Savannah

Isank back into the plush chair, taking a moment to catch my breath after the whirlwind week. The beautiful fusion of human and Draen traditions left me exhilarated yet utterly drained.

The week leading up to the wedding blurred into a dance of preparations, consultations, last-minute adjustments. Blending our ceremonial practices required a deft touch, an open mind from all.

I smiled, recalling the Feather Binding ritual. A sacred Draen tradition adapted to include a strand of my hair intertwined with Ryon"s feathers. The intricate braiding symbolized our union, lives and essences forever entwined.

The reading of lineages stood out, a poignant moment tracing our ancestral lines before our assembled families. Despite vastly different origins, it underscored love"s universal nature, transcending boundaries, uniting us profoundly.

Then there was the aerial dancing - a breathtaking display leaving me awestruck as Ryon and the Draen took flight. Powerful wings carried them through intricate choreographed routines. Though earthbound, my heart soared alongside my beloved, cutting through the air with effortless elegance.

I politely declined Ranna"s offer to don a flight suit and join the aerial festivities. As much as I enjoyed life on Teloril, that risk seemed unnecessary right now.

Standing before the crowd, hand clasped in Ryon"s, I was keenly aware of the countless dignitaries witnessing our union. Their presence testified to the Zorax family"s importance, but I wondered how many came to satisfy curiosity about a human and Draen"s strange marriage spectacle.

Regardless of motivations, the ceremony celebrated love transcending boundaries, bringing our families together once seemingly impossible. Exchanging vows with Ryon, his feathers shimmering, eyes brimming with devotion, I felt a completeness I"d never known.

Now, surrounded by the joyous celebration"s remnants, I only felt profound gratitude. This journey, beginning with a job offer, transformed into something greater - a love story defying expectations, an unlikely union blossoming into beauty.

I glanced at the intricate feather bracelet adorning my wrist, a gift from Ryon symbolizing our eternal bond. Tracing the delicate patterns, I marveled at how far we"d come, how much we"d overcome to reach this moment.

The soft tap pulled me from my reverie. I recognized the cadence of Ryon"s knock, felt a flutter of anticipation. A warm smile spread as he entered, feathers gleaming like burnished copper.

"My love," that rich, melodic purr sent a delightful shiver down my spine. Even after our vows, the endearment held an exhilarating freshness making my heart swell.

"Ryon." Rising, I met him, his wings extending slightly in an instinctive captivating gesture.

"I"m afraid we must rejoin the festivities," a hint of regret colored his tone. "A few traditional toasts remain, and then..." He trailed off, gaze lingering in a way that made me flush.

"And then we can finally slip away?" I couldn"t resist a teasing lilt.

His beak parted, a flash of mischief in his eyes. "Precisely. Though having you all to myself is...distracting."

His feathered arm encircled my waist, drawing me against him. His other hand caressed my cheek, soft pads tracing my skin delicately.

"And I thought Draen were disciplined, focused."

A low trill - his chuckle. "Ah, you underestimate your charms, dear Savannah."

His thumb brushed my lip, beak parting to reveal that wicked, talented tongue. Sensing my thoughts, he nuzzled below my ear, tongue flicking out to trace a tantalizing path along my neck"s curve. Heat bloomed in my core. I clutched his tunic, desperate for an anchor as waves of pleasure threatened to sweep me away.

"Ryon," I breathed, warning and entreaty. "If you start, we won"t stop."

He hummed against my skin, delicious tremors coursing through me. "Tempting. But you"re right."

Monumental effort saw him pull back, eyes glazed with familiar hunger. We regarded each other for a charged moment, breaths mingling in the scant space.

Finally, he offered his arm with a courtly flourish belying the simmering undercurrent of desire. "Shall we, my wife?"

I smiled at the pride and wonder in how he spoke the title, filling my heart. Looping my arm through his solid grasp, I nodded.

"Lead the way, my husband."

With a contented sigh,I sank into the chair, savoring the intimate tranquility of our private suite. The soft hues of dusk filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing Ryon"s feathers in a warm, burnished glow.

He moved with fluid grace, kneeling before me and gently lifting one of my feet into his lap. His touch was reverent as skilled fingers worked the tension from my aching soles. A soft moan of relief escaped my lips, the aches and strains of the day melting away under his ministrations.

"You spoil me," I murmured, eyes fluttering closed to savor the sensation.

A low, rumbling trill vibrated from Ryon"s chest—a sound that never failed to ignite a delicious flutter within me. "Hardly," he countered, his rich, melodic voice caressing my ears. "It is my honor to dote upon my wife."

The word wife rolled off his tongue with reverence that made my heart swell. Even now, after exchanging vows and ceremonies, it still felt dreamlike—a perfection too sublime to be real.

As if sensing my thoughts, Ryon"s fingers stilled, and I felt the weight of his intense gaze upon me. Opening my eyes, I found him regarding me in a way that stole my breath.

