But Victor didn’t rush. When we broke the kiss, he licked down my neck, sucking on my collarbone and nibbling on my Adam’s apple. He seemed to want to map every inch of my body with his mouth, and he took his time, swirling his tongue and driving shocks of pleasure through me.
The sensations were all so fresh and surprising. I honestly had nothing to compare it with, as this was the first time I’d allowed anyone to touch me like this. The pleasure threatened to swallow me whole, and I didn’t know if it was because of my new, human-sized body, my mate, or both. The only thing I knew was that, oh, Goddess, I wanted more. I needed more.
Victor seemed to read my mind. His mouth finally progressed down my chest, until it reached my nipple. As wet heat engulfed the tiny bud, I arched my back and cried out, shocked at the extent to which that simple touch could break my every notion of limits. I felt like he’d plunged me into an abyss of pure passion, and we’d only just started.
While he tormented one of my nipples with his obscenely talented mouth, he pinched the other, somehow managing to be both gentle and nearly violent. His caresses teased me with the promise of the union to come, the pleasure I could only find in our complete connection.
In that moment, I desperately wished I had known more, so that I could bring Victor the same pleasure he gave me. I’d have felt self-conscious, except I knew that just the fact that we were together like this meant more than any elaborate seduction techniques.
Of course, Victor didn’t have trouble in that department. In fact, each of his touches seemed engineered to draw even more ecstasy out of me. When he released my nipple, he progressed down my chest, as if trying to get acquainted with every inch of me. He even thrust his tongue in my belly button. I yelped at that, as the unexpected touch made a renewed wave of bliss flow over me. My mate had found a sensitive spot.
Since I’d long ago lost control of my body, pixie dust burst all around me. My wings twitched against the bed, as if they were urging me to take flight. But no, I was already flying, soaring in a sky I had never explored before, one of impossibly bright desire.
I didn’t even know what to do anymore. I couldn’t even tell which way was up. Usually, I had a great sense of orientation, but now all capacity of rational thought had abandoned me. I only remembered my own name because he had whispered it earlier, in that husky tone that still echoed in my ears.
I was so damn close to reaching an edge that I feared I would not be able to return from. When Victor lifted his head and looked at me, the words that had been bubbling inside me spilled out. “Please, Victor,” I whispered in a voice that I barely recognized as my own. “Touch me.”
Honestly, I didn’t know what I’d expected. Perhaps I hadn’t even thought about something in particular. Nevertheless, he surprised me when, out of the blue, he crawled lower down my body and, before I even knew what was going on, took my cock into his mouth. If the suction had felt amazing around my nipples and the touch of his tongue electrifying inside my belly button, now it was simply…I had no words. The sensations scattered my every thought, until only one of them remained. Yes, Victor, more.
Was it something I actually vocalized? I had no clue. Either way, Victor did listen to my plea. He increased the rhythm, bobbing his head up and down my prick, sucking for all he was worth. Already on the brink of orgasm, I couldn’t withstand the onslaught of ecstasy. With a scream, I buried my dick into Victor’s throat and came.
Victor drank down every drop, holding me while I rode the waves of my climax. All the while, he was making these small groans of pleasure that sent vibrations through my oversensitive dick, drawing out my rapture. At this point, I was a whimpering mess, unable to gather my wits, but impossibly, my body still responded. Even as I was recovering from my first orgasm, my cock hardened once again, eager to continue.
My mate released my dick from his mouth and grinned up at me, licking his lips. He looked like the proverbial cat that ate the cream, and the lust in his gaze simply burned me up. It hypnotized me, freezing me in that same mind space of anticipation and white-hot desire. I could barely breathe because of the need pulsing through my veins.
Victor seemed of a similar state of mind, but unlike me, he succeeded to move. In fact, he did so quite quickly and eagerly, flipping me on all fours. I released a small sound of surprise, but he steadied me, wordlessly showing me what position I needed to take.
Complying with his instructions, I spread my legs and pushed my ass out. Part of me was relieved that he’d chosen this. My wings ached a little, as I hadn’t been careful enough in maneuvering them and the bed wasn’t made for individuals with such appendages. Sitting on my hands and knees gave me the ability to move them in any way I pleased. At the same time, though, in this situation, I couldn’t tell exactly what my mate thought of what he saw.
As such, because of my anxiety I once more ended up scattering pixie dust all over the place, even more intensely than before. Victor obviously realized what it meant, as he brushed my long hair aside and pressed a kiss over my nape. He didn’t even seem to mind the substance falling all over him from my wings.
“Relax, lovely,” he said. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
I knew that. I was just afraid I would disappoint him, and after all this waiting, I wanted our coupling to be perfect. Once he was inside me, my magic would bind us together for all time. He realized that, as I had many times explained it to him in the past, and he craved it as much as I did. I just needed this moment to be as perfect for him as it was for me.
I must have said the words out loud, because he chuckled in my ear and whispered, “Everything about you is perfect.” He bit my lobe and trailed his fingers over the side of my wings to emphasize his point. “From this, to this. Nothing, understand well, nothing you ever do can disappoint me.”
