“I told you when we first played, before you knew my true name, that if you were ever mine, I would put a cage on your cock engraved with my name.” She smiled at how he trembled as he looked over the cruel looking cage, twinkling with little gemstones. The engraving read, Property of Ursa Myller. If lost, return unmolested.
He pressed kisses to her stomach and kissed his way up between her breasts. “We should get you out of these clothes,” he whispered huskily.
“Vans and Travis are up at the house,” she protested when his fingers slid under her shirt to caress her bare skin.
“So are Mano and Marcie. They can start drinks without us. I need my sweet Ursa. I was denied the joy of your soft, hungry cries of desire this morning. Have mercy on your pony and let me spread you out by your lake and make your toes curl.”
She cupped his face in both her hands and fell against him, letting the cock cage tumble to the blanket beside her. “Oh, yes!”
He unclasped the harness and tossed it aside so he could slide her shirt up and kiss her stomach and nuzzle his way up to her breasts. Unfastening her bra, he bared her breasts while deft fingers cupped each one. He squeezed and caught her nipple between his fingers. Smiling, he kissed the peak of each breast. “Take off Victorious.”
The sword radiated joy and her hands trembled as she unbelted the scabbard. She laid her in the grass, the green stone gleaming in the sunlight. “Do you feel her?” she asked.
“Right now, I do. She is…mmmm…very happy,” Leo whispered, nibbling against her skin.
“Yes!” Ursa whimpered, giddy with the fact that he could share this with her.
“My fierce love and her glorious sword. How did I get lucky enough to have two loves?” His hands slid down her sides, gripped her hips. He growled in pleasure when she pushed her breasts into his face.
“We both won the jackpot,” she whispered and then gasped when his hand cupped her through her jeans and rolled the heel of his palm against her.
The heat of his powerful squeeze surged through her and she moaned brokenly, knowing she was soaking through the layers of fabric as her sweet man tormented her. “Yes!”
He pulled down her zipper and pushed her jeans over her hips and lifted her, gracefully sweeping her off her feet to lay her down on the sun-warmed quilt. His wings fanned open as he hovered over her, his dark eyes gleaming. “You’re so wet,” he purred as he pushed the fabric lower over her legs. He hooked a thumb in the edge of her underwear and pulled down the fragile lace and silk.
“All your fault! Being so devastatingly handsome, Cupid.”
His wings stirred the air as he kissed his way down her body. “I’m going to make you come so hard you beg me to stop.” After each kiss, he whispered against the skin he exposed a soft, “I love you.”
His long fingers stroked along her hot, swollen sex, caressing the lips of her pussy, teasing them with a single pinch as she shuddered. “Such a beautiful, sexy princess.” He uttered a low, sweet croon of affection as he kissed around her navel, licking slowly into it as his dark eyes darted up to hers. “I love you.” Sweet, sugary words filled her senses as his finger pushed into her, filling her.
Slowly he eased in and out of her with his thick digit, curling into her and then back out to circle her taut clit and then he added a second, stretching her wider. She whimpered, raising her hips to meet his touch.
The ring flared brilliantly in the sunlight as she slid her tingling palm along his jaw and up into his hair. She pulled him up to her so she could kiss him. He came to her, unresisting, his mouth sealing to hers in a sweet, loving kiss. It started out so soft, full lips nibbling one another. Hers hungry on his, his tongue eager to dart along hers. His low moan filled her mouth when she bit into his lower lip and his fingers pushed deeper into her, curling up into the tightly knotted G-spot and drawing back only to thrust in again, the wet, slick sound of impact carrying over the water with the wet slapping of his palm against her clit.
His touches and taste and those hungry groans shattered her. Pleasure twisted up her legs and into her belly and deeper into her sex as her pussy squeezed around his fingers, tighter and tighter as she pumped her hips up to meet his fingers.
