Page 47 of Changeling
Tail prepped, I rock my hips forward, lean in, and feed him only the tip of my cock. To distract myself from the heat of his mouth and the eager glide of his tongue, I concentrate on nudging his cheeks apart with my tail.
Beneath me, Sebastian helps, spreading his legs wide, opening for my exploration. “That’s it.” I encourage him. He’s doing so well. “Now relax.”
I press my tail inside him, the nub breaching his tight ring of muscle and heat. His body stretches around the intrusion, accommodating me and sucking me in. His eyes flutter shut. His tongue stills against my glans.
For as long as I live, I’ll remember his moan of pleasure, the thrum of it around my swollen cock.
My erection looks enormous in Sebastian’s elegant hands, in his lovely mouth, purple against the tan of his fingers, the pink of his lips. This image alone could bring me to my pinnacle.
“Sebastian. Seb. Open your eyes for me.” Even his name is perfect. He obeys, the bright golden brown of his irises almost entirely eclipsed by blown pupils. “Do you want me to come in your mouth, or should I—”
He nods vigorously and takes my cock for a ride. Jolts of pleasure shoot from the seal of his rosy lips straight to my balls. I moan, wrought from deep within, and use my tail to fuck him in earnest.
I push the nub to that hidden sweet spot inside him, seeking his pleasure. Sebastian doubles his effort in response, taking me deeper and using his hands on my remaining length. He sets a sensuous rhythm that I copy with my tail.
We rock together as one. His chest is sweaty against the backs of my quivering thighs. His scent blooms bright in the air, sweet as ripened pears and just as succulent. I breathe him in greedily. The demon and I, we take our fill, feeding off every desperate whimper, off the passion and fervor, off his very magic itself.
Sebastian cries out as he spills, his throat vibrating around me with the force of his climax. The warmth of his release splashes my back. Though I try to hold out, I’m doomed to fail. His body clenches around my tail, his tongue swirls over my head, and I’m lost to a quaking eternity of bliss.
I’m full of his ardor, and he is stuffed with my tail and my seed. Together we pant and tremble as we ride our shared apex.
When the grip of rapture eases its hold, I ease my cock from his mouth. My tail, I leave relaxed inside him. He hasn’t given up possession of it just yet, his body holding tight to its pleasure source.
Sebastian licks his well-abused lips, and I can resist them no longer. Shuffling to lie on his chest, I dip and kiss him. He wraps his slender arms around my back in a warm embrace. His spent cock is trapped between us, seed hot against my stomach.
Slowly, one leg straightening at a time, Sebastian relaxes his thighs, then his ass, and I gently pull my tail free.
We rotate to our sides, still kissing, and curl into each other. I stroke his soft, silken hair, the long plane of his back, the curve of his tender rump. He fits so perfectly in my hands.
We’re sticky and sweaty. In a moment, I’ll rally and rise from the bed. Wet a cloth. Clean us up. But not yet. Not now when he’s pliant in my arms. So warm and sweet, his muscles loosened, our bodies melding together like they’re meant to be one.
I commit the feel of him to memory along with his perfect sugared scent, the gentle cooing noises he makes, the warm puff of his breath against my sternum.
To have this only once is torture of the worst sort. I want to wake with him day after day and pleasure him night after night, but all I’ll have is now. And later, this memory.
It will never be enough.
CHAPTER13
Sebastian
It’s nearly dusk.The Twig stirs to life while Dominus and I prepare for our walk north to meet Remy and Sachi. The room has been set to order, my things are packed, and Dominus insists on carrying my bag for me.
Untangling myself from the warm cocoon of Dominus’s arms was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I don’t want to leave him, but our inevitable parting has already been set in motion. I long for a sign that he wants me to stay, but beyond an incredible romp in the sheets, he’s given me nothing. So I’ll go, but I know I’ll think of him when I’m living in The Dozen’s fancy castle. I’ll wonder how he is, what he’s doing, and whether he misses me, as I’ll miss him.
Tears threaten to cloud my vision. I blink them away. Dominus is an incubus, and no matter how attached I feel, our union is just one of many dalliances in his long life of partners. Normal for him, though a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me. I won’t embarrass myself by getting emotional. At least not until I’m alone.
I startle as Rizpah arrives. She sweeps into the room without knocking, a melancholy expression on her face and packages in both hands.
Though we don’t share a language in common, we manage to understand one another perfectly well. I tuck the colorful scarf she made me closer around my neck and offer her a smile.
She gives the packages to Dominus to put in my pack. It was half-empty when I first got here, and will be stuffed full as I depart.
With her hands free, she reaches up to frame my face, warm palms on my cheeks.
“Örülök, hogy megismertelek. Remélem meglatogatsz majd minket.”
Dominus translates for her. “Rizpah says it was a pleasure to meet you, and she hopes you’ll come back to visit.”