His words soothed me, but at the same time, made my arousal soar further. Then again, it might have been the touch of those wicked digits over the membrane of my appendages. I’d never realized before that they were so sensitive. In spite of the fact that my anxiousness diminished, the pixie dust avalanche didn’t cease. I struggled to relax like he had said, but my efforts only made me tense up more.
“You’re overthinking it,” Victor said. He pressed kisses over my spine until he reached the small of my back. “Just feel. I’ll take care of everything else.”
I opened my mouth to answer, to tell him how much I wanted him. However, my thoughts scrambled when, out of the blue, he spread my ass cheeks, exposing my most intimate place. A thousand shocks of pleasure exploded over me as he licked my crease, tasting me in a way I’d never have expected.
If him sucking my cock had brought me to a mind-shattering climax, his new ministrations awoke nerve endings inside of me that I didn’t even know I had. Whatever hold I might have tried to keep on my reason, it didn’t have a chance when faced with the nearly agonizing bliss. I fell onto pure instinct, seeking more of the potent sensations, pressing my ass against him.
I was effectively fucking his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he stabbed his tongue into my hole, using it like a little cock. Distantly, I realized he was stretching me, preparing me for something far bigger. With that knowledge came urgency, and as good as his touch felt now, it suddenly became insufficient.
My magic bubbled inside me, reaching out to Victor. If it had been a separate person, it would have been begging now. As it was, I did the begging, pleading Victor to have mercy, to give me what we both wanted.
Finally, he must have reached his limit as well, because he pulled away and caressed the curve of my ass. “I want you, Larue,” he murmured. “I want to be inside you.”
I just nodded eagerly, wishing I had a better way to convey my feelings since I failed in uttering any words. My new lover didn’t need such things, however, as he got the message, perhaps because my desires echoed his own.
“Relax,” he said again. “Normally, I’d have tried to procure some sort of oil but…”
> “Now who’s the one overthinking?” I asked, magically succeeding to recover my ability to speak. I threw a gaze over my shoulder and grinned. “I’ll be fine. Come on.”
My words, or the honest faith behind them, must have convinced him. He spat in his palm and slicked his cock up with saliva. I’d have liked to follow his every motion, to see the way his hand moved up and down his dick, but the angle didn’t allow me to. Instead, I chose to turn my head again and relax against the pillow, waiting for my mate to take me.
I was not disappointed in the slightest. A few moments later, the thick head of Victor’s cock nudged against my opening. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed inside me, finally bringing us together like I’d wanted.
It hurt a little at first. I actually felt the head pop in, stretching my virgin muscles. He was quite generously endowed, something which I’d already been aware of for quite a while. Besides, even if he had licked me open, spit wasn’t exactly the best lubricant in existence. Even I knew that.
Still, I didn’t mind the bite of pain. In fact, I liked it, which was quite amazing, since I had never displayed any masochistic tendencies. No, I loved it. The burn was just another layer of sensation, a component of the cocktail of maddening rapture building within me. It contrasted beautifully with Victor’s gentle hold on my hip, with the almost physical caress of his voice as he called out to me, “Larue…Larue…”
I had never considered my name particularly beautiful, but in his mouth, it sounded like the most beautiful melody of all. My every sense was invaded with Victor, even my eyes, which, by rights, should have been deprived of the sight of my mate. Instead, my vision blurred, his words and his affection actually drawing out tears. I let them fall, grateful to just listen to him and feel him inside me.
It was the strangest thing. As I closed my eyes, it seemed as if I could first experience the individual sensations in a separate way. Somehow, though, everything came together at the very center of my being, fueling my passion to unbearable proportions. By rights, I should have surrendered to it by now, taking what I wanted and claiming him. But I couldn’t move, lost in him, overwhelmed and in awe with the moment.
At last, he fully impaled me on his thick shaft, the entirety of his dick inside me. I’d never felt so close to anyone before, and I didn’t think it would have been possible. It wasn’t only physical closeness, but something more. Our very hearts seemed to beat at the same time, and I knew in that moment that I’d been right to take this chance, to risk it all in this leap of faith. We needed each other too much to hold back.
Victor must have been of the same mind, as he pulled out of me and suddenly thrust back. He didn’t jar me violently, but he didn’t take it step by step either. It was a good thing, too, because now, my body was eager to receive him. My flesh parted for him, and I gasped as his member pierced me over and over.
And then, his dick brushed against a spot inside me that made me see stars. I blindly clutched the bedspreads, snapped out of my haze of awe. I’d become a vessel now overflowing with sensation, but craving every drop of pleasure he offered me. The only thing I could focus on was him, his strength, his breath, and, oh sweet Goddess, his heat, burning me up.
We fell into a rhythm that was pure perfection. People usually spoke of first times as moments wrought with awkwardness, of not quite knowing what their partners liked. Oh, we certainly explored each other greedily, but there was no clumsiness, only the natural flow of things. We moved together like we’d been lovers forever, and his touch on my skin felt both novel and, impossibly, so very familiar.
There were a million possibilities to explain it. The mate bond might be behind it all, or it could have been caused by the fact that we hadn’t jumped in bed together hours after meeting. Oh, I’d certainly wanted to, but Victor had been right in that our inability to do so had eventually proven to be an advantage.