She released his lip as her head fell back and he kissed a line down her neck to her breasts, kissing, and sucking at her nipples with growls of desire. He found the tangled spot inside her and pressed with a steady, pulsing attention while his palm and then thumb nuzzled into her clit. The heat vibrated up through her in a spreading fire.
“That’s right, sweet love. Right there,” he purred against the curve of her breast, teeth catching the pink bud. Harder and faster, his fingers drove into her, finding secret, aching places inside her that made her tighten and spasm against him. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
His warning growl against her skin as he bit her sent a wild thrill through her. She gripped his shoulder and clutched his hair as her climax crashed through her. Crying out in pleasure, she gushed wetly into his fingers and palm, soaking him.
“Leo, yes. Yes! Oh, fuck! Love! Yes!” she cried out his name, lost to everything but him.
“That’s it. My perfect Ursa,” he whispered against her, kissing over her, his heart thundering.
“You are amazing,” she gasped, stroking her fingers along his dark cheeks. His eyes opened, lashes tickling her breast as he looked up at her and smiled lovingly at her. He’d never looked more handsome than in the sunshine here, his dark skin gleaming in the light.
“Oh, my princess.” His smile widened. “I need more.”
His fingers stayed inside her, still for the moment. Feathers tickled down her sides to her thighs as he kissed his way back down her body. When he reached her sex, he breathed in the heat of her, trembling with pleasure. “Mmm…yes! Here.” He nibbled her inner thigh, planting soft kisses toward her sex and as his lips feathered against her clit, his fingers began to move into her again.
When her hips danced up toward him, he hummed warmly against her clit, lips sucking and teeth lightly grazing until she was writhing under him. The tangle of her jeans didn’t allow her to wrap her legs around his shoulders and she whined at being restrained.
His answer was a rumbling growl vibrating through her pussy and his fingers coiled and curled, coaxing her while sucking and licking the wetness. His strokes matched her gasps and cries, speeding and then slowing only to go harder and deeper, the new ring on his finger nuzzling against her sex as he filled her and slid a third finger inside her.
She arched off the ground with a moan of pleasure, her climax a hot gush of her cum around his nimble fingers. “Yes! Leo, yes!” Her whole body tightened, squeezing around him where he thrust into her, driving the peak of her orgasm higher until she felt dizzy.
Only when she was gasping and melted against the blanket did he stop his sweet torment. His fingers slipped out of her, but he licked and sucked them clean while she watched. Then he removed her boots and the rest of her clothes, admiring her, naked under him. “You are so beautiful.”
She blushed and posed for him, pressing her toes into the soft, cool grass. Then she rose toward him and curled into him. His arms and wings enfolded her, blocking out the sun for a moment as he kissed her in the shelter of his feathers.
“I don’t want to use a condom,” she whispered.
She expected to see the same wary concern he’d displayed the last time she’d brought up sex without protection in November. Instead, a radiant smile spread across his face.
“Yes,” he agreed, his voice shaking with an emotion she couldn’t identify. It eclipsed the look of love, so fierce and overjoyed that she felt an instant desire to claim what was hers.
He’d been waiting for her to be okay and accept what it would mean to fuck him bare.
“As my lady desires.” He groaned as she pressed her fingers against his loin cloth, squeezing his cock through the thin fabric. He was achingly hard, and his excitement had dappled the fabric with pre-cum. “I don’t
think I’m going to last long.” He sucked in a breath when she pulled the loincloth away and cupped his balls.
“Oh, yeah? Going to fracture your steel control, my love?” She smiled, stroking him and his gaze filled with longing and hunger. She loved this game of who would break first.
“I will never leave you unsatisfied, princess.” He groaned, cock bobbing in her grip as pre-cum trickled from the swollen crown. “You know how to get me hard again and again and again.” He swelled thicker in her fingers. “Come ride your pony, Mistress. Let me see you in the sunlight.”
She’d dreamed of that since the first pony race, throwing this handsome man down in the grass and fucking him.
Making love to him!
