Chapter 9

Lilith

He met me halfway, and I only fumbled a little as I brushed my lips ever so gently against his. The excited buzz he gave in his chest made my heart hammer inside my own. The dense, soft, musky smell of him was thick in the air. It tickled the back of my brain and drove out all my self-consciousness as desire curled between my thighs. I kissed his soft bottom lip, nibbling and licking at it before moving to his top one, exploring his mouth with sensual presses that only left me wanting more. When I touched my tongue to the seam of his lips, he pulled back slightly, the frantic buzzing in his chest ending in an ascending chirp that nearly sounded like a question.

" Oh… Do that again," he breathed against my mouth before firmly taking control. He pressed me back against the wall, one hand gently tugging my chin higher as his tiny fangs nibbled at my lips. He had another hand in my hair, one tracing the column of my neck, and another trailing lazily across my collarbone. It was everything I could have dreamed of and more. And I had dreamed of it. A lot.

I moaned into his mouth and melted against his body, and he intensified his enthusiastic buzzing, his whole body vibrating with excitement, his fingers tightening briefly on my body. The low, swooping sensation in my pelvis made my breath hitch as I wondered what that vibration would feel like between my legs. Alistair's mouth was deliciously silky as he plied my lips before tentatively tapping at the tip of my tongue with his own. I'd always wondered what his tongue would feel like, and my nipples tightened at my new knowledge. Slippery, nimble, and hot. I sucked at it, eliciting a groan that sent a spark of heat up my spine.

He broke our kiss to catch his breath, as I stood weakly braced against the wall, the dense, shaggy fur of his mane pressing into my front repeatedly as he heaved for air. I released my grip on it and let my fingers trail down his massive shoulders to his chest, and finally to the fine, satiny velvet that covered the muscles of his abs. His vibrations turned into a purring rumble, and he pressed a chaste kiss to my cheekbone before dragging his lips down to my jawline and neck.

I arched to give him access and felt his sharp claws prick my scalp and neck. His tongue began its tapping exploration of my neck alongside the nibbles of his kisses. "Alistair," I gasped, as his tongue trailed back up my neck, "you have so many hands, and yet none of them are where I want them to be."

He paused in his exploration, giving me a nervous sounding click.

I released a breathless laugh. Of course he was nervous. I would have to be more explicit. Reaching for his hand in the dark, I grabbed the one on my shoulder and tugged it down to my breast.

He gave a happy sounding click that made me laugh in earnest and proceeded to wrap every one of his hands around each of my breasts and ass cheeks. He enthusiastically massaged, groped, plucked, and fondled while sucking at my neck. Faster than should have been possible, I was writhing against him, mindlessly seeking pressure with my hips.

Could he even…? I'd spent more time than I'd like to admit wondering how this mothman mated and what his plumbing looked like. Several races within the Boundlands had internal genitalia like he did, but I didn't know what it consisted of or how it worked. I felt my way down the bumps of his abs with my hands, pausing between his legs when I found a large bulge beneath his skin that hadn't been there previously.

He shifted against me, sucking harder on my neck, and I added more pressure as I rubbed at this new mound. How to coax it out? He released my breast and cupped my cheek, then responded as if he'd heard my thoughts. "Lilith. Darling. As much as that piece of my anatomy fervently wishes to make your acquaintance, I would prefer to do so somewhere a little more private. And sanitary."

I turned my head and nipped at his thumb, feeling restless and wound up. "That sounds good. Let's go somewhere more private. And sanitary." I still hadn't given up my exploration of this curious new development below his abdomen.

He gave a little shiver as my fingers discovered a depression in the middle of the mound, almost like a seam. "You want to—"

I cut him off. "Yes. Right now, even." My voice was husky. What I'd meant was that I wanted him to take me right here in the broom closet, because I was just babbling at this point and had forgotten the train of conversation. But he scooped me right up off the floor and tossed me over his shoulder like a caveman—Alistair, my Alistair, had lost his mind —and was out the closet door in an instant, his long legs eating up the ground. I heard him pick up my handbag as we passed the bar. "I must bid you farewell. We're leaving now," he said to his friends.

"What?" Solandis squawked through her outraged laughter. "You're just leaving us?"

"Goodbye!" he called back, even louder, not bothering to turn as he reached the door.

I knew my face was flushed, but I grinned and waved a little as he carried me out. They were nice girls.

