Page 90 of Marked By Feral Monsters
When I'm buried to the hilt, I reach around Dina, nudging her hands aside so I can take over. With one hand on his hip, the other wrapped around his cock, I pull Nix down on top of her.
She lies down, her back against my chest. Dina bends her knees, and I guide Nix inside her pussy.
I can feel every inch of him as he pushes all the way in. It takes us a moment to find a rhythm, but as soon as we do, she relaxes. I rock my hips, and begin fucking her ass just as Nix finally wakes from whatever magical delirium he fell into.
He's still mostly in bird form, but as he fucks her, his feathered hands grip my hips, and I groan into Dina's hair, letting him take care of us both. She's whimpering and pleading, panting and shaking.
Pleasure snakes through my spine. My lower back tightens. Dina quivers, and with as stuffed full as she is, in no time, her orgasm takes full control of her body, everything inside her spasming all at once. I fuck her ass, harder, faster, rocking up into her, feeling every sensitive nerve ending alight with pleasure while Nix bucks her hips back into me.
Nix's wings flap and suddenly we're airborne, all three of us.
I almost fall out of her, but she clamps around my cock while Nix's arms hold me close to them. And his wings flap, lifting us higher. I hold onto him tight, then he flies us into the wall. My back slams into the solid plaster. It cracks dust around us, and I can't hold out any longer.
The rush and force is too much. I'm buried so deep, and she's still spasming, or is coming again, vibrating like a fucking toy between us. And on Nix's next thrust, he grunts, "That's it, my darlings. You're both so beautiful. So perfect. So good, coming hard for your monster," and I lose all control. My cock sprays deep in her ass, but that's just the start of it.
Pleasure zaps through me, long and wild, and I'm frantic, pounding into her, against the strange, weightless pressure of Nix's wings holding us up, his hands clutching my ass, pressing her so tightly between us. I come so fucking hard, I'm erratic with my thrusts. Once, twice, thrust. Another shake. Thrust. I'm still coming. The back of my head slams into the wall. Even thepain of it—because I canfeel—is the greatest pleasure, just the icing on our sweaty, sticky cake.
Nix lowers us to the ground, and I fall out of her ass. Nix pushes Dina to the ground between us. She's sobbing. Red-faced. Her skin is raw. I work my cock with my hand, but Nix slaps it away and takes over. I haven't come in decades, not really.
It's all built up. A memory, a flash of every time I pleasured her. Every time I fucked her to her completion. He keeps pumping me, aiming my cock so I can shoot cum all over her stomach, her perfect tits. I rub it in with my other hand, nearly gagging on dry air because I can barely breathe without shuddering—years of nothing, and now everything, all at once. Air, breath, heat, blood in my veins, stiffening my cock.
Nix does the same, working himself over with his other hand, marking her like a feral beast. I keep coming, my balls pulling up tight, my cock so sensitive I swear I'm almost empty, but still, I keep coming. His hand is so rough. The feathers are so light. Heat surrounds us. He feels so fucking good.
Dina's soaked. My cock sputters once more, then falls limp. Nix releases me, then flattens his semen-soaked fingers and works her clit until she's coming too, screaming, sobbing against the hard wooden floor.
Until it all slows down, and my whole body trembles. I'm empty. My heart is racing. It's silent—a vacuum of heavy breathing and tension. But different from our usual silence.
It's nearly light out again. The crack of dawn through the window peers into her bedroom. It's stopped raining.
We're filthy with plaster, dirt from the dust on the floor, and cum.
I look between Nix and Dina. He's almost human again.
Nix still looks feral. His teeth shine as he snarls, whipping a hand out but landing gently on my cheek as he wipes away a tearfrom my eyes. I didn't even realize I was crying. Then he shoves his thumb in Dina's mouth. She's crying, too.
I don't deserve this. Not after all I've done.
Ideas, ways to make it up to him, for everything he's done for me, start swirling in my brain, so fast I nearly pass out. I'm already running on empty, but I've got enough in my reserves to lean down, and, for the first time, feel the warmth, the delicious taste of Dina's lips, as I pull her in for a kiss. She softens and moans and cries against me. "I love you," I whisper.
"I love you, too."
And when I release and lean closer to Nix, he frowns and jerks back. But I just smirk, lean closer, and pull him in for a kiss, too. He bites my lip, scraping his sharp teeth against me, sucking on my tongue.
They couldn't be more opposite.
Dina is my sweet, soft, deviant lover, full of kindness, determination and loyalty. She's beautiful and everything I've ever wanted.
Nix is our feral fucking monster, full of darkness, pleasure and promise.
This isn't the life I expected, but it's the life I have, the one I want, and will do fucking anything to keep.
Dina
I've slept most of the day away, and I know I need to get up.
But I'm comfy, and I don't want to move.
I'm also not ready to deal with whatever is happening downstairs.