Oh, they had enjoyed their play in the snow, but this was completely different. Oakland’s rain did not reach this place, and overhead the sun was bright and clear. The scent of crushed flowers and sun-warmed earth tickled her senses.
She pushed him back, not quite making it onto the blanket this time as they rolled playfully together, ending up with him under her at last, his wings stretched out beneath him. Not hiding from her. No longer ashamed of what he was.
She wasn’t ashamed of who she was anymore, either.
“I love you, Leo,” she whispered as she straddled his hips, rubbing her slick pussy along his lower stomach, grinding herself over his hot, hard abs before slipping lower.
“I love you, Ursa.” He smiled up at her, his hands cupping her full hips, squeezing her softness without hindering her movements.
Once again, she was struck by his beauty, the gleaming black-diamond quality of him. As he lay under her, radiant and loving, he surrendered his strength and power to her. It was strange not to pause for a condom after months of being careful. As though this were their first time, making love without barriers. She caught her lower lip in her teeth and he grinned at her.
He rocked toward her, his cock trapped against the cheeks of her ass and his smile softened. His fingers stroked up her side, thumb curving along the underside of her breast.
She gripped him and stroked his naked cock along her needy pussy, drenching him with her honey. Skin on skin, he felt amazingly hot where he teased her clit, and his pre-cum slipped through her silken heat. Her breath caught as he pulsed against her.
“Oh, my sweet Ursa. My princess. You are killing me,” he whispered, the words breaking with the strength of his emotion and the torment she was putting him through.
“Ssshhh, my darling! I’ve got you,” she whispered and raked her fingers down his chest, leaving wet marks along him from chest to stomach before putting those pussy-wet fingers to his lips, letting him taste them as she swirled his cock head around her slick, swollen pussy.
He groaned and sucked her fingers, hips arching upward, lifting her up with him in his attempt to sink into her. She echoed the sound with a whimper, rolling her hips forward until his cock nuzzled against her opening. Without the barrier of latex, she felt his heartbeat.
When she finally lowered herself down onto him, they both gasped. Her mouth found his, their tongues curling together in that heated kiss as they joined at last on the sunny lake shore.
His hands cupped her face, and he sat up under her, pressing his chest into hers as they rocked. He enfolded her in his wings and arms while his body arched into hers. His cock was huge and thick, stretching her open wide as inch after inch sank into her.
His snarl of pleasure filled her mouth and vibrated through her chest when she fit herself fully around him. Every inch of him was buried in her heat. The kiss consumed her, and he devoured all her desperate moans. It was so much more intimate without the guard of the condom. Smoother, every ridge of him sparking a new layer of sensation she’d never imagined. How could it possibly be better?
She rose, letting an inch or two slip out, and dropped back down onto him. Her body tightened with the feel of him swelling inside her. “So close,” she whimpered desperately, tearing her lips away from the kiss as she moaned.
“You’re so fucking tight! I need to feel you come around me.” His fingers tightened in her hair as he rocked under her, grinding deeper before letting her rise up and off him again.
This time she hesitated a moment longer as she slid up his cock. Her pussy squeezed desperately, fluttering in the delicious ache to claim him. As he arched, she fell back onto him, the wet slap of her ass against his groin echoing off the hillside.
She came as he bucked under her. The orgasm a sweet, decedent coiling of her muscles and as the heat and cream gushed out around him, he lifted his hips, circling that perfect cock deeper and deeper around inside her clutching pussy.
“That’s right. Oh, fuck! So good! So wet! So fucking wet,” he snarled against her neck, teeth playing along her pulse point as he savored the feel of her milking his cock. “Never thought…oh, God! Ursa!” He shuddered, and she felt his control fracture, too.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered against his shoulder, biting his dark skin and raking her fingers along his back, and then clasping the base of his exquisite wings. The silken feathers slipped luxuriously though her fingers as she gripped him. Her touch made him snarl, and his whole body vibrated in response to her.
