Page 82 of Memories Like Fangs
“Eres la criatura más hermosa que jamás haya existido, milibélulita,” I gasped.
“W-what?” Byrd asked, her eyes half-open from the pleasure we were both riding.
“It means, ‘You are the most beautiful creature to ever exist, my little dragonfly.’”
“That’s so pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you,” I said, returning to my slow, sweet teasing of my girl. I continued to kiss my way down her body, giving extra attention to her scales when I encountered them. When I reached her nipples, I tenderly kissed them before licking and nipping at them until they were peaks. Then, I replaced my mouth with my fingers to work on the other one. Byrd squirmed under my touch, moaning as she rubbed her thighs together and rolled her hips, seeking any friction she could.
“Quinn—Papi—p-please, I-I need you right now. I c-can’t take it anymore,” she begged.
I gave her nipple one last parting flick of my tongue before replacing it with my fingers, too. Teasing that nipple while my other hand squeezed her other tit made her cry out again. I groaned, almost having to close my eyes as the wave hit me, too.
“Mhmm, I missed you begging for me like that, Sweetness. There are few sweeter sounds.” I kissed my way down her stomach, loving on her wounds, tracing my tongue along the lines of her tattoos, nipping at her bare skin, and leaning back as I did until I was finally face-to-face with the finest treasure of them all. Byrd was already dripping wet, and I knew it was from so much more than the shower and bath, whose suds still clung to her. It made her already perfect pussy even better.
I couldn’t tease either of us any longer. I pushed her thighs even further apart. Then, I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit at the same time that I put a finger inside of her glorious heat.
She was so tight.
She was so wet.
We both cried out in pure bliss, already so close to the edge that it wouldn’t take much more to push us over.
I worshipped Byrd’s clit, moving the tip of my tongue over it like it was a sacred ritual. I lavished it with as much praise and dedication as it deserved. At the same time, I added another finger and curled them both deep within. I massaged the spot that I knew would make my girl lose it.
I felt every wave of her pleasure crashing over each other as they washed over me. I knew when she was at her peak. So, I added a third finger and danced my fingers down the base of her tail.
Byrd roared as she came. Her detonation pulled me in with her, and I came on a scream with her. We both shook as both of our orgasms bounced off each other, amplifying in their loop to send us over again. There wasn’t much we could do but ride the aftershocks of our bliss. It was so powerful, I wasn’t sure how I was able to remain conscious through it all.
After what felt like forever in the best way, our orgasms calmed into a steady thrum between us. Byrd collapsed back against the bed, and I allowed myself a moment to try to steady my heaving chest between her thighs. Soon, I felt Byrd’s skin starting to cool under me. Knowing she would start to shiver from the cold soon because of her dragon nature, I quickly got up and found an oversized shirt for her to wear. I carefully placed it over her head, slipping her arms through the holes. Then, I moved us both underneath her infinitesimal amount of blankets. Usually, having so many covers on me would cause me to overheat, but Byrd’s cold-blooded body acted as the perfect cooling system, so I never felt the warmth from the blankets. I lay on my back as always and situated Byrd on top of me to curl there. Her cold body temperature balanced out my warmth instantly. Her tail wrapped itself around my leg, mindful of thespiky crystals jutting out of its end. Her wings fanned the air under the covers and her shirt for a moment before settling into stillness. I thought she was about to fall asleep, but instead, Byrd snuggled even further against me.
And, she started to cry.
She clung to me as her shoulders shook. Her sobs wracked through her body, broken only by the occasional sniffle. Her crying was not a wailing thing. It was mournful, yes, but I knew it for it truly was. It was what Byrd wanted.
It was release.
Whether my girl knew it or not, this was her way of letting go and handling the bullshit that had struck her over the past few days. And, if it wasn’t her way, it was at least her body’s way of physically dealing with it now that she had a safe, stable place to do so.
I didn’t speak. There weren’t any words that would fix this, nothing would make this pain of hers ease overnight. It wasn’t what she needed right now. She just needed to get this out and to know I was there while she did. So, I drew patterns up and down her back to soothe and ground her. I held tight to her, clinging to her as if to imprint the idea that we would never leave each other alone again.
It was a vow I very much intended to keep until my dying breath.
I waited until Byrd’s crying stopped and her sniffles turned into that precious purring that I adored. Then, and only then, did I allow my own heavy eyes to close and experience the most peaceful sleep I had had in weeks.
Doves
QUINN
Waking up next to Byrd? No words could describe how perfect it was.
Golden yellow rays of sun set the room ablaze as I fluttered my eyes open. Byrd was still in my arms, but now she was curled into me as a little spoon. Her legs were entangled with my own, and there wasn’t much space between us. I had draped my arm across her to pull her even closer against me, and she held to my hand like it was her favorite stuffed animal. I couldn’t feel her tail coiled around my leg anymore, nor could I feel her wings against my chest. At some point last night, she had shifted into her full human form once more, her tail and wings now back to tattoos under the covers. I could feel the warm tingle of their magic where my skin touched them or even through her shirt. Yet, she still purred softly. Dinah was curled on her feet, purring just as loudly as her mom, and Clarkson was a chocolate cinnamon roll in front of Byrd, snoring louder than either of them. My girls made the perfect trio. The scene was so peaceful, so beautiful, so perfect that my heart squeezed.
I could lie and watch them for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, my bladder had other things in mind.
I carefully untangled myself from Byrd, trying my damnedest not to disturb her or the furbabes. By some miracle, I was successful and able to tiptoe into the bathroom. I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my pants on the way. Seeing that it was a little after ten in the morning, I noticed that I had a text from Nat from the night before:
