Page 70 of I Married Kayog
Before I could come up with a smart quip, Linsea’s hands on my sides glided up to my chest in a gentle caress… then gave me a shove.
I yelped in surprise, throwing a hand behind me to stop my fall, only to land on the soft cushion of the couch behind me. Her palms on my shoulders kept me sitting down when I straightened. Whatever question or comment I’d intended to speak died on my tongue when my female leaned in front of me.
She rubbed her beak against mine before gently pecking it in a way that demanded access. I immediately complied, my stomach fluttering as our tongues mingled. Despite having a more dominant disposition, I allowed her to take the lead. As I reveled in her sweet taste and the possessiveness with which she kissed me, I fought the urge to take over.
I was hers to do with as she pleased.
To my dismay, she pulled away from me just when I was further leaning into the kiss. With a vocal command, she activated the music player, and a slow, instrumental songresonated through the room. With another vocal command, Linsea dimmed the light, setting the perfect mood.
Blood rushed to my groin, and I straightened even more on the couch to better enjoy the show taking place before my greedy eyes. Linsea moved gracefully, swaying her hips left and right, the long feathers of her flowy tail accentuating the motion as it trailed behind her like a cascading waterfall.
She spun around in a slow rotation, her hands roaming over her body in a sensuous fashion that heated my blood in no time. Turning her back to me, Linsea bent forward and shook her behind so that the tip of her tail brushed teasingly against my face. I wanted to lunge forward, pin her to the ground, and ram myself home before fucking her senseless.
The thrice damned circlet left my emotions wide open for my mate to plunder. Linsea chuckled smugly, reveling in her power over me. Wanting to up the ante, the wretched female bent even lower, lifting her tail, and spreading her legs wider. My cock jerked angrily, demanding to be freed from the confines of my protection pouch when Linsea opened her flap, exposing her slit in all its splendor for me to drool over.
Head down, my mate glanced at me from between her legs with a taunting expression. She licked her beak in a lascivious manner before teasing her slit with one finger, dipping it in and out a couple of times. She abruptly straightened, her tail feathers swiping across my cheek with an impertinence that warranted a proper spanking. But Linsea turned around to face me while licking the finger she had just touched herself with in a way that almost had me growling in frustration.
My female chuckled again as she strutted towards me with the grace of a predator closing in on prey paralyzed by fear. Except it was lust pinning me in place.
A fire lit in the pit of my stomach as she caressed my body with growing boldness. When I tried to reciprocate, she swattedmy hand hard enough to give it a good sting. I burned with the need to protest, flip us around, and show her who was in charge. But I squashed it again.
My whole life, I battled to acquire some sort of control over my life when it constantly seemed to spiral. It had become an almost intrinsic part of me to always be the one at the helm of what I actually had a say in. But this was different.
Although I doubted Linsea was testing me and my ability to submit, I suspected at a visceral level that she needed to know that I trusted her enough to abandon myself to her. And I did. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this female.
A sound halfway between a purr and a coo vibrated through my chest as Linsea partially extruded her claws and carefully raked them between the down feathers of my neck, chest, and sides. A violent shiver coursed through me each time her thorough exploration triggered a strong reaction—whether physical or emotional—that revealed one of my sensitive spots. Just like I had done during our first time together, she was studying my emotional responses to her touch to narrow down my erogenous areas and what I enjoyed her doing to me.
Like her, I loved having the crook of my neck gently pecked, especially close to my nape. For some inexplicable reason, it always resonated directly in my cock. Her claws on my pelvis—right below my navel—also fanned the flame of my arousal. But the one thing I never expected to be a massive turn on was Linsea carefully scratching the inside of my palm with her beak as she traced the lines within before sucking on my index finger.
A bolt of lust exploded between my thighs. Linsea’s smug chuckle as her tongue swirled around my finger both pissed me off and aroused me. It was the provocative way in which she tilted her head to lock eyes with me as she continued to suck on my finger. Her right hand covering my crotch made herunderlying meaning clear. Maker, I could almost feel her mouth on my cock.