"No one will ever be able to ‘sneak off' to the broom closet ever again. Anyone who steps foot in there will come out shimmering like a disco ball," I heard Sidney say.

"What's disco?" Solandis asked before the door slammed shut behind us and the damp night air blanketed my skin.

"I know you're afraid of heights," Alistair started in a consoling tone, "but we would get home much faster if I flew us instead of taking transit. I also appear vaguely obscene in my current state—what with my genitalia trying to break free, such as it is."

I snickered and gave him permission to fly us home, warning him severely not to drop me. It was terrifying, and horrible, and entirely worth it, because within minutes we were in his bed. If I'd expected mounds of pillows and blankets, I would have been severely disappointed. The man had one pillow and one thick, whole cloth—and shimmery—quilt. I'd suspected as much after I found him sleeping face down like a plank. At least his headboard was a luxurious, tall, upholstered beige velvet. Which was perfect, because I hoped he was going to be slamming me into it shortly.

Alistair seemed a little shy again as he loomed over me, having had a chance to cool down on the flight over, but I wasn't going to allow for that. I stripped my shirt off, remembering the reaction he'd had to touching my breasts earlier, and then pulled him down for a kiss.

He kissed me once, twice, delving into my mouth each time, his claws trailing behind my ear and down my neck, and we were right where we had left off. His buzzy purr as he nuzzled and kissed my neck made my face split into a wide grin, but the groan when I stroked my fingers down his chest and abs made me crazy. Alistair was a boob guy. Taking my shirt off had been the right call. He quickly worked his way down and then spent the next eternity kissing and sucking each one in turn, working me into a frenzy. I was panting and sweating, aroused to the point of painfulness by the time he peeled my pants off. I think he probably had several bald patches in his coat from where I'd gripped him too tightly, but he didn't seem to mind.

"I'm on birth contr— oh! " I choked out as his tongue darted out and licked a long, hot line up my slit. "Oh, stars. Give a girl some warning next time," I gasped as he suctioned onto my clit, his own grin making an appearance as he knelt between my legs.

He chuckled as he leaned in closer to my apex. "Like this, you mean?" His mouth pressed against my opening, lips rubbing and kissing, teasing and light. I spread my legs wider, inviting more of his attentions, and pressed my head back against the pillow, trying to be patient but needing more pressure. "Mm, that's a pretty sight," his voice buzzed against my clit, making my eyes roll back.

I forced my eyes open again to see my breasts thrust into the air as I arched my back, just as his velvety soft hands closed over them.

"I've wanted this so much," he breathed against me.

"You have?" I asked in wonder.

"Every day," he agreed. "For weeks and weeks."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I wanted to yell. But I knew. It was the same reason I hadn't told him.

We were shy.

I wasn't planning on staying.

We didn't know if our affections would be returned… We were so ridiculous.

His tongue was sending pleasurable tingles racing up my spine when I felt his antennae brush my sides, skimming up across my breasts to my neck and collarbone and back again. They were wispy and ticklish, the feathery filaments reminding me of ostrich plumes.

"What are you doing?" I giggled, twitching as he found a particularly ticklish spot, only for him to pin my hips down as he continued to lick me.

"Enjoying your scent."

"With your antennae? " I laughed.

"Our antennae are a highly adapted olfactory organ. I can smell you for miles," he said matter-of-factly.

That was a shocking statement, but I couldn't hold on to it, because I was desperately trying to keep from snapping my legs closed around his head. I didn't have anything resembling that skinny-girl thigh-gap, and he was probably in actual danger of suffocating. I didn't want to murder Alistair in the throes of lust. His feathery ruff was brushing against my inner thighs and the backs of my legs, his feathery antennae brushing against my breasts and abdomen. He had two hands on my breasts, plucking gently at nipples and massaging, two rubbing my ass, and he began working his long tongue inside of me as he sucked on my clit. My heart was thrumming a mile a minute as he started buzzing and humming and thrusting his long tongue. I came so forcefully I tried to fold in half, but he held me down.

The giant mothman sat back on his haunches, a huge grin on his face as I lay bonelessly sprawled in front of him. But that grin wasn't what had my focus. Between his thighs, a giant cock the likes of which I'd never seen stood thick and proud. My mouth dropped open.

