Page 51 of Hera

“You get to undress me, but I get to undress you as well,” Hera said playfully, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his jeans and pulling him snugly between her legs, rocking him back and forth. She started at the bottom of his purple dress shirt, the buttons slipping easily through their holes and slowly revealing his skin.

Once she had opened enough, she started pressing her mouth over his heated skin, peppering kisses along his chest and outward to every inch of his skin that she could reach, her fingers tracking higher and higher until she pulled the shirt off his shoulders, letting it pool behind him.

Augustine shivered in anticipation as she worked open the button and fly on his jeans and yanked them down his legs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans before ordering her, “Lie down. It is your turn.” He took off his socks before crawling up onto the bed, hovering over her. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers catching in her curls as he stroked her cheek. He wasn’t fully paying attention to her legs, which had wrapped around his hips.

Hera smirked up at him and suddenly he found himself lying on his back, her hair creating a curtain around their faces.

“That is so hot,” he murmured, tracing her jawline with one finger. He kept going, down her neck to the strap of her tank top, the other hand joining in the fun on the other side. Her breasts were hanging low, the material of the top gaping and showing off her cleavage. Slowly, hardly daring to breathe at his audacity, he trailed his digits along the tops of her breasts and gently pulled the material down. “Okay?” he asked hesitantly.

“Please,” Hera whimpered.

At her approval, he pulled the material the rest of the way down, freeing her breasts, cupping them in his large palms and pushing them together over the top of the tank. He ran his thumbs over her dusky nipples, watching them tighten and draw in until they became hard points. “Your body is so responsive,” he said, sliding one hand around her back to rest between her shoulder blades and thrusting his hips up.

Hera was thrown forward with a little yelp, her wings popping out in her surprise.

Augustine grinned, not only did he get to touch her beautiful wings, but her breasts were now directly in his face. “Tell me what feels good,” he said before drawing one beaded nipple into his mouth, tracing nonsense patterns over the hard little bud with his tongue and then, biting down softly. His fingers buried themselves in the downy fluff at the base of her wings, searching for her sensitive places.

She writhed in his grip, panting above him. “Augustine!” she gasped. “Too good! I’m going to come!”

Satisfaction curling deep in his belly, Augustine released her breast. “I want you to orgasm for me, I want you to end untouched. If you do, I will fuck you with my tail again until you soak your panties with your fluids. Then and only then will I flip you over and enter you, finally joining together as one.”

“Ohhhhh fuck, August!” Hera whined, thrusting her hips ineffectually over his abdomen.

He smirked up at her and sucked her other nipple into his mouth, biting down at the same time as he pressed his fingertips hard against her wings.

Hera arched, crying out as she shattered in his arms.

“Yes, my Goddess, you are perfect,” Augustine hummed against her. His hands left her feathers to glide over her hips, pulling her sweatpants over the swell of her ass. His tail nimbly slid inside the material and stroked over her hot, wet pussy. “I cannot wait until I am inside you. You feel like heaven.” In so saying, he thrust his tail into her soaked core without warning.

CHAPTER15

Hera was barely comingdown from her previous orgasm when she felt cool air on her ass and then her twitching pussy was filled with the tapered end of Augustine’s tail. It unerringly went straight for the sensitive spot on the front wall of her channel and she already felt like she was on the edge again.

Assaulted by the trio of sensations—his hot mouth on her breasts, his fingers in her wings, and the thrusting of his tail deep inside her—it was all she could do to catch her breath. “More, give me more!” she gasped.

Augustine looked up at her, one eyebrow raised in a cocky expression that shouldn’t be that attractive. Hera almost scowled at him, but then she felt his tail curling inside her, swelling until it was twice as thick. “Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned. “August, I want you. I need you!”

“Remember what I said,” Augustine replied, sounding amused. “I want you to make a mess of your clothes. Orgasm for me and I will gladly join with you.” His tail punctuated his words with short, sharp thrusts that had her spiraling.

“Keep doing that—” Hera cut herself off with a non-verbal shout. “Yes! There, keep it—” And then she felt like she was flying again, all her nerves ricocheting with pleasure signals that were almost too much to bear.

When she recovered, she felt empty and wet, her pants sticking to her skin in an uncomfortable mess. “Oh my Goddess,” she muttered, her face flaming. She covered it with one hand.

“What was that?” Augustine asked, awe coloring his tone.

“It’s called squirting,” Hera mumbled. “It doesn’t happen all the time, just when I’m stuffed full.”

“So beautiful,” Augustine murmured, pulling her down his body so he could join their mouths. “You are incredible.” He slid his hands inside her pants, pulling them down further while he rubbed along her thighs.

Hera lost herself in the plushness of his lips, relishing the way he took care of her. She twined her fingers through his hair, gripping at the roots and tipping his head back, both of them gasping for air. “My turn,” she breathed, sitting up and bringing him with her. Continuing the arc, she laid back on the bed, wings spread out to the sides.

One of the benefits of making the apartment bigger,is that I won’t accidentally knock something over with my wings.

Augustine slid the sweatpants down her legs, tossing them off the edge of the bed and crawled back over her, nibbling and licking his way up her body, skipping over the rolled-up tank top under her breasts.

“This mating bite you’re going to give me,” Hera said, moaning slightly when he flicked his tongue over a sensitive nipple.

“Yes?” He switched sides.

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