“I’ll watch to make sure you do it right.” She leaned back into the doorframe to give him room and admired his reflection and his backside as he washed himself under her eager gaze.
The water splashed over his hands and then onto his cock, the length not fully soft and quickly thickening as he stroked himself clean of his cum.
“Are you jacking off or cleaning?” she asked him and he met her gaze, lower lip catching between his teeth like a boy caught touching himself.
“Mistress, I’m cleaning,” he whispered.
“You’re doing a very poor job of it.”
Her words made his breath catch, and his cock thickened even more. She stepped in closer to him, brushing his back and those tight, sharp little wings as she did so.
“Like this,” she whispered into his ear as he bowed his head. Her hand wrapped around the base and together they stroked him under the flow of the warm water. She smiled and twisted the knob to cold and kissed his shoulder.
He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes closing. They continued stroking together under the now-chilled stream of water. She made sure to caress over his balls too, squeezing and raking her fingers over the flesh as he cried out again with that mixture of pain and pleasure. His cock swelled to his full length, rock-hard and bobbing lewdly in the stream of water.
“I’m glad you’re not finished. I haven’t had my chance to put my marks on you,” she whispered and turned off the water, still stroking him with his help. “Go put on a condom and…get into my bed.” She pulled a towel off the wall and attentively dried him, careful now of his scratched balls and tormented cock. “I’ll warm you up nicely.”
He shivered in excitement as he obeyed her. She removed her shirt and skirt and adjusted her mask and the headdress that had lost many of its fancy feathers. A quick wash of her face and mouth and she applied more lipstick as she heard him rustling the condoms and then his light steps to the bedroom—prowling, lithe and graceful.
Her reflection grinned wolfishly and she felt herself blush at the woman who stared hungrily back at her. That most certainly was not Ursa from Oakland. That was some other being.
Naked, she strolled after him and into the bedroom. For the first time in her life she didn’t care about her round belly or full hips, or her breast size and height.
The man in the bed looked at her as if she were the most edible treat in the whole place of decadent delights. He looked perfectly at ease with his thick arms folded behind his head and his cock already wrapped in the condom, standing at full attention. Like a delicious present.
Not for unwrapping but for tearing to little pieces.
He smiled a greeting to her and mouthed hi while giving his hips a little waggle and she stepped to the foot of the bed and slowly climbed up between his legs.
He arched his hips upward as she slithered her hands up his strong thighs and kissed her way up to his cock and over his belly, breathing in the sweaty heat of his body, still slightly damp despite the toweling dry. She could feel the chill in his skin as she straddled his hips and pressed her wet pussy along his cock, rubbing herself against him.
“Fuck, you are so wet!” He shivered, looking down her body at her flushed pussy lips, split around the girth of his cock as she rocked back and forth against him. She was so wet it was almost a lather between her pussy lips, and her thighs were slick with her juices.
“I’ve been teasing you all day and haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you. I need you so bad. I don’t want you to hold back. I… I want it rough.” She looked at him while she rubbed his cock head against her clit and pressed herself against him there, crying out softly at the sensation that tightened her pussy and stomach, and all the way up her spine.
“Yes!” he agreed and squeezed her hips, hands sliding around to her ass to pull her roughly forward against his cock. “Your pony is ready for your first ride. You’d best hold on very tight.” His teeth gleamed as he grinned and rocked, muscles tensing under her as he shifted.
She moved with him, responding as naturally as though they’d done this before. She rocked forward when his thick cock pressed against her opening and for a moment, the pain was almost too much for her. She was not a virgin—no. But she’d also not had anyone that big and it had been so long. Too long. His expression showed concern and his movement stilled but she thrust back against him with a shake of her head. “More!” she whimpered.
He clutched her ass hard in his hands and pulled her down onto him, moaning with her squeal of pleasure and pain as he plunged into her, inches of fat cock spreading her wider than the two fingers he’d teased her with. Teased her until she’d creamed all over him, and now his cock was claiming her.
With a snarl, she raked her fingers over his chest and caught one of his nipples between her fingers to pinch and twist, pulling against the tight bud until he bucked under her, snarling out an oath of pleasure and pain and need.
His hips drew back and then surged forward, making his cock draw out of her and then slam back in, rattling her bones with the smack of impact when his balls slapped into her backside. “Yesss!” He sat up, wrapping his arms around her as he let her ride and grind against him, shuddering. “Don’t you dare hold back,” he whispered into her ear, dark and growling as he nipped her there. “Fuck, you’re so tight!”
She screamed into his neck when he made her come. Every part of her tried to resist the pleasure but the need was too strong, and she’d longed for this since she’d raked her eyes over him. She came so hard, she thought she was going to fly to pieces. Only his strong arms around her kept her from breaking and she wrapped her arms around him, brushing against the base of his wings as she did. Her pussy throbbed around his cock, desperately milking him as shocks of sensation raced up her legs and spine.
“Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop!” she snarled into his neck, biting him.
