She blew him a kiss and stroked him faster, smearing his cock head against her wet stomach, stirring the swollen crown through the dew on her belly and using his lust as a lube for her fingers as she jerked him off. He gasped when her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing in time with the strokes as she had in the shower.
“Mine,” she whispered to him as she stroked him, twisting her wrist slowly to swirl her grip up toward the head.
“Yours!” he growled, wings flaring for balance as he arched toward her, presenting his cock to her, his body corded and tight, struggling with his climax and trying to restrain his own needs until she released him.
“Are you for my pleasure?” she asked, rocking under him to show off her breasts and the swollen nipples. The soft curves of her body that, for some reason, he found irresistible.
“I was made for you, Mistress,” he answered through a shuddering moan.
“Fuck right, you were.” She stroked him faster, gripping him at the base while she adjusted the other hand to stroke closer to the tip.
He let out a delightful, strangled roar of pleasure, bucking into her hand. “Yours!” Gazing down at her with eyes glazed with lust, he trembled, the restrained pleasure showing in every line of his gorgeous body.
“Come for me, beautiful! I want to see you shatter to pieces in my hands. I want to feel your cum on me! I want to wear your passion.”
He bared his teeth, startlingly white against the flushed darkness of his face, and roared out his pleasure. The sound echoed through the firelight-spangled room as he bucked above her. He came like a fountain, his massive cock lurching in her grip, pulsing under her fingertips, as he reached his orgasm. Not only was he beautiful in this wild state, like something barely tame, but the glory of his climax was breathtakingly erotic to her. The force behind the release as strong as though he’d not just climaxed in the shower not long ago.
The flood of his cum felt delightfully hot as it sprayed her stomach, shooting up to her breasts and along her neck and chin as he let go. The pearly cum caught the light, looking like golden fire opals in the flames, coating her skin as she aimed him and milked him dry, stroking and squeezing until he was shuddering, crying out her name each time she squeezed until another glorious gush of cum painted along her pale skin.
“Ughn! Mistress! Yes!” He met her eyes, holding her gaze while he panted, swaying, struggling to stay upright. “Oh, fuck!”
His eyes darkened with passion as his gaze trailed over her cheeks and chin, and down her throat as he followed the streaks of his cum. She smiled up at him and stroked a hand up her body, smearing through his seed, shivering at the silken texture of it.
“So much, my sweet,” she whispered, and he groaned when she pressed two messy fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. His eyes widened as she made messy slurping sounds around the slick digits.
“Mistress!” He slumped forward with a breathless gasp, his cock still rock-hard under the fingers encircling him. He pulsed as he watched her nurse his cum from her fingers hungrily. “What are you doing to me?” He sounded choked with emotion, his dark eyes shimmering and black and fathomless.
“Claiming you,” she answered and leaned up, pushing onto her elbow so she could kiss him. He hesitated a moment, but then kissed her back, his breath catching.
His hands fell from the back of his neck and strong arms twined around her. “I love you!” he snarled fiercely into her mouth when they broke for air, tucking his wings around her like his arms.
She wanted to kiss him until the sun came up. She didn’t want to close her eyes and miss a single moment. He rolled onto his back, arms, legs and wings tangled, a huge purring sound rumbling from him as they kissed. The fire was almost out, the candles, too, were as spent as the lovers.
The efforts to stay awake failed her. Safe in the circle of arms and wings, she drifted to sleep. For the first time in almost a month, she slept—deep, nightmare-free sleep against his perfect chest with the sound of his heartbeat thrumming in her ear.
Chapter 6
November 21, 2015
Ursa woke with the contrast of soft feathers and hard muscles curled around her and the iron strength of a hard cock nuzzling her stomach. For a moment, she felt disoriented in this dream-like state. Wintry dawn light streamed through the window, and beyond the open curtains fluffy snowflakes tumbled down on the postcard image of trees and lake outside. A strange sense of déjà vu plucked at her, though this time she didn’t wear a mask and she didn’t have an urge to bolt for the door and escape her future.