He arched back with a cry of pleasure as she rode him. With her name on his lips, he cried out as she rose and fell on him. Taking him faster, her toes and heels pressed into the grass and earth. Riding him. Loving him. She didn’t stop as he rocked deep into her, his neck corded with desire.
His cum shot so deep inside her—a powerful fountain of heat as he jerked and writhed. It was the most extraordinary sensation of her life. They were one, joined together and tangled, and with a gasp of realization, she realized Victorious was part of that, too, by the low thrum of green pulsing through her in time with her heartbeat. It felt so good. Nothing had ever felt that perfect.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, my fucking God!” Leo cried out sharply as he held her, his body quaking violently as he clung to her.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she moaned, rocking her hips, loving the messy feel of his cum.
Lifting his head, he blinked at her, dark eyes filled with awe and surprise. She kissed him, laughing her delight, loving that Victorious accepted and welcomed her Leo. Their Leo.
He rolled her, still deep inside her, still achingly hard. They made love again, slower this time, exploring this new sensation of skin against skin. The heat of his cum spilled around his cock as he pistoned in and out of her.
“Again,” he growled at her, eyes locked on hers, big hand cupping her cheek as he steadily thrust into her, long and deep, pressing her into the warm grass. She cried out sharply as he plunged in harder and her fingers raked down his back.
She came in a brilliant rush of release as he steadily claimed her, never stopping as she shattered around him. “There. Aah…yes! Just like that, my princess.”
He coaxed yet another orgasm from her before he slowed at last and hovered over her, wings fanned open, trapping her. Her world was him. The scent of crushed grass and earth and sex swirled around her, making her dizzy. He regarded her as though she were some mystical creature who might disappear if he released her.
She claimed his lips in a hungry kiss in that perfect moment, wanting to show him with actions that she would never vanish from him. There would be no escape for him now. Together they moved, slowly and carefully this time, every shift a sweet agony. The desire built and grew, doubling and tripling as the long, slow strokes of his cock filled her again and again.
His cock throbbed deep inside her. When he came a second time, it felt even hotter than the first time. The powerful lurch of his hips pinned her as he pulsed deep inside her. Lips together, gazes burning into each other. Tangled together so there was no end or beginning of them. His moans of sweet agony and release vibrated across her tongue and she devoured his urgent cries, arching up into the solid strength of him.
For a long time, they lay joined that way, catching their breath, kissing. They stayed t
angled in the grass as the air cooled their skin. His cum trickled from her and mingled with the nectar of her pleasure to soak the ground under her ass.
They swam in the pond, playing in the bright blue water, his glorious wings splashing water at her. A game of chase and capture ended with a rough round of loving on the smooth stone jutting into the water. He bent her over the sun-warmed rock, the view of their castle in the distance as his cock slid into her. Cool from the water, his cock was as achingly hard as the surface she was splayed over.
She burned with need for him. How would she ever get enough of this perfect man? Their fingers curled together as he bucked deep and hard into her.
“I love you,” his voice whispered into her ear, teeth catching her as he snarled out his passion.
She echoed his words in a cry of delight and joy, lost to the pleasure and pain of him. It didn’t matter that her knees were scuffed and her belly chafed by the rock. She loved the primal union overlooking their pond.
“I’m close,” she whimpered, “I need you, Leo. I need to feel you!”
“Right there, princess. Oh, fuck yes. With you. Ursa!” he cried out and she twisted to catch his mouth with hers, kissing him as they reached the pinnacle together.
The feel of his cum gushing into her as he joined her in climax was made sweeter as her pussy squeezed and milked him, greedy for every last drop of silken heat. The deep, hard loving they often shared was made more erotic in this place and without anything between them.
He carefully rolled her over with him, using his body to pillow her after the harsh, sweet punishment of the stones. “I love you, pet,” she growled, nuzzling into his chest. They floated in the lake, sunlight sparkling off the ripples of water. “But, I’m going to be so sunburned.”
“I guess I should get you dry and fly you back to the house for dinner. We kind of skipped our little picnic. Are you hungry?”
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