“Never!” He rolled her over, pinning her to her back and adjusting to his knees with a powerful thrust into her that pounded her into the bed and made her see stars for a moment. “Again?” he whispered with a small, dangerous smile and drew his hips back, cock sliding out to the head, and he gave her several quick, shallow thrusts, stirring her honey until the room was filled with the wet slurping smacks of his cock into her.
“No!” She whimpered and he grinned and lifted one of her legs, laying it against his chest as he bowed forward and fucked her long and slow, over and over, steady as a fucking machine. He held her gaze and she cried out desperately as she came. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking and pulsing, and she arched up against him, pinned to the bed and unable to escape the pleasure as he fucked her through the orgasm, bowing to kiss her chin very softly.
“There. There it is. Yessssss,” he growled and then moaned as she raked her fingers down his shoulders just under those exquisite wings. “I didn’t think you could be more beautiful, but when you come around me— Fuck, princess…” He arched into her, sealing himself inside her until his balls nuzzled her ass. “Again!” He made it a demand this time as his cock drove in long, deep and so hard it was a sweet agony.
She couldn’t speak but shook her head in denial and clung to him in the storm of sensation that spread through her aching and pleasured body. Her screams of release echoed through the room as he took her and tore her orgasms from her, pulled them one after another with the steady, sweet and sometimes brutal thrusts of his cock.
There was no keeping track of the orgasms, or the different positions he placed her in. He slid his legs over hers to straddle her and pin his cock between her thighs and pussy to fuck her tight, wet opening while she couldn’t writhe or buck against him. He slowed after the last shuddering, rending climax that was closer to pain than pleasure and drew himself from her, caressing her face with his careful fingers.
“You still with me, princess?” he asked with a purr and nuzzled her cheek and the tears there that she didn’t know she’d let escape her.
“Yes!” She was…sweetly broke
n and satisfied, except that her lover was still hard.
She curled into his sweaty chest and whispered, “Perfect!”
“Not too rough?” he asked, smoothing his hand down to her breast, cupping it and rolling his thumb over her nipple before squeezing and rolling it. When she moaned and pressed herself into the touch, he smiled. “Ah, not too rough, then.” He bowed his head and kissed the nipple but did not take it between his lips, though there was a long hesitation there, his breath hot and panting from his ruthless fucking. “Princess…I want to take your tight little ass.” As he said it, his cock gave an eager pulse against her thigh.
She tried to resist arching toward him like a hungry cat, but couldn’t stop herself, her back bowed forward and she whimpered at him. “Yes!” God, she was going to be ruined for any other man in her bed forever!
He rolled her onto her side without resistance, his big hands smoothed over her sweaty skin, squeezing and pinching, savoring the softness of her under his strong grip. Then she completed the roll onto her belly and wriggled her ass into the air, grinning over her shoulder at him where he knelt, squeezing a palm full of lube into his hand to slather onto his cock. There was a wicked little gleam in his eye as he applied the cool gel to her and she squirmed forward before he grabbed her and hauled her hips back up and toward him.
“Come back, princess! There’s no escape for you now, pretty.” He bowed over her back, growling and nipping up her spine while his cock nuzzled along her pussy, pressing in easily with the lube and her juices and the sweet, deep angle. His moan vibrated up her spine where he rested his cheek, breathing into the nape of her neck.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! You are so fucking sweet!” He whimpered, the first indication of that steely resolve fracturing.
Her thighs quivered with that now-familiar warning of pleasure and release and the sweet ache coiled around her as she moaned with him. “Please…don’t stop. I…”
“You are going to be the…death of…oh fuck.” He bit the nape of her neck and continued to thrust into her, long and steady, his body shuddering.
The bite—oh, that ache matched the tangle in her pussy and she came around him with a sob of delight and pleasure. His broken moan echoed hers as he growled into her skin.
They rocked together, her pussy clenching tightly around him. His big hands gripped her hips as he eased back inch by inch, drawing his cock from her sleek pussy. “So close, princess,” he whispered, rolling the head of his cock against her slippery asshole. “So…fucking…close.” His voice had the same shiver to it as his body, and he drew in several long breaths before pressing his cock into her and spreading her tight little pucker around him.
There was pain, but around it, liquid pleasure sweetening the sharp sensation of being pushed open and open and then he was inside her, pressing deeper, and she could feel every inch and vein and pulse in him more intimately than his steady fucking. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped his breasts, breathing into her neck as his chest pressed over her back.
“Oh, God, yes!” she whimpered brokenly. but he didn’t move yet, she could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing as he growled low in his throat.
When he began to move, the pleasure of it stripped her breath away and she could only utter a harsh rattle of a cry as he slid back and then plunged deeper. The second time, he arched deeper still and his body jerked, tightening and shuddering. He bit into her shoulder as he trembled and she thought he swelled inside her before she felt the hotter pulse of his climax, deeper in her than she’d ever let anyone—and she wanted more. More! Her thighs quivered and she arched back against him as he continued to come and buck over her.
He carefully rolled to his side and pulled her with him, still inside her and his hands caressed her body as he slowly spiraled down from that climax. She thought she felt the soft tickle of feathers along her arm and side but did not open her eyes, as though the sensation might flitter away if she looked.