"Wow, Alistair. Uh—"

His cock was—I hoped—fully distended from the area where the bulge I'd felt previously was located. It was longer than my forearm, impossibly thick, and pearly pink on the shaft with a tapered, crimson head that thrust out of a large fold at the end. More fat, heavy folds and veins decorated the length of it, and the whole thing twitched slightly with his heartbeat. The skin looked slippery with some kind of self-lubricant, and pre-cum already leaked from the tip.

"Oh!" He told me in a cheerful, confident tone as I sat up to inspect it. "This is my shuttle!" He palmed his cock in one of his many hands. "It's very similar to the genitals of your males, except that it's stored inside my body," he gestured to his lower abdomen, "until I am sufficiently aroused enough to force it out."

"And this?" I asked, pointing at the firm, bulbous band that bulged out around the base of his cock.

"That's my knot," he explained brightly before dropping into a more comfortable, educational tone. "It's called a vesica. It swells with sexual arousal and holds my shuttle"—he gestured proudly to his cock—"outside of my body for breeding. Then it swells even further during copulation to lock me inside a female's receiving orifice."

Receiving orifice . I mouthed the words. This guy. Wait, his cock would lock us together? "How long would it lock us together?" I asked warily, not having any experience with such a thing. I reached out to palm his cock as I asked, wanting to familiarize myself with it. The folds on it were dense but spongy, and the shaft was firm but had a little bit of give. It was hard to say because I couldn't wrap one hand around it—my fingers just barely overlapped if I wrapped two hands around it—but I thought with the outer sponginess that maybe we could make it work.

His teeth clacked shut as I rubbed at it. "Oh, that's… that's lovely. That feels… Oh." His breath shuddered out of him, and then he gritted his teeth as he swallowed convulsively, before finally remembering my question. "It isn't terribly long, I think. Perhaps five to ten minutes? We don't have to do that. I'd be terribly afraid of harming you."

I firmed my grip around him and let the skin slide through with the aid of his lubricant. His antennae twitched wildly. "Because you're so big?" I asked innocently.

"You are very small," he breathed out raggedly.

I bit my lower lip as I considered that, watching his face as I stroked him. He looked like he was in agony, and it was delightful. I wanted more of that. "I think I'd like to try," I told him, crowding his lap so that I could rub the tip of his cock along my opening.

"Oh, goodness," he wheezed as I lined him up and eased down on the tip. His whole body was vibrating with anticipation. I focused on taking him a little at a time, stretching myself around his girth, thankful for the lubrication that flowed out of me from his earlier efforts, as well as the slick coating he provided himself. Every bump and fold promised this would be a worthwhile endeavor, if I could just get him inside me. We were both panting heavily by the time I had him fully hilted, except for his knot. I didn't think that would make it inside. I felt impossibly full, stretched to the max, and when I clenched around his cock, all the breath gusted out of him.

He'd been a perfect gentleman, waiting patiently no matter how much it pained him while I worked my way down onto his shaft, his fingers all clenched into the bed underneath him. But now he groaned and rolled his hips, and then, panting and deciding that wasn't enough, rolled me onto my back and pushed back into me. He was vibrating intensely, and I knew he was trying not to thrust because he didn't want to hurt me.

I gripped his ass, the one I'd stared at so many times in our yoga classes, and told him he could move.

He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in until I could swear I could see the tip of his cock bulging against my belly, rolling his hips until he was fully sheathed inside of me, and then repeating the process. "Lilith," he said in a rumbling rasp. "This is… I fear that breeding you has become my new favorite thing."

I couldn't respond. I was in another dimension. I hadn't known that it was possible to have my consciousness dicked out of me, but that's exactly what he was doing. His size when he was pressed over me like this was overwhelming, his shaggy mane and muscular arms and chest like a hot, silky wall against my body. His hands stroked the sides of my abdomen and breasts before reaching his lower two down to grip my thighs. I was grateful for our yoga classes as he pulled my knees up to my ears so he could bury more of his cock inside me, finally breaching my opening with his knot. I could feel the intense pop every time he thrust it inside of me. His wings began to pulse behind him, powering his momentum as he picked my lower half up off the bed with the force of each of his thrusts. His enthusiastic vibrations pushed me over the edge. I orgasmed three more times before he finally plunged into me, his knot swelling far larger than I had expected, and emptied his hot seed inside my body. We lay there gasping for several minutes, locked together at our point of contact, and enjoyed our sweaty, enforced cuddle time.

"My plants will all die," he mumbled tiredly.

"What? Why?" I laughed at the strange non sequitur.

"Because this is all I want to do for the rest of my life."