Page 10 of Little Bite of Bliss

That satisfied me. I dragged my claws lightly over my stomach as he pressed his lips against my inner thighs. He took his time, even though pre-cum still dripped from his cock and he clearly needed relief. His focus was entirely on me, on touching me. When I moaned, he paid attention to why. When I whimpered, he doubled down on his efforts, teasing me until his breath was hot against my clit.

His hand slid up my side and then surprised me by stroking my feathers. I immediately gasped, pleasure bolting through me. His head snapped up and he raised a brow. “Did that feel good?”

“Yes,” I gritted out. “My wings are . . . sensitive.”

His fingers started working gentle circles over my feathers, sending streaks of electricity through me. I gasped as his mouth clamped over my pussy and he started licking, his tongue thrusting inside me. He started to groan, his hips humping against the blankets helplessly.

“You taste like heaven,” he panted. “Holy fuck, you’re perfect.”

I got lost in the feel of his hands and attentive mouth, my muscles clenching as he drove me to the edge. Once he figured out what pleased me, he kept doing it, pushing me and pushing me. His lips clamped down around my clit and he sucked.

His other hand reached for my left wing and he stroked both of them as his tongue flicked my clit faster.

“Fuck,” I cried.

“Please, Mistress,” he begged between licks. “Come all over my face. Drown me.”

His begs sent me over the edge. My claws dug into the blankets as I arched, my orgasm washing over me and taking every thought with its tide. Archer’s tongue drove inside me, lapping at me as I came, his gentle moans growing louder.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I melted against my nest, panting as every muscle softened.

Archer sat back on his heels, his tongue dragging over his lips and licking up remnants of my essence. It glistened on his face, his eyes dark with lust.

I raised a brow and pushed my tits together. “Come,” I demanded. “Your reward.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” He climbed on top of me, hesitant until I grabbed his ass and seated him over my ribcage. His cock slapped between my breasts and I pushed them together, enjoying the way his expression twisted with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, his movements becoming clumsy and rushed.

I wasn’t sure how something so hot could be adorable at the same time. I liked witnessing this change. He’d been so smooth with how he’d touched me, but now he was just a little desperate mess.

“That’s right,” I purred. “Fuck my tits and thank me for it.”

Sweat glistened on his forehead. He pumped his cock faster, gliding between my breasts. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

His whimpers were music to my ears.

“Thank you. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Keep fucking them,” I growled.

Archer whined. “May I come, Mistress?”

“Not yet.”

His hips rocked faster, his expression twisting with agony. Pre-cum pooled on my chest as he fucked my breasts, his cheeks scarlet, his breaths labored.

Such a pretty little submissive.

“You may come,” I told him.

Immediately, hot ropes of cum jerked from his cock. He sucked in a breath as he came all over me, coating me in his seed. His muscles went limp, his eyes closing as he caught his breath.

I snapped my fingers. “Clean that up.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He fell forward obediently. His tongue lapped up the droplets and he was thorough, licking up every single drop he’d left. Once he finished, his body collapsed on top of mine.