Darkling

Dare to be Selfish

I slowly drifted up out of the soft haze and smiled. Ashtoreth grinned back, her fingers carding through my hair in a soothing rhythm. I arched my neck into the attention when her touch trailed down my nape and gasped when her claws traced lightly down my spine. I quivered as she blurred the line between pleasure and pain, claws sharp enough to shred my back but only offering a tickle all the way down. Between my wings. Teasing just into the cleft of my ass.

I thrust down as the tickle became too much and then groaned as sensitive flesh was ground into the mattress. Ashtoreth only chuckled, throwing a leg across the backs of my thighs to sit. I twisted a bit, looking over my shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"Exploring."

Moaning, I subsided, letting her lean across my back to nip at the back of my neck. I twitched when she murmured into my ear.

"Unless you don't want me to."

I rolled my shoulders a bit, letting my eyes fall shut. A gasp escaped me when she flicked her tongue up the inner edge of my ear. Her hands slipped beneath my wings to trail along the join of webbing and back, testing what made me quiver and what got an honest moan out of me. Her lips trailed down my spine as her hands curled about my hips.

"Ash," I whined as she pushed, making me thrust down into the bedding.

"Too much?"

I groaned, shaking my head. And regretted telling the truth as she continued to guide my hips into grinding thrusts downward, making me slowly rut into the mattress as she teased my wings with lips and tongue. I panted into the bed, loose and tense in turns, clutching at the sheets beneath me as I attempted to stave off the building pleasure, and surrendered to it wholly.

What was truly overwhelming was being the sole focus of her attentions. Because clearly, the only satisfaction she was getting out of this exercise was watching me fall apart. And yet, when I glanced over my shoulder, her eyes were blown on lust and the smile she gave me was positively predatory.

"I don't have pretty words like you," she rasped, "but you're beautiful."

I let out a cry as she nuzzled at the base of my wing, a tender affection that was all the more shattering for how many times I had been manhandled there instead. "Ash," I whimpered.

She kissed up my neck, breathing me in and sighing happily. "Can we do it again? Please?" I nodded, and she eagerly continued her explorations the minute I rolled to one side, moving off and next to me to trace down my front. Her innocent and unashamed study of my penis and testicles was somehow endearing in the midst of the embarrassment. But she proved herself an adept student when it came to learning how I liked to be touched.

Her smug satisfaction as she brought me off with her hand and mouth made me laugh, and she eagerly submitted when I returned the favor. With a bit of flailing wings and sorting out Ashtoreth's tail, she coaxed me in behind her for the next round, moaning in satisfaction. My hands slipped beneath her to tease at nipples and clit as her tail wrapped around my waist and held me tight.

Our mutual satisfaction ended with an exhausted slump down into the mattress, and I absently traced a horn with my fingers, brushing along the edge of her ear. Searching for the things that made her squirm since she had found so many of mine. She happily soaked in the attention, wing and tail thrown over me to keep me close. Clawed toes hooking with mine absently.

"I don't think you've ever told me what goes into a binding ceremony," I murmured.

Ashtoreth's eyes opened, and her lazy smile grew into a grin. "There's a little formality to it. My mother will probably preside, asking if we both consent to the union and tying our wrists together with a bit of red string. Then there's a party afterwards to celebrate. The longer we can go without breaking the string deems how much luck we're supposed to have in our lives." She chuckled. "No one has managed to get through their binding night with the string intact, and now I fully understand why."