Possessing Andley Part 1

Chapter 3 continued

"Holy fuck." I thought, wide eyed.
He pushed me forwards so I had to catch myself before my face hit the ground and pulled my face roughly forward to his cock.
"What do you think?" Are you my slave? He mused.
I looked up at him genuinely shocked at his audacity. He must be mad, I thought. But I felt my watering mouth yawning open for him and he forced his cock downward in my throat. He held my head and hips flexing, he drove himself in and out. As more saliva was forced out of my mouth it ran down onto my breasts. He grabbed one in a rough clawed hand and held the back of my head still with the other. His movements became short and sharp, I could feel his whole cock throbbing with each grunting thrust.
My pussy clenched with want as my clit began to pulsate as though jealous of the attention my throat was getting. I reached up holding his hips and gleefully felt the hard flexing in his Abdomen. I pressed him back and managed to drag in a short breath before his strong hand pushed me down on him again. His grunts turned into moaning; the sound escaped him with each heavy cycle of his thrusts. I thought of how his cock might feel throbbing on my throat as he came and I reached down between my legs. I was starting to get light headed, I thought I would have to stop him in a second before I actually passed out. I rubbed my clit feverishly and slid my own fingers into myself. I was already so close.
"I will have to find this man again." I thought.
With perfect timing, he pulled his cock from my throat, it was dripping wet. I took a deep gasp of air.
He grabbed me by my chin his claws dug into either side of my cheeks and lower jaw he squeezed, forcing my mouth to remain open.
"Look at me". He commanded.
I looked up, still panting for air and our eyes locked and we recognised the savage evil in each other.
"I'll kill you if you do that again" I said.
He grabbed my arm roughly and flipped me over.
"I think you could." he said, pressing me down with his hand between my wings. I allowed my breast and face to be pressed into the grass. I felt his claws linger as he lifted his hand back and began to caress the soft feathers on my wings. I mildly surprised by this. Most of the time men are afraid to touch them. I cried out for the sudden violence of his cock being slammed back into to me as pounded me with brutal disregard for my pleasure. My pussy dripped with ecstasy and tightened around him, eliciting a pleased moan to escape him. I reached up and dragged my claws into the bark of the tree in front of me while bracing myself into the earth with the talons on my feet, raking trenches in the dirt, pushing back into him with each thrust. His strokes became faster, more resolute, a sharp moaning gasp escaped me with each breath.
"fuck!" he groaned.
He grabbed my hips pressing himself so deep in me that it would have hurt if I had not been in the throws of my own orgasm. I felt his cum shoot into me with each twitch of his cock. He pulled me down finally ceasing his thrusts, so that I was sitting on his cock now still feeling the him pulsating into me. He dug his claws into the tops of my breast penetrating me, while his cum slid down between my thighs.
I dropped my head back into his shoulder and rocked lightly back and forth on his still hard cock. He turned my head to the side and grazed his teeth tenderly along the side, feeling my pulse with his lips. We sat together letting our racing hearts and breath come down before he gently pushed me forward, lifting me up so he could pull himself out.
I rose to my feet while examining the work I'd done on the tree. I grinned and followed him back to the fire pit. He tossed me a rag and simultaneously saw his stew boiling over, he gasped.
"Shit I hope it's not burned. I hate burnt soup." He growled.
He pulled the pot out of the fire with his bare hands and placed it on the ground. Grabbing his ladle, he stirred and scooped up some soup. He tasted it and smiled pleased.
"No, it's fine. Here, try." He said, offering me the ladle.
"Mmm, that's really good. Why'd you wanna eat your friend?" I asked. "You just knew he'd be tasty?"
"He was tasty, but also very annoying, and I do enjoying killing when I cum. It was just time".
"Come on, I hope he actually did something." I said.
"Killed a little kid. Said he'd one found wandering too far from its village. He didn't have a reason, just wanted to." He said with disgust.
"That a line for you then?" I asked laughing.
"It's not funny. Killing kids? I had a kid before I left home."
"Well there you go. Now he's dinner". I said.
He brought two bowls over filled one and handed it to me. We ate silently watching the fire. When he finished he leaned back and once again rested his arm on the back of his seat. I stood up slurping my last spoonful.
"Will you be back this way". He asked passively.
"Probably not". I said.
"Too bad for you". He chuckled.
I laughed looking up at the sky and began lifting my wings.
"You're serious? You fly?"
I looked back at him fluttering my wings so the air lifted around him.
"That was good" I said.
"Any time" He said bemused.
I lifted off like a dart into the treetops taking a small moment to glance down at him while he gazed up with his mouth agape.