Blacken by Alandra Rankin (i love reading books txt) 📕

was caught in his teeth in desirable concentration, discovering that he too could blush.

She took his face in her hands, gripping each side while bringing his mouth to meet hers once again in a quick kiss. The woman still supported the patterned shorts, deciding to use his hands as a guide and led them to the fabric, hooking his thumbs to allow him to shimmy them off her hips while she watched his face. Rhulle in turn glanced down, watching as he was the one to remove the clothing, having it hit the floor with a wide-eyed look.

He took his hands off of her, stepping back while his wings draped over him, “I… I am used to wearing something to cover certain afflictions. I am afraid that is not the case this time and I wanted to be sure it was alright before I… I- uhm…”

Oh…

“I would like to see…” her voice was airy, slightly dazed at the arousal positively dripping in the room.

Rhulle’s breath was shaky as he was met with her soothing smile. Was he truly that nervous?

The deft wings parted, revealing a pale member parting through a slit. It had a slightly pinkish tone, the shape coming to a point at the tip with a wide base. It was covered with ichor, having been stored inside of him and writhed slightly at the cool air.

Avie let out a breath in holding, staring at the new revelation that showcased itself for her, “It’s... incredible. May I?”

He nodded, and she reached out, feeling as though the movements were in slow motion as she touched, resting a single finger at his base. It was smooth, warm, and wet. Following the length of it up, her other digits joined in the trace—cupping the smooth texture further. Rhulle moaned, his knees buckling slightly at the touch.

“That is… quite sensitive. I—uhm, could I see you first instead?” his voice was strained, eyes locked on her connection to him.

She released her hand, “Of course.”

Settling back down on the bed, the woman leaned back onto palms, timidly parting her legs enough for Rhulle to observe. He leant over her, placing a hand on her thigh, brushing up until he touched the lips, playing and exploring the sight before him.

He hovered, eyes fixated while the pad of a finger stroked her most sensitive bit, a gasp leaving her. Rhulle’s head snapped up and looked at her, his narrow eyes watching her reactions as he repeated the act, applying more pressure, his own quiet pant slipping out as he drew more sounds out of her.

“That feels good,” Avie sighed as her hands gripped at soft sheets.

The hand disappeared, both of his moving instead to grasp the back of her torso under her arms. He stood her up with him, flush up against each other while he kissed her deeply.

She felt the erection squirm on her bare stomach as they kissed, tongues locked in an erotic dance. The feathered being let out a breathy gasp, his voice husky, “I want you, Avie.”

He sat in the armchair, pulling her down onto his lap, much like the first time they kissed. In the same motion, he wrapped his wings around them both, blocking out a majority of the light in the room, keeping her close to him. Only his eyes casting a faint glow allowed her to see. The crooning was back in full force, his member now slick against her.

“I have never felt like this. I want you; I want this,” the claws brushed into her scalp once again, the other tracing over her bottom lip with a thumb, pulling it down slightly.

Avie pant in anticipation. Was it too soon?

“I want you too.”

His features lit up, akin to receiving the most amazing gift.

With his hands on her hips, Rhulle moved her closer, his own rocking up towards her to create friction. It felt amazing, electricity shot through her and pooled into her core, hands curling into his feathers while her eyes rolled back and closed.

The crooning intensified; she could feel it rattling her body from where she sat. Avie opened her eyes, reaching a hand down to grasp him, reveling in the sound he made. He watched her ministrations, small noises escaping whenever she increased her grip, his bottom lip clenched between sharp teeth.

He was panting, stopping her hand and letting her release her grasp, “I want to make you feel as good as I do.” Rhulle kissed her again, raising her up with his extraordinary strength.

Caressing his face, she felt the small tip of himself make its way inside of her.

She moaned into the kiss, feeling him lower her onto it—getting her accustomed to the shape as it got thicker the further down she got. He had to break away with an inhale, his claws gripping into her hips while she was fully seated.

“Tight…” his voice was strained again.

Avie looked at him to see his eyes clenched shut, breath laboured. She let out a questioning noise, not sure if she heard him correctly.

“It is so tight… I-Is-is it supposed to be like th-that?”

She never heard him stutter before, he had always been so eloquent with his speech, but here she was, ushering it out of him…

“Does it hurt?”

His eyes snapped up to hold hers, “No. It feels good. It feels so fucking good.”

Swearing… Another first.

The burn she felt began to subside, hearing the way he was talking made her feel hot and bothered, ready for more. The woman rocked her hips, earning her a low hiss. His hands still encompassed her hips, that flick of friction sending him in need of more. Rhulle lifted her up, and then back down with power. A loud moan slipping past her. His grip tightened so much; she thought the digits would bruise her.

The pace increased; her following the tempo, feeling him squirm inside the entire duration. It drove her over the edge, she could feel herself orgasm around him, her grip tightening in the tufts at the nape of his neck