muscles once more, this time with more pressure, and my body gives way, allowing for the firm thrust of his tongue. He gives my ass the same attention he gave my sex, licking and sucking until I moan into the mattress, hips desperate to move, to meet his thrust with one of my own.
His hold on me stays firm, though, pinning me in place, and frustration builds with the pleasure. I grip the quilt, quivering with tension, and my inner muscle tense. Immediately, he pulls back, lips hot on my ass cheeks, and I growl with thwarted pleasure.
He nips and nibbles, waiting for my pulse to slow, for my muscles to relax, before his hands shift to my inner thighs, his thumbs spreading me open, and his mouth returns to my swollen folds.
He repeats the process, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, then pulling back to nip and nibble at my thighs until I calm before he switches to my clit, then my ass.
I claw at the quilt, out of my mind with need and frustration. Everywhere he touches, my skin shivers, over-sensitized with stubble burn and tiny bites.
If I were on my back, I’d grab his hair and hold his mouth where I want it until he gives me release, but he holds all the advantage in this current position, leaving begging as my only option.
And beg I do. I don’t know what words drop from my lips, I only know that he refuses my demands and my pleas equally.
Clear thought vanishes under the haze of lust and desire, and when he rises to straddle my hips, I cry out with relief to finally, finally, feel the heavy weight of his cock cradled in the crease of my ass.
He rubs it against me, the small nubs that run the length of his cock making me quake with need. Small drops of cum hit my skin like tiny volcanic explosions, and I jerk at the impact, then whimper and beg for more.
He fists the back of my shirt, the material giving way with a hard tug to bare my back. Hot hands stroke up my spine. “Let your wings out.”
I shiver at the command, my wings slipping free of their hiding place. Anything, anything to have his cock inside me.
He ruffles through the small feathers next to my spine, and I pant with pleasure, then whine when he moves to the slightly larger ones farther out.
The bed dips as he leans over me. “Make them glow again.”
I pant, not understanding. “What?”
He stretches my wings to their full length, which isn’t very far. “Make them glow.”
“I can’t.” I wiggle beneath him, desperate for the feel of his cock.
He twists my hair in his fist, pulling my head up. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “So much.”
“Then make them glow.” The power behind the order shakes the bed beneath me.
I try, I really do. I think of glow sticks and candles and jack o’ lanterns, anything that glows, and will my wings to do it for him, but they stay passive, no brighter than they usually are.
Panting with the effort, I slump in his hold. “I can’t!”
Growling, he shifts over me. “Keep them out.”
I nod as far as the hand in my hair allows, and his free hand drops to my ass. He grips my cheek hard, spreading me open, and the blunt head of his cock presses against my tight ring of muscles, barely giving me warning before he thrusts inside in a hard snap of his hips.
I cry out in pleasure, my body rippling around his cock to accommodate his girth. My succubus nature precludes the need for lube, but it still takes time for my body to adjust to his size.
Time he doesn’t give as he pounds into me.
The burn of stretched muscles blurs with the pleasure of finally being filled, and I writhe beneath the tight clamp of his thighs around mine, desperate to move. But Tobias completely controls my body, forcing me to accept the pleasure he deals out without being allowed to take for myself.
I reach back with one hand, nails sharp against his skin, and he shifts his angle, driving deeper, pounding me into the mattress with every thrust. My body rocks beneath him, the pickle of the sequined pillow rough against my stomach. It gives my hips just enough lift that there’s no friction on my clit, and my inner muscles clench desperately around my empty, aching core even as