Chapter 92

Aldara let her head fall back against the pillows. This was what she'd been yearning for. Somehow she'd known, just known, that his touch was going to be unlike anything she'd ever felt before. No man had ever touched her like this. She wasn't sure how she knew that but she did. There was no one she was betraying by being with Marc and she'd be betraying herself if she wasted this opportunity.
She fisted her hands in the sheet and moaned as his tongue stabbed into her pussy. The small invasion was hot and welcome but it wasn't enough. She flexed her hips, trying to draw him closer, take the touch deeper. His tongue was slightly raspy, like a cat's and the friction was incredibly erotic. Finally, he pulled his mouth away and tested her opening with one long finger.
"More," she cried. She opened her eyes to enjoy the sight of his tawny head buried between her thighs. He was magnificent in his gargoyle form. His hair was curly, almost like a lion's mane and his ears were higher and more peaked than in his human shape. She couldn't wait to explore his wings and tail but not until after her raging need had been sated.
He added another finger, stretching her almost to the point of pain.
"God, you're tight, blackbird. Are you sure you've done this before?"
"No," she admitted, panting heavily as he stroked his digits in and out. "I'm not... Not sure... Oh yes, please, right there." Then she couldn't speak anymore. His tongue had begun to rub against her swollen clit, sending lightning bolts of pleasure zinging from her cunt through the rest of her body. She didn't think she'd ever been this aroused in her life.
Her breast ached so she took one in each hand and pinched the peaked nipples between her fingertips. How she wanted him to suck them deep, chafe them with that raspy tongue. But not if it meant making him stop what he was doing to her pussy. His fingers fucked her, going deep, and curled up to touch a spot inside her she hadn't known existed. At the same time he closed his lips around her nub and sucked - hard.
Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids. Every muscle in her body went taut as her womb spasmed and her legs squeezed down on Marc's shoulders. As the tension broke, she screamed his name, sobbing out her release. The tremors went on and on, longer than she'd have dreamed they could. Through it all, Marc continued to pet her with his fingers and gently lick up the wash of cream he'd brought forth.
"Beautiful," he told her when she finally opened her eyes, still quivering, still gasping for breath. "Can you sleep now?"
She shook her head. "No. I need you, Marc. I need your cock inside my pussy, filling up all the empty spaces."
"Are you sure?" He scissored his two fingers open, stretching her vagina a little farther. "I think you're a virgin, Aldara. I don't want to hurt you and I don't want you to have any regrets."
"No regrets." She opened her arms, inviting him to move atop her. "Only joy."
"More than I ever dreamed." He came over her, leaning up on his elbows and pressing her pelvis into the mattress with his. His erection prodded her hip, hard and thick and long. "Let me know if my weight is a problem. I'm a lot heavier right now than in my human form."
"Your weight feels perfect," she told him honestly. Her hips tilted up to cradle him and her knees were bent on either side of his hair-roughened thighs. She wrapped one arm around his waist, below his wings, and the other around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.
He came willingly, his lips meeting hers in a kiss so carnal that her blood began to heat all over again. She tasted the salty tang of her own juices on his lips and that made her want him even more. When his tongue plunged inside her mouth, she wriggled her pelvis, wanting his cock to plunder her cunt with just the same assurance.
Just when she'd forgotten how to breathe, his mouth left hers, blazing a trail of sucking kisses up to her ear then down to the hollow where her neck and shoulder met. He sucked harder there, drawing blood to the surface to leave a mark - for a little while at least, until her body regenerated. She wished it would last. Nothing would make her prouder than to be marked as his.
"Mine," he muttered, just in case she hadn't understood.
"Yours," she whispered in reply. "Now take me." Her cunt felt empty, ached to be filled by him and him alone.
"Soon." He had more patience it seemed than she did. "First there's more I have to taste." He kissed his way down her collarbone to her breastbone, down into the valley between her heavy breasts. "I've been wanting these in my mouth since I pulled you out of the surf."
A wail broke free from Aldara's throat as he circled one beaded nipple with his rough tongue. She'd been wanting that too, at least since she'd awoken to find him sitting beside her. Her breasts were so tender, so hungry for attention that even such a slight touch was devastating. She clasped one hand in his mane of hair, holding him to her chest. With the other she lifted the heavy globe toward his mouth, like an offering.
"Beautiful," he said again, blowing a soft puff of air across the wet tip. "So lush, so responsive." He licked it again then closed his lips around it.
"Marc!"
The strong pull as he sucked sent more tremors through her body, as if a live wire ran straight from her nipples to her cunt. He drew on her powerfully then caught her other nipple in his hand and pinched.
The orgasm this time was slight, really just an echo of the one she'd had before but it was still amazing. And she wanted more. "Please!"