Her claws gently teased the seam of my crotch, coaxing me to extrude. For a split second, I considered resisting, both to provoke her and to see how she would ‘punish’ me for misbehaving. That latter thought almost made me deny her. But I had silently pledged to submit to her will—this time—and therefore complied.
The hiss of relief that escaped me took me by surprise. I hadn’t realized just how strained my cock had become, stuck in its confines while growing increasingly hard. However, my female greedily wrapping her hand around my length had the hiss shift into a strangled moan.
Linsea slowly licked my finger from bottom to top in perfect sync with her hand stroking me. My abdominal muscles contracted, and a dull throbbing pulsated in my cock. My breath hitched when she extended her tongue to its fullest length just shy of nine inches and proceeded to lick the inside of my palm.
My cock jerked in response and, to my utter shame, a bead of precum seeped out. A triumphant smile stretched my mate’s beak. Moving at lightning speed, she abandoned my hand to lick my head and then swallowed my length.
I cried out, my back arching as my wings twitched with the instinctive need to spread wide. Linsea squeezed the base of my cock almost painfully, as she began to bob over me. I could feel the head hit the back of her throat with each downward motion. I would have marveled at the fact that it didn’t seem to trigger her gag reflex, but intense waves of pleasure robbed me of any rational thought.
She adjusted the angle of her head so that every time my cock would hit the back of her throat, each of myganacswould come into contact with it. These small, natural bumps on my glans vaguely resembled subcutaneous implants. Aside fromenhancing our female’s pleasure during penetration, they were also highly erogenous for us males. Each impact on them felt like electric sparks of bliss setting off around the head of my cock, spreading down its length, and sending fiery tendrils running throughout my pelvic area.
The soft warmth of her tongue wrapping and swirling around the head with each stroking motion was driving me insane with pleasure. When she closed her beak, carefully scraping it against the spiraling ridges of my shaft, I nearly came undone.
I shouted, and my hips involuntarily bucked, nearly choking her. My loins were ablaze, and I felt faint with the need to give in to ecstasy. But I refused to find my release before my mate, especially not after so many months apart.
Just as I was about to yank her off me, Linsea gave my cock a final lick before rising to her feet from her kneeling position in front of me. She climbed in my lap, her seam parting to reveal her glistening slit. The delectable scent of her musk had my entire body seizing with need. It took my foggy brain a moment to understand what had prompted Linsea’s almost pained moan seconds before she impaled herself on my cock.
I cried out again at the exquisite burn and searing heat of her sheath tightly engulfing me. By the expression on her face and the tremor of her body, my mate was feeling overwhelmed by both her pleasure and my own. I remembered all too well how insane it had been to have the bliss her touch procured me multiplied a thousandfold by the one she felt.
A savage series of grunts tumbled out of me as my female immediately set a feverish pace as she rode my cock with wild abandon. My fear that I would fail to pleasure her without my ability to feel her emotion completely vanished. Even with the circlet still blocking me, the voluptuous sounds emanating from my woman, her gorgeous face dissolved in a pure air of bliss, and the frenzied way with which she touched me and responded tomy own attentions made it clear she more than approved of my ministrations.
Having memorized each of her sensitive spots from our previous couplings, I stimulated every single one of them, making her moan and whisper my name with the needy possessiveness I craved.
An inferno raged inside of me, burning me from the inside out. Linsea’s inner walls clamping down on my cock threatened to send me toppling over the edge. Needing even more, I slipped my hands under her rump, effortlessly lifting her slightly before pounding into her from beneath. She hung on to my shoulders, head thrown back as an endless stream of moans tumbled out of her. She looked like a goddess with her massive, pristine white wings spread behind her, gently flapping with each thrust. Her long, fluffy tail also caressed my legs with each motion.
My mate’s legs began to shake, and her claws dug into my shoulders as her breathing grew louder and more labored. Sensing her imminent climax, I drew her closer to me and reclaimed her mouth. With my left hand still propping her up above me, I slipped my right hand around her back to claw at the down feathers at the base of her wings.
