Page 227 of Monsters in Love

One stroke of his wings and Xakiras’s mouth leaves mine, a slew of curses flying from his lips. My fingers make patterns on the soft feathers until his motions are erratic and his breathing just as much. I’m whining and writhing while touching him, but I can’t find my fear as we plummet to the earth.

Deep inside my brain, I know he has me. I’m safe here. I grab his wing and yank when his hips piston deeper, hitting my cervix until I’m keening out in both pain and pleasure. He’s gripping me so tightly, I think I might bruise, but I don’t care.

“Fuck!” I finally find my voice as his cock once again hits that spot deep inside that has my body spiking with electricity.

Xakiras’s rhythm is uncontrollable, as my fingers and hips work in tandem. He holds me tighter, whispering over and over, “Just like that; don’t stop.”

The sound of his voice makes my hips grind in larger circles just to satisfy him. His body begins to spiral around, and a second orgasm begins to work itself from the pit of my belly. Just as I feel it, Xakiras clings to me, and his tongue finds the shell of my ear as a low growl rumbles from his throat.

We shoot upward suddenly, his wings leaving the safety of my fingers, and he slides his cock out of me so fast, I swear I might have whiplash. A hand goes between my aching body, wanting so much more than this. He strokes against my stomach. The slick appendage glides against my skin, making me moan. When I look at him, his eyes close, his mouth opens, and he speeds up his touches until he’s a groaning mess.

I want to touch myself, but I don’t want to move my hands. Xakiras bends down with his mouth near my ear. “I am going to paint your pretty skin with my seed, little bug.”

When I whimper with excitement, he jerks, and his panting turns to grunting. Xakiras grips my body tighter, and finally his release comes with a roar. My stomach grows wet, and as it soaks into my skin, I feel a tingling sensation I can’t describe.

Xakiras pants against my ear, and I want so badly to come again, but this time while we aren’t in the air. I want to feel him against the bark of a tree, hilt deep or riding him so I see the look on his face as he comes again.

“I want more.” I’m shocked that I say it, but there’s no blush on my face. “On the ground this time.”

The way he looks at me, pulling himself together is comical. He blinks several times but nods. “My pleasure.”

Fuck yeah, it is.

He flies so fast that I grip his neck, squeezing my eyes shut to keep from feeling sick. At least he’s just as excited as I am.

Once his feet touch back down onto something solid, he grips the bottom of my ass in two hands.

“On your back, Xakiras. I want to see your face.” I take my hand and run it along his wing.

He shivers at the touch, which makes that powerful feeling of making him melt beneath my hands return.

We are nestled on a long, wide limb near the side of the house I think we were in before. These trees are still so large that I know, if I look down, we will be stories high. Xakiras sets me on my feet, giving me free rein for the first time in hours. He slowly kneels in front of me, his hands still touching me as he goes.

I take my fingers and stroke the side of his face, bending down just enough to kiss him on the lips. “All the way down please.”

He inhales a sharp breath but slowly begins the task of lying flat. Now I can see the large cock between his legs. It has two long, frilled, white tendrils that come out from each side and is a bright green just like his wings. The tip of it is pointed, and along the top there are swirling ridges that grow larger until you reach the base. His testicles are tucked closely to the pouch his cock extrudes from and are a richer, deeper green. Its slick coating has a shimmering quality to it, and when I look down at my shirt, it’s glittery. The skin it touches has a tingling numb sensation, and I realize just how amazing his species is.

The females produce no lubrication, so in order to help, the males create the lubrication themselves, and their semen numbs the female so they aren’t in any pain.

That’s kind of adorable.

I hike up my skirt and straddle his large hips, taking him in my hands to slide him inside me again. As I sit on his cock, his head tilts backward, and he groans. His hands grab hold of my hips, while another set takes my arms.

“You feel so amazing,” Xakiras hisses between his teeth.

In this position, he’s nearly too deep, and I whine taking him all. I swear he feels larger than before, stretching me wide until I finally acclimate to his size. I use my thighs on the tree to lift myself while my hands are in the ruff of fur around his neck. I glide off him so easily that when I come back down, the tip of him hits me so hard that I close my eyes.

“So deep,” I whine but I continue my rhythm.

Opening my eyes, I move, slowly watching as his face changes. My hands go around his throat, gripping the sides of it, though pathetically with how much larger he is. Then I pick up speed.

Each thrust I take with my hand around his neck has his hips moving to meet me. One of his hands plays with my nipple while another finds my clit. It’s then the set of hands on my hips wraps around me, pinning me to him as he quickly thrusts into me.

The power exchange lasted all of two minutes.

Xakiras’s speed is far too quick, making our bodies slap together. Each thrust takes him deeper to a painful place, but I can’t stop. The look on his face is pure desire, and his tongue has several times flicked out at his lips.

His finger on my clit furiously rubs in tandem with our movements, and I squirm on top of him. Every circled movement he makes takes my pleasure higher. My stomach gives a twinge; my pussy throbs, but I want more.

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