Chapter 308: Can She Go Again?

She notices before I even move, glancing down at where my first cock is already filling out again against her hip, giving me this look like she can’t quite believe it.

"Again?" she asks, voice still a little wrecked from earlier.

"Not my fault," I tell her, nuzzling into her neck. "You’re just that good."

She goes pink at that, the kind of pink that spreads from her cheeks down her throat, and she doesn’t pull away when I guide her back down onto the bed. Her thighs are still slick, her pussy puffy and swollen and leaking where I filled her earlier, and the sight of it does something stupid to my brain.

I kiss down her stomach slow, feeling her breath hitch with every inch I cover, and when I get low enough I just look for a second. Properly look. Pink and used and perfect, glistening in the lamp light, her tits still rising and falling with how hard she’s breathing.

I bend down and lick her clit before she can stop me.

"No," she gasps, legs snapping together around my head, trapping me there which honestly doesn’t bother me one bit. "No, not that, it’s dirty, it’s—"

"It’s ours," I murmur against her thigh, voice low, rubbing my thumb in slow circles where her leg presses against my cheek. "Shhh. Nothing dirty about it, baby."

She makes a small whimpering sound but her legs loosen, just slightly, just enough that I can lean back in and taste her properly this time. She’s still got the taste of me mixed in with her, and I don’t know why that drives me as wild as it does, but it does, and I groan against her, the vibration making her whole body jolt.

"Matt," she gasps, fingers tangling in my hair, not pushing me away anymore. "Oh god, Matt, that’s—"

She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her hips roll up into my mouth instead, which is answer enough.

I don’t stay down there long though, because my cock is throbbing and I want to be inside her again more than I want anything else in this entire sewer-adjacent apartment. I pull back, wiping my mouth, and she looks down at me with this dazed, flushed expression like she can’t decide if she’s embarrassed or desperate for more.

"You good?" I ask her, voice rough. "Want to go a bit harder this time? Only if you’re up for it."

She nods before I even finish the question, which honestly does something to my ego that I’m not proud of.

"On your knees," I tell her, gentle but firm, and she moves slow, still shaky from the last round, letting me guide her hips until she’s positioned the way I want her.

I slide her down toward the end of the bed, her knees finding the edge, and I part her legs from behind, getting the full view of her pussy, pink and puffy and still dripping with everything I gave her earlier. Fuck, that’s a sight I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of.

My other cock, the one that’s been patiently waiting this whole time, finally gets its turn, and I guide the head against her entrance slow.

She squeals the second I press in, a high surprised sound that goes straight to my spine.

"Slow," I remind myself as much as her, easing forward inch by inch, giving her body time to stretch and adjust around me again. She’s still a little sensitive from before, still a little swollen, and I can feel every twitch of her inner walls gripping down on me like she doesn’t know whether to pull me in or push me out.

My tail curls up behind her while I’m easing in, trailing slow over the curve of her ass, and when the tip brushes against her asshole she jolts like she’s been shocked.

"No, not there," she gasps, voice high and a little panicked. "Matt—"

I pause immediately, both my cock and my tail going still.

"Hey," I say softly, leaning down over her back, pressing a kiss between her wings. "I hear you. Not there, not tonight. Okay?"

She nods, breathing hard, and I pull my tail back, letting it coil instead around her thigh, something safer, something she’s already comfortable with.

"God, you’re so cute," I murmur against her shoulder blade. "Don’t worry, my girl. My fae. You’re safe. I’ve got you."

She relaxes under that, I can feel it happen, the tension draining out of her shoulders, her hips pushing back just slightly like she’s inviting me deeper instead of bracing against it.

So I give her deeper.

I push forward slow until I bottom out, my balls pressing flush against her clit, and the sound she makes is somewhere between a moan and a sob, high and raw and completely unguarded. I groan too, because fuck, she’s tight, tighter than before somehow, like her body’s clenching down on instinct.

"That’s it," I breathe, holding there for a second, letting her feel all of me. "You’re taking me so well."

"Matt," she whimpers into the mattress, face half-buried in the sheets. "Please, please move."

I don’t need telling twice.

I start slow, rocking into her with long careful strokes, watching the way her back arches, the way her wings flutter with every thrust. But slow doesn’t last long, not with how good she feels, not with how desperately she’s pushing her hips back to meet me.

"Harder," she gasps, surprising both of us I think. "Matt, harder, please—"

So I give her harder.

I grip her hips, fingers digging into that soft skin, and I start fucking into her properly now, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, my balls smacking against her clit with every thrust. She screams into the pillow, muffled but unmistakable, and I can feel her pussy clenching down around me like she’s close already.

"That’s it," I growl, picking up the pace even more, my own control slipping fast. "Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hide it."

She lifts her face just enough to scream properly this time, "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, Matt, don’t stop—"

Hearing her say my name like that, broken and desperate and completely lost in it, wrecks whatever composure I had left. I fuck into her harder, faster, chasing that edge right alongside her, my tail tightening around her thigh, my hand sliding up her back to tangle in that long blonde hair, pulling just enough to tip her head back.

"You’re mine," I growl, barely recognizing my own voice at this point. "All mine."

"Yours," she sobs out, body shaking under me. "I’m yours, I’m yours, Matt, I’m—"

She comes apart before she can even finish the sentence, her whole body seizing up, pussy clamping down so tight around me that it drags my own orgasm out right behind hers. I groan, deep and guttural, emptying into her with my hips still pumping through the aftershocks, her wings snapping open wide behind her one more time like they did before, glowing faint and trembling.

I collapse half over her, careful not to crush her wings again even through the haze of my own afterglow, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. Her legs are trembling, pussy still fluttering around me where I’m still buried inside her, and for a long moment neither of us says anything at all.

"Okay," I finally manage, voice wrecked, "that was definitely harder."

She laughs, breathless and a little hoarse from screaming into the pillow, and turns her head enough to look at me with those big blue eyes, pupils still blown wide. "You asked if I wanted harder. I didn’t know it would feel like that."

"Good different or bad different?" I ask, genuinely checking, because her boundary about the tail thing is still fresh in my mind and I don’t want her second-guessing anything we actually did right.

"Good," she says immediately, no hesitation at all. "Really, really good."

I pull out slow, careful, watching her face the whole time for any wince or discomfort, but all I see is this soft satisfied exhaustion settling over her features. I shift us both up the bed properly this time, away from the edge, and pull her in against my chest, tail curling loose around her waist instead of anywhere she’s not comfortable with yet.

"Thank you for telling me," I say quietly, brushing some of her sweat-damp hair back from her face. "About the tail thing. I mean it. Anything you’re not into, you just say it."