Page 45 of Seraph's Tears
I stroked both inside and outside at the same time, and suddenly she let out a high, keening cry. She writhed beneath me, she surged upward and bit my neck, she squeezed my fingers so hard I thought they’d come off inside her.
After a moment of tense, agonizing, perfect, beautiful silence, she slumped to the bed. Her hair spilled around her, a halo framing the beauty that was Eve Lovejoy. Pride and satisfaction surged through me. I’d done that. She’d been pleasured by me. And I wasn’t done yet.
I removed my fingers and gripped my weeping cock, pumping it once. It was on a hair trigger, ready to spend. Truth be told, I was worried I’d come before making it all the way inside her. I’d have to go slow for both our sakes.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, crossing and locking her ankles together. She smiled at me with a dreamy, hazy expression only found on well-pleasured women. “Your turn.”
“Our turn,” I answered through gritted teeth.
“More?” she asked in disbelief.
“I certainly hope so.” I swept my tip at her entrance, and the realization that our wetness was mixing together hit me hard. Possessive hunger ripped through me. Mine. All mine. Our arousal together made a perfume unmatched in the entire world—both human and mine. I eased the tip inward, pausing to take a breath and forced my muscles to relax. My balls jumped, ready to push me through to my climax any second, but I wanted to do this right and well for Eve.
Eve stared at me, brows furrowed as if concentrating. “Keep going,” she murmured. “It doesn’t hurt yet.”
I held back a grimace. The coven that had sheltered my sedge in the beginning had taught us about human women, but I’d forgotten this part. I didn’t think I’d ever been with a virgin. And even so, seraph women didn’t experience pain the first time. I suddenly felt completely inadequate for this position. I might’ve claimed her, but maybe that wasn’t for her best.
“Just…just do it,” she said, reading my hesitation as uncertainty.
I was also afraid I'd come too soon and not please her again. I nodded, taking a fortifying breath. How my friends would laugh at me now, afraid I’d spend my seed far too soon like a horny, pubescent fledgling.
I flexed my hips, pressed against her clitoris, and thrust hard and fast.
She gasped, eyes wide, and her body bowed against me. Eve bit her lip, turning it white.
I saw stars, and I teetered on the precipice of release. My concern for her, however, held me barely in check. “Eve?” My voice sounded like ground rock.
“I’m okay,” she whimpered. “Yes, the pain’s gone now.” She relaxed, and though her cunny still tightened around my cock like a fist, I could tell she was comfortable now.
“Fuck, Eve,” I swore. “The way you grip my cock, like you want me.”
“I do want you,” she breathed.
I withdrew a fraction, then pumped in again.
Her eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, that felt good.”
My wings had halfway unfolded, tense and quivering in the air. My whole body thrummed like a string plucked and vibrating lust. “Eve.” The base of my spine tingled.
She opened her eyes, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what I was trying to say. Just that this was everything I had imagined and everything I hadn’t. My mind filled with her name, and I thrust to the timing of her name in my head. Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve.
Eve slid a hand around my side, to the underseam of one wing, and I was lost.
My balls tightened, my cock throbbed, and my seed erupted deep inside her, claiming her as my own. My mind hazily wondered if that was possible or if that was lust gone wild after being pent up for five decades.
I gave one last thrust, deep and long, before my cock softened.
Eve gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, and her legs tightened so hard around my hips I thought they might bruise. She shook through her climax this time.
Barely aware of my surroundings, drowning in my own pleasure, I tried to cup one breast and stroke one arm, soothing her body through the intense experience. But I could hold on no longer. My arms buckled under the weight of my satisfaction. I slumped to the side, my face hitting a pillow.
I felt her sigh, then run her finger along some of my feathers. It relaxed me, especially after the climax of all climaxes. My eyes drifted shut as I stretched a wing over her naked body, keeping her warm.
The mattress moved as she curled up beside me, continuing to stroke some of my feathers.
“Eve,” I managed to say.
“Shhh,” she told me. “Rest.”
