Sylas

SYLAS

M y cocks are straining against the fabric of my pants, painful and aching.

My secondary cock has never arisen, or at least not in a waking state. The feral desire to claim Alex is overwhelming. She should be running from me.

I'd love it if she ran, but instead I have the most delicious female looking up at me with a smile which could break a heart in two.

Mine.

MINE .

Mating her here and now is the worst idea I've ever had, and the best. Alex is my eregri , a word long forgotten save by my cocks and my feral, primal desire to be sheathed in her.

To nest for her.

To worship her.

It takes no time at all to assist my sweet out of her clothes, and she is bare for me, her sweet scent far more intoxicating than any back street tavern we occasionally frequent when allowed out of the dome between bouts.

"Yeah, this is going to be interesting to explain." Alex frowns at the claw hole in her top before tossing it away.

I sink down onto her, lapping at her skin and making her squeak.

"I keep my claws long and sharp for the dome, my little feather. There's nothing I can do."

I hesitate because I want to pleasure her more than anything else in this universe. I want to hear my name being called from those pretty lips over and over as I prove to her I am the best mate a Gryn can be.

I bite off the claw on my index finger and spit it to one side. The loss of a claw is nothing compared to what she will feel like and how much I want her pleasure to be my pleasure.

Alex's eyes widen, so I fasten my lips on one of the delicious peaks of her breasts, my hand sliding to the apex of her thighs where I encounter the softest of fur and a heat which releases such a scent my head spins.

She parts her legs for me, and I explore more of what she has on offer as Alex swears in her strange human language, words which do not translate but are filled with pleasure.

I slide back from her and she groans.

"I want to taste what smells so good," I growl, grasping at her hips and lifting her to my mouth. "I want to sample this sweet cunt."

It glistens at me, already wanting more, so I swipe my tongue through her folds.

I think I may have died and gone to join the rest of the fallen warriors.

Alex tastes like promise, and mating, and the air high above Tatatunga after a rainstorm. She tastes like all my tomorrows have come around.

I never want to let her go. I never want to stop tasting her, eating her, destroying her.

"Oh! !" She jerks in my hands, her body convulsing at me and moisture flooding my mouth as her arms flail, finally finding my wings, fingers delving in and gripping at the skin beneath.

It takes a considerable amount of thought about the best way to hone a blade not to explode in my pants at her touch.

Those little clawless fingers are exquisite as they trip through the soft down, exploring, gripping. By the fates, I am going to have to fill her, seed her, breed her.

Desires I didn't even know I was capable of.

"Such a tasty little feather." I grin at her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

I circle the hard peak at the top of her pussy, and Alex groans, but it's when I slide my finger inside her I get the biggest surprise.

"Such a tight little female," I exclaim. "Looks like you need to come a few more times."

"Ah!" Alex's hips lift at me once again.

"And it looks like you're ready for me right now." I grin, licking my lips.