Smiling from ear to ear, she cuddled down into the chocolate-scented chest and laid her ear against him, enjoying the steady thrum of its beating. Her human pillow didn’t stir, his breathing deep and steady. Her body felt sore and her heart overfull. The memory of the scuffle came back and she made a face and carefully untangled from her lover, kissing the center of his chest as she got free.
He didn’t wake, but his lips curled as he murmured her name. Sprawled onto his side, he stretched his arms and then his wings, reaching for a pillow that he pulled in, nuzzling into it with a sigh of satisfaction. A few more sleepy cuddles into the softness and his quiet snores resumed.
She watched him, chest brimming with warmth and a tingling between her breasts. The memory of the night before came to her suddenly and she glanced down at herself, startled to find her breast and stomach covered with bright, iridescent scales. With a gasp she rubbed her stomach. The touch dusted them into the air, where they glittered in the dim light before fading. With her heart in her mouth, she dashed for the bathroom.
In the mirror, she gawked at herself. Everywhere his cum had dried on her skin and hair shimmered and twinkled, throwing off diamond sparkles in the brighter light. She smirked at her reflection and petted a spot between her breasts, marveling at the velvet quality of the little scales. Or were they tiny petals? She couldn’t tell. They were too fragile. Even the careful touch crushed them. They twinkled brightly as they fell, turning to silvery ash before vanishing.
Touching her lips, she could still taste the chocolate warmth of his cum. No wonder he was worried about his seed touching her. He had magic cum? Against her fingers, she felt her lips curl up in a smile. Why the hell wasn’t she freaking out about this? Why did she like it so much?
She poked her head out of the bathroom and peered at him where he lay smiling into the pillow, wings loose against his spine. It didn’t seem to affect him or the sheets or shower. Only her?
Leaning her back against the frame of the bathroom door, she waited for it to sink in. Several heartbeats passed and all she felt was pride. Maybe they were delicate feathers! Smiling wider, she quietly washed, a song on her lips, humming quietly as she reluctantly cleaned his scent from her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Leo’s sleepy voice rumbled, surprising her. She whirled with a wet washcloth pressed between her breasts and found him standing in the doorway, wings fanned open wide. His eyes held hers, his expression raw with unspoken fears. “Not leaving, are you?” he asked quietly.
“Oh, God no!” she gasped and tossed the cloth into the sink, and threw herself into his arms. “Of course not. I was going to dress and go fetch you coffee.”
He caught her and lifted her from her feet, swooping his arm under her thighs as he cradled her into his bare chest. “Coffee?” he rumbled, throwing his wings around her too, for good measure. Suddenly a smile cracked his stern expression and he growled low in his throat at her and nuzzled his face into her hair.
“I needed to clean up first.” She looked down at a spot on her breast not yet washed away, and at the other dapples of shimmering spots still on her skin. He followed her glance down and sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Oh.” His face colored with a blush as he lifted his gaze to hers, searching her expression. “Oh. You’re…not freaking out.”
Laughing, she shook her head. “No. It’s fine. You…might be right about the super-potent magic cum,�
�� she said and rolled her eyes.
“Might be right, huh?” He grinned back at her and pinched her ass, making her squeak.
“Maybe,” she answered, squirming. “Come shower with me and we can go down and eat. Then I’ll see about finding you some—”
A knock at the door distracted them both. He frowned and glanced in the direction of the door and let out a breath. “I’ll get it, Mistress.”
He set her back on her feet, and his huge hands smoothed over her body. He drifted out of the room naked. That fine, muscular body prowled away, wings rubbing together before settling into their familiar posture at his shoulders.
It was one of the most difficult things to let him walk away from her. Only the fact that he’d return to her shortly made it at all bearable. She went back to the bed, pressing into his side of the sheets and pillow with a dreamy smile. Even the short amount of sleep they’d managed had left his scent in the linens and she nuzzled into it.