Not that I begrudged or put down the people who did that. It had worked for Dineiro and Kirril after all. But for Victor and I, there had been a process, one we had set in motion from the very moment I’d opened my eyes to see a cat looming above me. We’d taken our time falling in love, and it had paid off.
Now, as he fucked me over and over, I was swamped by a mix of emotions of sensations that simply refused to be contained. It might have because I was too full of Victor, both literally and figuratively, or something entirely different. Either way, I found myself crying out, whimpering, moaning, pleading, in an attempt to somehow find a balance. “Victor…Yes…Oh, Goddess…More…Victor, please!”
At one point, there were things I said that didn’t even fully process. I was dizzy, high of my own lust and Victor’s. Tiny eruptions of ecstasy burst through me every time Victor’s dick brushed against my prostate. I was so close to another mind-shattering climax, so very close. My magic strained against my very sense, and I craved to finalize our union.
I had no clue how I even managed to do what I did. Following my instincts, I pushed him back and whirled around before he could even say anything about it. Under normal circumstances, I might have had difficulty in controlling my new, bulkier body, but now, I moved as if I’d been like this forever.
Sadly, the change in position made my lover’s member slide out of me, but I had every intention to remedy that. Victor fell on the mattress, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. I climbed onto his lap and in one single motion, impaled myself on his dick.
His hands went to my hips, guiding me up and down. In spite of his original shock at my assertiveness, he didn’t seem to mind it at all now. Now that I was facing him, I could read his emotions in his eyes, on his face, the pure want, and, oh, Goddess, the love.
When he thrust into me one last time, my pleasure soared higher than ever before, but it was that last emotion that triggered what needed to happen. Just like Victor said, every action had a reaction, and in this case, his emotions crashed into me like a physical thing. With a cry, I came, painting my lover’s chest with streams of hot cum. Pixie dust flew everywhere as my magic rushed out of me. This time, it found its target, and Victor accepted it, opened his heart to it.
There were no elaborate rituals to say in my tradition, not when my people found mates. We liked stories a lot, and for that reason, we knew that, at times, words were not necessary. And as my connection with Victor clicked into place, I knew exactly why. I felt his pleasure as he found his peak, filling me with his seed, but I also heard his thoughts, disconnected, incoherent, but still so very clear it hurt. “Larue…Oh, Goddess, Larue, I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” I told him.
I’d mentioned the extent of what a mate bond could do, but apparently, he hadn’t acknowledged it, not until this moment. His eyes widened, and he released a choked sound that appeared to be an incoherent form of my name. I just smiled and collapsed onto his chest, certain that he would understand.
Naturally, he did, and as his dick slipped out of my body, his arms went around my waist. He kissed my forehead, and as the haze of the orgasm vanished, a fierce protectiveness and a near panic gripped him, making its way into me through our connection. “Oh, Goddess…What have we done?”
“We mated,” I told him. It was my turn now to caress his hip in an attempt to calm him down. “We’re bonded now.”
“But the curse…” Victor frantically scanned my face. “Do you feel any different? Are you in any way sick?”
“You’d be able to tell if I was,” I replied. “I’m fine, Victor.”
He nodded silently, although I still heard the mental curses and reproaches going through his head. Naturally, he blamed himself, something I wanted to avoid at all cost. “This was my choice, Victor,” I added. “If anything, I’m the one who pushed you into it. I know it’s selfish, but how could I have done anything different?”
I couldn’t keep the anxiety from my voice. Whether he knew it or not, I was protective, too, and I hated the thought that because of me, he’d feel guilty. “Please forgive me.”
I loved how he could be optimistic even in the direst of circumstances. I loved him, period, and in spite of the huge potential for disaster of our current situation, I didn’t regret a thing.
Perhaps it wasn’t wise. Perhaps the curse would indeed fall over me. But as I lay there, in my mate’s embrace, I knew that the two of us could brave whatever the world and the witch threw at us.
Chapter Eleven:
In Which Princely Politeness Abounds
Sometimes, when we’d been in my castle, Larue and I returned to bed after dawn. We didn’t always sleep, but we did talk a lot. He told me things about his family and his life as a pixie. I told him about living there, about my inventions, my hopes and dreams, and my own loved ones. Even chatting about random things had its own special charm. We had never run out of things to talk to, and yet now, after we’d mated, we remained quiet.
It wasn’t an awkward silence. Instead, we’d both found out that we could communicate at a deeper level through our mind bond, and I fully took advantage of it, testing it like I always did with a new discovery.
My emotions were all over the place, something I didn’t exactly feel comfortable with. I couldn’t say I regretted mating Larue. I could never regret that. Even so, I hated the fact that, because of it, Larue was in danger. I knew better than to believe that we were safe because the curse hadn’t struck yet. Likely, if it echoed the one on me, it might manifest at twilight.
This meant that we had only thirteen hours during which we could stop the witch so that the curse wouldn’t get to manifest at all. As that thought crossed my mind, I reluctantly released my new mate from my arms. We couldn’t afford to linger much longer in bed. Our quest was waiting.
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