"What troubles you, my love?" he murmured, his beak parting to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his thick, roughened tongue.

A shiver ran through me at the memory of how that dexterous appendage felt against my skin—exploring and tasting with an intensity that never failed to ignite a smoldering fire within. Heat bloomed in my core, and I became hyper-aware of the silk caressing my body, the fabric whispering against my skin with each subtle movement.

"Nothing troubles me," I assured in a husky murmur. "Quite the opposite."

Ryon"s brow arched, a flash of mischief in his eyes. "Is that so?" he purred, resuming the languid massage along my arched foot.

I bit back a moan, my body thrumming with delicious tension. "You know precisely what you do to me," I breathed, unable to resist teasing him.

A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest as he leaned forward, feathers brushing my calves in a tantalizing caress. "And you, my dearest Savannah, are far too tempting."

His beak nuzzled my sensitive ankle, his tongue tracing a scorching path along the delicate bones. A gasp escaped my lips, fingers tightening on the cushions as waves of pleasure washed over me.

"Ryon," I managed, my voice a breathless plea.

I arched my back, a breathless whimper escaping my lips as Ryon"s tongue blazed a scorching trail up my calf. By the time he reached the hem of my dress, I trembled with need, my chest rising and falling in rapid pants.

"Tell me your desire," he murmured against my skin, his words a heated caress.

I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. "You," I whispered fiercely. "Always you."

In one fluid motion, Ryon rose to his feet, wings unfurling in a magnificent display. He loomed over me, his presence utterly commanding, yet his touch achingly tender as he cupped my face.

"Then you shall have me," he vowed, eyes burning with a promise that sent a thrill racing through my veins.

His fingers traced my body"s contours with deliberate grace as he undressed me, each discarded garment reverent, making me feel the galaxy"s most precious treasure. My dress pooled at my feet, undergarments a whisper, leaving me bare to his hungry gaze.

A gentle nudge guided me back onto the cool sheets, a stark contrast to my feverish skin. I lay before him, heart pounding as he drank in the sight of me. His darkened, desire-filled eyes roamed my exposed flesh, and I felt beautiful, cherished beneath his weighted attention.

He started at my ankles, his warm, agile tongue tracing patterns up my legs, each lick jolting pleasure through me. I squirmed under the onslaught, breath hitching as he reached my thighs" apex, tongue delving into my folds with maddening precision that left me writhing.

The unique texture of his thick, rough tongue against my most sensitive areas was an otherworldly delight. He explored me with a voracious appetite, attentions both tender and wild, driving me to ecstasy"s brink with astonishing, deeply arousing, ease.

My climax hit like a supernova, body arching off the bed as wave after wave washed over me. I cried out, fingers tangling in his feathers as I rode the crest, but even as tremors subsided, I craved more—craved him.

"Ryon, please," I begged, voice a hoarse whisper. "I need you inside me."

He complied with thrilling, endearing fervor, clothes falling away to reveal his alien physique"s beauty. My eyes were drawn to his cock, a marvel that still left me in awe—thick and heavy, ridges pulsing with life, promising sensations out of this world.

As he positioned himself between my legs, the blunt tip pressed against my entrance, ridges undulating gently and sending shivers of anticipation up my spine. With slow, deliberate motion, he entered me, each ridge stimulating my inner walls and leaving me gasping.

The sensation was indescribable—strange and wondrous, a mix of textures and pressures igniting fires within me. Ryon moved in a rhythm ancient yet new, his cock filling me completely, ridges caressing from the inside out. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling deeper, wanting to feel every inch against every part.

Our bodies danced together, as old as time yet choreographed just for us. Each thrust brought us closer, physically and emotionally, souls intertwining as surely as bodies.

The intensity built, a crescendo threatening to consume us both. Ryon"s wings unfurled, span casting shadows as they beat in time with our passionate rhythm. The sight of him—powerful, beautiful, utterly mine—pushed me over the edge once more.

My second orgasm ripped through with breathtaking intensity, body convulsing around him as he continued driving into me, drawing out pleasure until I thought I might shatter. With a final, powerful thrust, Ryon found release, cock pulsing within as he let out a triumphant cry.

We lay in the aftermath, bodies slick with sweat, hearts beating in unison. Ryon"s wings enfolded us both, a protective cocoon shielding us from the world. In that moment, nothing else existed— just us, two souls from different worlds who found completeness in each other"s arms.

As breathing slowed and heartbeats steadied, Ryon rolled onto his side, taking me with him. I nestled against his chest, tracing the outline of muscles, still marveling at the softness of feathers and strength beneath.

His beak brushing my hair in a gesture both intimate and innocent. "I love you, Savannah Mendell," he murmured, voice resonating in his chest.

I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, heart swelling with emotion. "And I love you, Ryon Zorax," I replied, words a solemn vow. "More than I ever thought possible."

In that quiet, peaceful interlude, I realized the universe had conspired to answer all my questions.

Love could last. No illusion, but something solid. Something real.

Something ours.

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