Was this what it would be like if they lived together? Would she feel this intoxicated and heart-full all the time? Her pulse hammered eagerly at the prospect.
When he returned, he wore a towel around his waist, slung low to show off his hipbones and his hard abs. She would never tire of watching this handsome, erotic man. In his arms he carried a huge package. “Compliments of House Mistress,” he said, kneeling on the floor at her feet. Gracefully, he offered her the box.
She sat up, pulling the sheets around her and eyed the white box. “I don’t know if I should open it,” she admitted.
He looked up through his veil of long lashes, his smile sweet and impish. “You have to, Mistress. It’s a gift from the House. Unless you are going to insult her and send it back?”
Frowning, she nodded in acceptance of his point. The box was secured with a wide silver ribbon and fluffy bow. An ornament of a snowy owl in flight dangled from the laced ribbons, leaving no question for whom the gift was intended. The lid came off and the warm scent of leather drifted from within the box.
Her fingers sank into exquisite white fabric and she drew the garment out with a gasp of shock. It was a gown of velvet, pierced with opal gemstones. The gems formed tiny snowflakes tumbling down the full skirts. A matching cloak and hand muff in white fur came out next, along with a white leather belt and empty sheath.
Layers of cloth whispered free of the box as she lifted the confection, revealing the delicate treasure beneath. A mixture of white and silver feathers formed wings on either temple of the elaborate mask. It looked like a huge snowy owl was about to fly up from the interior of the box. Delicate feathers were carved into the moonlight-white procaine and around the shadowed eyeholes opals created a crusting of snowflakes to mimic jeweled plumage.
“My God. I can’t—” Her throat tightened, tears blurring her vision. This was all too elaborate and gorgeous for her. She clutched the dress as though it might shield against the reality of this new mask.
“Yes, you can, my princess,” Leo murmured.
His encouragement settled her somewhat but her hands still trembled as she withdrew the elaborate array of feathers and gleaming gems. It was a work of art. Her chest felt too tight as she held it up to admire it.
Leo’s breath sucked in with surprise, drawing her attention away from her gift and back to the box. Under the mask lay a coiled arrangement of straps in white patent leather.
She set the mask aside and pulled out the harness. The soft sigh and jingle of bells sounded as she shifted it. Leo gasped as she drew it out. The bells were gold and silver, pierced with opal-colored stones that reflected and refracted the light.
“Princess.” Leo’s voice sounded warm and soothing. “It’s all right. Accepting a gift isn’t wrong,” her lover whispered to her, kissing her knee just above the scrapes. The touch reminded her of the fright from the night before. Was this how House Mistress apologized for what had happened?
She smoothed her fingers over the supple leather of the straps, marveling at the padded softness and the mirror-like shine of the ornate buckles. “I’m not sure I deserve these things,” she murmured, not looking up.
“I know you deserve these things and so much more. Enjoy this, princess. Stop doubting and believe you’re worth it.” His fingers squeezed against her and when she looked up, she found him smiling fondly at her.
Not answering, she set the straps aside and pulled out another series of shoulder and chest leathers, the buckles all heavy with polished gold and silver filigree and snowflakes. She held up the chest piece, showing him the owl in flight at the center. Leo murmured his approval and puffed out his chest as he eyed the gear.
“You are a proud Pegasus who needs the proper tack. Right?” she mused and put the breast buckle to the center of his chest, enjoying the contrast of white against his dark skin. His nipples hardened, his hips squirmed.
He made a sound of pleasure and leaned into her leg. “Yes, Mistress,” he agreed, demurring behind a sweep of thick lashes.
There were boots inside as well—heavy soled with spikes on the bottom for the snow or mud. Only, these were not the sort of footwear she wanted to see dirty. The leather was white to match the rest of the gear with long fur accents tufting around the high top and laces.
“I guess this means we’ll be playing in the snow?” she asked with a grin at her pony-boy.
He squirmed in anticipation and grinned up at her. “Yes, please, Mistress.” He wrapped an arm around her calf, stroking up to the back of her knee affectionately.
