’s just that Little Sid needs a break.”
She smiled as her fingers wrapped around the marvelous smooth shaft. “I think I can hold the dust back now.”
She’d stifled it, but the need was there like a rabid beast barely sated, creeping beneath the surface of her skin. She prayed that he couldn’t tell. His lips twitched, wanting to smile, but his eyes remained closed. “You weren’t kidding when you said there would be a frenzy.”
She kissed the corner of his lips and then slid down his body to wrap her mouth around his fascinating cock. Thick, smooth,veined. His audible gasp made her smile. She licked and laved and showered him with attention.
“Little Sid,” she teased, “deserves to be thanked for his service and showered with care one last time.”
He thrust gently into her mouth, panted, and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Take it all, Fangs,” he rasped. “Just be careful.”
“All?” she gasped. “Like, deep into my throat?”
His eyes snapped open and found hers as she glanced up his body. “You’ve never had a cock in your throat?”
“Pixies are barbed.”
“But you have barbs in your soft little pussy?”
“They’re not painful and can be quite sensational. There’s a biological reason for them, something to do with each male in the harem wanting his seed to triumph, but it means pixie dicks aren’t exactly made for my mouth. But with you, I think I can keep my jaw open wide enough without my fangs scraping your precious flesh.” She grinned as she took him deep into her throat, demonstrating how skilled she was at protecting his special asset, only coming off him to say, “Which is what makes you so special.”
Possessive heat flashed in his gaze. “I’ll be the only one who takes your mouth.”
When she nodded, he came alive, rallying enough energy for a last few frantic minutes until he climaxed with her lips around him, jetting into her throat and giving a long shuddering exhale before dropping his head back to the ground.
“Fuck, Nyra,” he groaned. “You’ll kill me.”
“Don’t say that,” she said as he tucked her into his side.
“I’m tougher than I look.”
“Yes, you are.” She rubbed her hand lovingly over his chest. “And you’re mine. There’s just one last thing I must do to prove it.”
“What’s that?” he mumbled, eyes closed again, his breathing evening out.
