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I rock back, taking it deeper. Since Odai’s hands are free, he’s massaging my ass cheeks and down the backs of my thighs, rumbling with this low, growl-like purr. He hoists my hips too high for me to keep humping the mattress, and I groan, but he slides one of his claw-tipped hands between my legs to grip my cock. I am so wet that he nearly loses hold of me on the first stroke.
“Fuck… Odai!”
Tongue and tail fuck me in time to more strokes. Only when my breathing gets so ragged and loud, that he has to know I’m close, does he stop. He doesn’t take the thong off but removes tongue and tail to replace them with his true tip and fucks me with it on.
“Ah-ahhh!”
Odai slams all the way in to the start of the ring and does not take it slow. His thrusts are deep and steady like he is ravenous for me. My body knows his well now, but I still wonder if I can take the ring. It feels so good rubbing against my hole when he is buried inside me, rimming me with its thick ridge.
I glance over my shoulder at the mirror. I haven’t taken my glasses off, the boots, or my top layers. Odai is fucking me nearly the same way I looked leaving Fluid Fashion, and I… I love seeing it. Being with Odai is better every time, but seeing us as… us, with me like this, and him purple and winged, is perfect.
“Take it, Jeffrey. You can take it, can’t you?” Odai husks at my ear. He runs his tail tip, wet from stretching me, around my rim where the ring is trying to push inside. It slickens me further and feels amazing, but it is still not enough for the ring to do more than make me ache and cringe at its failed attempts to breach me.
Then something dawns on me. “Odai… I wish to be on top.”
It is a thrill when he flips us this time, a blur of motion and exhilaration like the good parts of an amusement park ride. Odai, naked, but still horned and adorned in gold, is feral looking with his wings spread beneath him, spilling over the edges of the bed. I’m on top, and only now has the thong been banished, but I see it on the floor with my shorts.
I’m glad. I definitely want to keep that.
I am positioned in a way that Odai’s tip is still inside me, and I lower myself onto him with a shudder, right to the start of his ring again. I reach for the zipper at my neck.
“No.” Odai’s claws curl around my wrist. “Leave it.” He touches the crop-top beneath, and that vanishes to reappear on the floor, but the zip-up stays on me.
Without the top, the way the zip-up is cropped is high enough to show my nipples. And to rub them, like how Odai does with the pads of his thumbs. Then again with flicks of his claws.
That makes me moan too. I keep riding him as he plays with them, lying there so gorgeously. So monstrously, but nothing like a monster.
“Ohhhh, that’s so good.” I drop my head back to look at us again. I am going to wish for a series of photographs of these views. I don’t care if it’s vain. I am me. Me. But I am even more me when Odai is with me.
I ride him slow, relaxed, and tingly from all the ways he keeps touching me. Thumbing my nipples. His tail wrapping around my cock. I bend to kiss him, to feel his forked tongue, and push back on his ring with more and more give stretching around it, until—
“Ah!”
It’s in.
Oh fuck. Oh, fuck.
Odai grips my ass and holds me there, slowly rocking me on the ring so it doesn’t pop out. It is so much. The most stretched I’ve ever been, but it doesn’t… hurt. It burns just the right side of searing, and somehow, its ridges moving along the inside of my rim now is everything I wanted from the first time I envisioned this.
I rock with Odai, lifting upright as he holds my ass. Odai marvels up at me like I am something miraculous. He has always looked at me like that, but now, it’s possessive and gleeful and heated, like his gaze could set me on fire. His cock sure has. I let him stretch me so wide, fuck inside me so deep, that he could fill me to the brim when he comes.
I want that. I want his come. Now.
“Faster,” I say to his tail, and it wraps around my cock tighter with faster and faster twists.
I’m close. So close. I swear his ring twists like the coils of his tail as it rams into me. I feel every ridge along my insides, and the spade of his head is high enough that I could touch it through my belly.
Fill me up, I think.
Fill me.
Fill me!
“I wish for us to come! Together! Now!”
It is like an explosion in my gut, and my cry as I come breaks off with a croak. In the throes of our apex, I drop my head back to look in the mirror again, but it isn’t me I want to see. It’s Odai. It’s us. And how happy we look to have this.
I don’t try to dislodge myself until I feel Odai soften. I like feeling him there, and I am messy and gaping when he is gone. So gaping that his come spills out and coats his cock as I lay on his chest. I reach down to gather some of it and taste it. It’s better than I imagine because it is mixed with the taste of me.