“I guess since you were so good last night, you deserve a good run.” She played along and stroked his hair with one hand, putting the boots aside. The last item inside the box was a heavy silver, ivory and glass dildo attached to a card.
Owl,
Darling, I know you have a hard time receiving gifts but I hope you will accept this replacement for what was taken and ruined. It’s the very least I can do. Please wear this gown and its proper accessories with my heartfelt apology for what happened.
I’ve taken the liberty of signing you two up for the snow race, but don’t feel obligated if you two want to spend the day in the suite. I wouldn’t blame you. I selfishly hope to see you at the event and the tree lighting.
With my deepest affection!
House Mistress M~
Ursa looked up to see Leo staring at the toy in her hand. She’d been longing for a toy like this from Good Vibrations. Heavy for Kegel exercises, but also curved for G-spot teasing, which meant it was perfect for prostrate play as well. This tool looked the same size but instead of being simply metal, it was designed with glass and carved ivory as well. Massive on one curved end and tapered on the other with intricate ridges. It looked more like an imperial scepter than a sex toy.
“I’m not sure you are good enough to have this yet,” she teased, rubbing the end of the toy against his chest, admiring how he arched toward it. “Perhaps after you show off at the race, hmmm?”
His eyes closed, and in a voice rough with desire, he answered, “Yes, Mistress. I will prove how much I deserve it.”
“I guess we should get washed and dressed and see about real food then. I’ll want to show off my beautiful mount,” she whispered, running the thick head of the phallus up his throat and under his chin, tipping his head up.
Gooseflesh prickled along his arms as he shivered, meeting her gaze. “Anything you desire, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a husky register.
Again, emotions tangled in her throat as she met his gaze and she had to force her eyes off him as she rolled away and off the bed, taking her dress and furs with her. “Shower,” she instructed, tossing a grin over one shoulder at the longing she saw on his face. “We have breakfast to attend and I want you to look pretty.”
They bathed separately. She sent him to the guest room’s smaller bath while she enjoyed the spa-like accommodations in the en suite. She questioned not dragging him into the shower with her as she soaped herself and allowed the steamy water to wash a
way the proof of their intimacy.
It would make their reunion after the races that much sweeter, she told herself. Until then, the delicious ache of her body would stay with her. Finally, she stepped from the shower and dried. She traced with the soft towel the faint dapples of the bruises he’d left on her body. They were sweeter than the soreness left from the tangle with the punks.
At last, clean and dry, she had to address the intimidating pile of finery awaiting her. She slipped into the dress and gawked at her reflection. The gown gleamed like a sun-struck snowflake. She felt impossibly sexy as she turned around, admiring her curves. Voluptuous. Yes! She definitely felt more confident in this costume. As the finishing touch, she slipped the mask into place. A haughty owl gazed back at her as she adjusted the pins in her glossy hair.
Leo gasped when she strolled out of the bathroom in a swirl of steam. She looked up from belting on the sheath and beamed at his gawking. Her smile grew wider, his eyelids heavier. At last he eased to his knees as she walked to him.
“Everything all right?” she asked, sliding the heavy toy into the scabbard and smoothed it along her hip.
His throat worked and then he rasped, “Yes, Mistress.” He remained very still while she walked around him, running her fingers over his shoulder and the nape of his neck. She stroked down between his feathery shoulder blades and around to his chest. “You are intoxicating,” he rasped, hands clasping behind the small of his back.
“As are you. Let me dress you. We have one stop to make before we go to breakfast.”
She affixed his proud mask of creamy feathers in place and got the new straps on him. Only after they were all buckled did he look down at his bare cock and then at her. She could see the realization dawn on him as he slid his heated gaze over her. Finally, his attention settled on her eyes. “Surely you’re not going to let everyone look at your property.”
With a smile, she offered him a towel. Winking she tucked the makeshift loincloth into place around his powerful hips. “No. I have something else in mind for you. Trust me?”
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