Ryon

Savannah leaned in, her soft lips crashing against mine in an urgent, fervent kiss that banished any questions I had. Her hands roamed over my feathered chest, each caress stoking the flames of desire burning within me.

She was all smooth curves and delicate warmth against my hardened form. The way her body arched into my touch, a low moan escaping her lips, set my blood ablaze with primal hunger.

Wasting no time, I shed my own clothing with efficient yet careful movements. The last thing I wanted was to inadvertently harm her delicate human frame. Once we were both bare, I lifted her with ease and settled her onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips.

The feel of her pressed against me ignited every nerve ending. I was acutely aware of each point where our bodies met - her breasts against my chest, her thighs gripping my sides, and the tantalizing heat of her core just a breath away from where I longed to be.

One hand supported her back, my talons lightly grazing her skin, while the other ventured lower. I sought out the slick evidence of her arousal, finding her swollen and more than ready. A rumbling purr of approval vibrated in my throat.

Each stroke of my fingers elicited delicious sounds and cries from her that only stoked my raging need. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body undulating in rhythm with my ministrations. I knew it wouldn"t be long before she shattered under my touch.

"Ryon," she begged, her voice a melody of desire and desperation. "Please...I need you inside me."

Cradling her trembling form against me, I reveled in the searing heat of her body against mine. With exquisite tenderness belying the ferocity of my want, I positioned her above the thick length of my cock. The contrast of her soft, human shape against my anatomy was a sight forever etched into my memory. She met my gaze with wide, trusting eyes, her breath hitching as I held her poised on the precipice of our intimate joining.

The very air in the cave seemed charged with the electricity of our anticipation. Slowly, agonizingly slow, I lowered her onto me, watching intently for any sign of discomfort on her face. She was so deliciously wet, but the sheer girth of me caused her to catch her breath, eyelids fluttering as she adjusted to the sensation of being stretched far beyond anything she"d experienced before.

"It"s too big," she panted, a mixture of fear and excitement tingeing her voice. "I don"t know if I can take it all..."

I immediately stilled, the instinct to protect her warring against the primal urge to claim her as my mate. "We can stop," I ground out, the strain of holding back audible in my tone. "I never want to hurt you, Savannah."

But she shook her head adamantly, eyes blazing with determination. "No, I want this. I want you, Ryon. Don"t stop, please."

A guttural groan tore from the depths of my being as I gave in, thrusting upward in a slow, shallow stroke that drew a wanton moan from her lips. She was impossibly tight, the velvet grip of her surrounding me threatening to shatter what little restraint remained.

Her fingers dug into my feathers as she tried pushing herself further down onto me, her body"s own craving overriding any lingering doubts. I could feel her trembling, saw the sheen of sweat across her brow, and it only heightened the aching throb of my arousal.

Finally, I could take no more. Grasping her hips, my talons careful not to mark her flawless skin, I pulled her down onto my full length in one slow, inexorable motion - each inch a hard-won victory against the bonds of our restraint.

Savannah was a marvel, a wonder - so tight, so wet, so amazing that I could scarcely believe this was real, that she was real. Her body welcomed my thick form with a resilience that stole my breath away. And when I was fully sheathed within her depths, when there was no more of me to give, we both stilled, savoring the exquisite rightness of our union.

I felt the throb of her pulse surrounding me, perfectly matched to the frantic cadence of my own heart. Our eyes met and in that moment, there were no barriers of alien and human, no divide of Draen and Earthling - only two beings bound by a passion that transcended all else.

"Ryon," she whispered. "Please."

Words failed me, my throat tight with the intensity of emotion. All I could do was nod in silent agreement before beginning to move within her. I set a pace both tender and demanding - a testament to the profound depths of our connection.

In perfect synchronicity, she rose to meet each of my thrusts, our bodies moving in sublime harmony. The wet, slick sounds of our joining mingled with our cries and moans to create a primal symphony of lust and longing that echoed off the cave walls.

I felt her tightening around me, her climax building with an intensity that threatened to sweep us both into oblivion. Driving into her harder, faster, I felt my own release coiling at the base of my spine like a gathering supernova, ready to detonate.

"Come for me, Savannah," I growled, the demand torn from somewhere primal within me. "Let go and fly with me into ecstasy."

And she did, her body convulsing around mine as she crested the peak of her pleasure. She threw her head back, a keening cry ripping from her lips as wave after wave of rapture crashed over her.

