It frustrates and overwhelms, everything I both hate and love.
The first shiver of orgasm trembles through me, and I bite my lip, my mouth filling with a copper tang as I fight to hide it from him. If he pulls back now, I’ll cry.
When he releases my hair, my head drops to rest against the mattress, and he strokes the small feathers at my spine. “You can let go, now.”
Sobbing, I tip over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me.
Distantly, I feel Tobias pull partway out, his knuckles grazing my ass as he fists his cock at the base, then fire and landslides rush through me, his hot cum filling me to the brim.
I scream as the power crashes into my body, spreading out to the tips of my limbs before rolling back on itself and driving into my core, where it joins the power already there. My skin burns with heat, my body overfull, and I lay panting beneath Tobias as I struggle to contain it.
His fingers move through my feathers, and I crack an eye open as he spreads my left wing out once more. It still looks the same, white feathers with a hint of blue at the tip. The shafts pulse red with blood, and a flicker of iridescent light comes and goes, but no glow.
He drags his still hard cock from my body. From past experience, he won’t soften until the knot at his base deflates. Why didn’t he knot me? He loves locking our bodies together, despite my many objections to it. My inner muscles flex and quiver, unhappy to be left empty.
When he shifts, lifting one leg to wedge between my knees, I open willingly, glad to have freedom to move again.
But instead of moving off of me, he hooks my freed leg over his elbow, tilting me onto my side. Body achy and mind fuzzy with the aftershock of my orgasm, I stare at him in confusion, then moan as his cock drives into my swollen folds, finally filling my empty heat.
The thrust is shallow, the knot at his base stopping him from fully entering, and he pulls out before thrusting in once more, grinding against me as if trying to force his knot inside. My entrance stretches, the skin tight but refusing him complete entrance, and he pulls out once more before repeating the frustrating process.
Desire builds once more, and the new influx of power gives me a burst of energy. This new angle provides more leverage than before, and my eyes narrow on his determined face as he stares at where our bodies join.
He had things his way; now it’s my turn. In a languid roll of muscle, I lift my captured leg free and swing it around to his other side as I push him backward.
He falls against my nest, pillows collapsing beneath his weight, and I ride him down, his cock still buried partway inside me.
My hands find his shoulders, and I press him into the mattress as I lean over him. “So, what’s the plan here? Fuck me until I figure out how to glow or pass out?”
“Yes.” Undeterred by the change in position, his hands clamp around my hips as he tries to work me down over his knot.
I groan, my hips swiveling as I struggle to accommodate him. I want his knot inside me, to feel him pressing at the end of me, filling me completely. Thighs flexing, I rise a couple inches, then drive back down, rocking over his swollen base.
His stomach muscles flex and bulge as he sits up, then pulls my legs around his waist. The change in angle hits the sweet spot inside me, and I lean back, hands on his thighs, as I gaze down at where our bodies meet.
There’s something tantalizing about watching his glistening cock pull from my body, then vanish as he thrusts back inside. Something mouth-watering about watching my body slowly work down the swollen flesh at his base.
Sweat coats our skin, our breathing turning ragged with effort.
Tobias leans forward, catching one of my nipples between his teeth, and my back arches, driving me down hard on his cock. My body gives, stretching that last inch, and he pops past my entrance, driving deep inside of me.
I cry out, the sudden fullness more than I expected.
One hand shifts on my hips, slipping to my ass, and hard fingers prod at my entrance there. Three fingers shove inside, not nearly as thick as his