He’d warned you. Growled it low through fanged teeth, wings twitching.
“Hmn… You mustn’t… touch me like that, sweetling. I… I will not last.”
But did you listen? No. Of course not. You were too busy tracing your fingers along the chiseled lines of his abs, too obsessed with the way that thick, pulsing vein along his shaft twitched every time you moaned his name. He was shaking. Because of you.
Boldly, your palm teased his massive cock, the head flushed a dark violet and already dripping pre-cum, droplets leaking down that carved length. You hadn’t even stroked him properly yet, and he was panting, wings flaring, claws digging into the wall behind him like it was the only thing keeping him from wrecking you.
“P-please, I… nggh… I will not stop once I start.”
Good Heavens, how could you have enough of him begging you like this? Oh, the sounds he made when you finally licked the tip. Holy fuck. He broke. Groaned so loud it rattled the cave.
“F-fuck… I c-can’t—yes— too good— no—too much—”
More moisture leaked from him. And you hadn’t even put him in your mouth yet, just lapped at the sensitive head, kitten-licks over that spot that made him jolt, his thighs twitching. You could feel it, the pulse, the pure desperation and the way his body tried to hold back.
In the end, he spilled all over your face with just a few slow sucks, his whole form tensing, wings curling tight around your back as if to trap you in his heat. He was tried to pull away, but he couldn’t. Just kept coming and coming, muttering apologies in that gravel-deep voice as his hips throbbed from the aftershocks.
Oh, but you weren’t done.
You looked up at that trembling mountain of muscle, flushed and still hard and said, “Oversensitive?”
“Be a good boy and let me ride you?”
“Ride me, sweetling. I’ve got the best seat,” he said, his cock bobbing for you.
When you moved to ride him, pussy yet and yielding, he let out a roar that shook dust from the ceiling. He fucked you, stretched you insanely, his hips rolling so hard he nearly knocked you off with every thrust. He gave you bliss, again and again, filled you with his cum while you whispered filth in his ear.
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