The sight of her in the throes of her release was my undoing. With a hoarse shout, I followed her over the edge into blissful oblivion, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself deep within her scorching depths. The sensation was overwhelming - a rush of pure, unadulterated euphoria that shook me to my very core.

For long moments, we remained locked together, our bodies entwined in the languid aftermath of our shared passion. Our frantic breathing gradually slowed, the feverish pace giving way to a contented lassitude as intoxicating as the finest vintage.

Carefully, I withdrew from her welcoming heat, instantly missing the feel of her body wrapped so tightly around me. I set her down gently before reaching for our discarded clothing. With a tenderness that belied the ferocity of our joining, I cleaned us both, tending to her comfort before my own.

Savannah snuggled against my side, her head coming to rest on my chest as the soft waves of her hair tickled my skin. I felt the steady thrum of her heartbeat, a soothing lullaby that gentled the lingering wildness within me.

As we finally emerged from the sheltering embrace of the cave, the world around us seemed reborn. Every surface glistened with fresh droplets that caught the fading sunlight like a million tiny prisms, heralding the dawn of a new day and a new chapter in the saga of our lives.

I remainedsilent as we made our way back to the flitter, Savannah"s fingers intertwined with mine in an unspoken gesture that conveyed volumes. A shift had occurred between us, a tension unrelated to the lingering storm clouds. Something fundamental had been irrevocably altered by the raw, primal act we had shared in that secluded cavern.

Stealing a glance at her, my heart clenched at the sight of her pensive expression. What thoughts occupied her mind? Had I pushed too far, too hard in my pursuit of her? The fear that I had somehow damaged the delicate bond between us gnawed at me, leaving me uncharacteristically anxious.

The flight back to the Zorax estate was enveloped in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the flitter"s engines. I longed to reach out to her, to reassure her—or perhaps myself—that our actions were natural, right, a celebration of the connection that had blossomed between us. But the words eluded me, and so I piloted us home, my mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire.

As we touched down on the landing pad, I pulled myself together.

I knew what I wanted. But what was important to Savannah?

I could be ready for anything, but I wasn"t prepared for the sight that greeted us in the main entry hall.

My parents stood side by side, their gazes thunderous. And beside them, her feathers bristling with barely contained fury, was Bhelenia Lukrok. The air was thick with tension, and I felt Savannah tense beside me, her fingers tightening around mine.

"Where have you been?" my father demanded, his voice a rumble meant to compel obedience. "And where are Sharlar and Helko?"

What? Wasn"t Helko taking care of a business meeting? I opened my beak to respond, but Bhelenia cut me off, her words laced with venom.

"This is your doing, isn"t it, human?" She spat the word like a curse, her eyes narrowing as she fixed Savannah with a withering glare. "You were supposed to be overseeing this union, and instead, you"ve allowed my daughter and your brother to avoid their responsibilities. They"ve been missing for hours."

Savannah flinched, and something inside me snapped. I stepped forward, placing myself between her and Bhelenia"s wrath.

"That has nothing to do with Savannah," I said, my voice low but firm. "Sharlar and Helko are grown adults, capable of making their own decisions."

My father"s beak clicked in dismissal, his eyes hard and unforgiving. "Enough of your excuses, Ryon. This behavior is unacceptable, a blight on our family"s honor. If you cannot see that, then perhaps it"s time you faced the consequences of your actions."

A cold knot of dread formed in the pit of my stomach, his words ringing with an ominous finality that chilled me to the core. Mother stepped forward, the fluttering of her wings torn between concern and disapproval.

"Your father is right, Ryon," she said, her voice strained. "This situation has spiraled out of control, and we cannot afford any more distractions or scandals. Not with the Kenii breathing down our necks."

I wanted to protest, to argue that my relationship with Savannah was hardly a scandal, but the words died on my tongue. I knew, deep down, that they would never understand. Not really. To them, tradition and propriety were sacrosanct, and anything that threatened the established order was to be quashed without mercy.

Bhelenia"s feathers rustled, and she fixed me with a look that could have frozen fire itself. "I should have known better than to trust a Zorax," she spat. "You"re all the same—selfish, reckless, with no regard for the consequences of your actions."

Alget"s beak snapped open, no doubt to deliver a scathing retort, but I held up a wing, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Enough," I said, my voice rough with barely contained emotion. "What do you want from me, Father? From us?"

Alget"s eyes bored into mine, cold and unyielding. "It"s simple, Ryon. You will end this dalliance with the human, immediately and without question."

And then the words he always used, cracked over my head like a whip. "Do your duty."