With uncertain fingers, she reached blindly forward where she felt the tickle on her side and felt the long, bristled feather tips and closed her fingers around the shaft and snapped her eyes open. It didn’t vanish from her fist. It looked and felt quite real.
“What’s this?” she asked when she felt him holding his breath behind her.
“A feather?” he questioned, after a long pause.
She twisted to look back at him, holding on to the feather, and she could see the look of pain and concern in those dark eyes and the set of his mouth as he tried to pull the wing back. “Seriously. We’re fucking and I’m not hallucinating this time, obviously. You need to say something about the wings.”
The wing stopped tensing against her and cupped over her side as he frowned. “I’m not quite sure how you even see them. You shouldn’t be able to see them. No one else does. They’re not important.”
“You are an angel.” She pressed the question again. He’d lied to her.
“I told you, no. Princess…please… I have wings.” His dark skin colored and he actually looked ashamed.
“I like them,” she said quickly and wriggled back against him, feeling his heart hammering hard into her spine as his arms squeezed around her. “I just wanted to understand why you have them.”
“I was born with them. I keep them hidden and no one ever seems to notice them, or feel them.”
“Even when you flap them around and touch people with them? Your other lovers?”
She felt him shrugging behind her, his breath warm on her neck. “No one has noticed. Except you.”
“Can you fly?” She wasn’t sure she should ask more, but now she was intrigued.
She was so curious that she pressed her luck.
He was silent and stroked her stomach lightly. “Yes,” he said through his teeth.
“Do your parents have them?”
“Princess…”
“Maybe you’re a superhero,” she continued.
“Doubtful.” The wing around her stirred and jerked back and away before she could claim the feather and hold on to it. “Sexual deviants are not heroes.” That was the first time she’d heard anger and pain in his voice.
“I like them,” she said again, firmly. “They are part of you, and you should be proud of them. And…and fuck anyone who says you can’t be a hero because you’re kinky.” She covered his hands with her own, enjoying how large they were under hers.
He didn’t say anything, but she could feel the anger in him for several long moments. Why had she pressed him? Did it matter? Tomorrow she would be gone and his lovely wings and body would belong to someone else. Of course, it didn’t matter.
“You all right?” he asked into the lengthy silence that stretched between them. “Yes.” She wriggled back against him and felt the rumble of his growl through her spine.
“Good. You devil.” He kissed her shoulder and she felt the sting from the bruise there, thanks to the bite, and glanced back at him.
“I’m the devil?”
“You scratched me.” He pushed out his lower lip. With a sigh, the playful teasing fell away. “I need to get up and…clean up.”
She knew they both should, but didn’t want to move and lose that moment. Nodding at last, she wriggled away from him, the sensation of him sliding out of her a distant ache, replaced by emptiness. He met her gaze and smiled before slipping gracefully off the bed and into the bathroom. She heard the shower go on and thought about joining him and then touched her mask.
Instead she went to the second bathroom, grabbing her clothes, and showered his sweat and scent from her deliciously bruised skin.
Chapter 5
Sunday, Nov 1, 2015 Dawn
Ursa woke in the circle of strong arms and a powerful chest pressed against her spine and the steel strength of a hard cock nuzzling against her ass cheeks. For a moment, she felt disoriented in that dream-like state. Faint sunlight struggled through the gauzy curtains in a gray light and the events of the night before came back to her slowly.
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sp; Cupid.
Angel?
Fantasy man?
His arms tightened comfortably around her, his large palm pressed against the soft curve of her stomach and he made a pleased sound against her neck. She felt his smile widening in his sleep. His happy sigh tickled her ear as he cuddled against her.
Sleepily she started to squirm back toward his warmth and comfort and then froze when her mask tangled in the pillow and sheets, pinching against her ear. The mask. It was a dream. She leaned her head back so she could turn to look at him. His mask was slightly askew but had stayed on, as hers had. It didn’t conceal his beautiful mouth though—mobile lips and tongue pink against his chocolaty dark skin.
It was a mistake to have slept with him, she realized, but she couldn’t bring herself to sleep alone as she had the first night. There was something addicting about that though. She had to return to the normal world and her life beyond, and there were no heroes in that life. No majestic, shadowy men who craved chubby girls. She didn’t know his name and he wouldn’t ever kiss her. It was a fantasy.
Carefully, she untangled from him and the bed covers and pulled on her clothes and her cloak. She didn’t dare look back at him, just as she hadn’t allowed a last touch of those mystical wings. The weekend was over. It felt cowardly to leave without saying goodbye, but she knew she couldn’t face him without crumbling and spending every last heartbeat of time with him. She left the harness for him, along with the pretty prize he’d won for her during the race. He deserved it more than she did.
She felt disconnected from the world as she rode in the limo, heading back home. She’d departed before breakfast, not only to avoid seeing her new friends but to save herself from seeing beautiful Cupid in the daylight. She didn’t want him to see her crying at their departure. Untangling from his arms had been the hardest thing she’d done in a very long time.
The last moments in his arms had been the most erotic in her life. How was she going to step back into the normal world now? The power and confidence she’d felt in those moments was slipping from her mile by mile.
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