The air outside was balmy and warm, despite the slight breeze at the top of the tree, a perfect summer night, as she settled against the cushions of the upholstered chaise lounge, patting the spot beside her as he chirped nervously once more.
“I had a great time at the observatory, and tonight has been wonderful so far, so I think you’re doing okay.”
“Ah,” he began in a low rumble that made her toes curl, settling beside her, “but the night is young.” His wide hand spread out over the side of her hip as his head lowered and Grace felt her heart climb into her throat in excitement over the kiss she knew was coming. “There’s plenty of time for me to screw something up.”
Buzzing. That was all she was capable of focusing on as Merrick's mouth moved on her own before trailing hungrily to her ear. The thrumming vibration of his wings, moving rapidly as his lips hummed at her throat, the feathery brush of his antennae caressing her face, his long fingers fisting in her dress . . . and the buzzing, guttural groan that seemed to erupt from his throat as her legs fell open for him.
“Thatsmell. . . you smell incredible. How are you able to smell so good?” he groaned, his deep voice was a muffled slur against her skin, kissing across her collarbone, tongue dropping from his mouth once more.
He'd talked about how good she smelled once before, Grace realized, the night he'd apologized for watching her from the tree.Much sweeter than the berries.Merrick’s thin, almost lipless mouth trailed down her neck and over her chest, his long fingers fisted in her dress, which he'd bunched at her hips. The realization that it was the smell of her arousal he was enamored with hit her just as that long tongue curled over the dampened front of her panties, pulling a strangled moan from her.
“I need to taste you . . . ”
The mattress of the big platform bed to which he carried her was springy and soft, around the tree trunk from where they'd been sitting. The circular platform of his rented home had spectacular views from every side, but the area where the bed resided looked out over the valley, unobstructed. Grace sat up on her knees as he gripped the bottom hem of her short dress, pulling it up over her thick thighs and round ass, catching on the shelf of her breasts before tugging over her head. She unclasped her bra with one hand as he tossed the dress aside, noting his shuddering breath as he took her in.
"You've never been with a human before?" she questioned again, eyebrow raised. He was practically hovering off the ground in anxious desire, chest heaving, antennae dancing wildly.
"Never," he wheezed.
She straightened up as he approached the bed, pushing her chest out a bit when she noticed that his hands were twitching, fighting the instinct to reach out and touch her. Leading his wrists, she guided him to cup one creamy globe and then the other, releasing her grip as he tested their weight, the silky velvet pad of his thumbs gently circling over puckered pink buds.
“Are you sure you’re not one of those mothmen who like to play bedroom bingo with human women?” He sputtered at the question, flailing in place, and she laughed, closing her fingers over his hands to keep him in place until he kneaded her flesh once more. He too had lost his berry-patch bravery, it seemed, and the thought brought a flush to her neck. There was an odd responsibility in being his first human, the first of her species he would taste and touch, the first human who would touch and taste him in return.We're going to need to make this an experience he remembers.
The thought of being the first human to suckle on his cock tip was exhilarating, the flush spreading down her chest. Gripping one of his wrists again, she led his hand down her body, over the soft swell of her stomach, curling his fingers over her plump mound, pressing their velvety softness into her slippery, slick heat. Her eyes slipped shut as the sound filled the room, the same high-frequency buzzing that had enveloped her as she knelt on her bed in front of the window. Grace couldn't tell if the sound originated from his chest or from his wings, or some other unfamiliar bit of his anatomy she was unable to identify, but as her eyes slipped shut, she felt as if she were once again outlined in the golden glow of her bedroom light, kneeling in front of the window for his unseen audience on the other side.
She dragged a finger through her hot folds, spreading open the lips of her sex until she reached her ravenous, dripping cunt. Sliding a finger into herself with a breathy sigh, her hips pushed until she had reached the top knuckles. The sensation of her long curls brushing against the middle of her back as she rolled her neck made her shiver, pushing out her chest for him again, pulling the finger back until she was able to add a second, sliding them back in. For a moment, that was good enough. She rocked against the two fingers within her, using her wrist to direct their pumping motion, squeezing her inner muscles around them. It felt good,sogood. She bit her lip as she whimpered, breasts bouncing as she finger fucked herself for her audience, using the springiness of the mattress for her momentum as she rocked.
When she managed to find that spot within her that made her toes curl, she moaned.So good.Merrick grunted in response, the buzzing around her increasing. His reaction made her cry out again, improving the show. After all, Grace thought, she wanted her audience to enjoy an immersive experience.
"It feels so good," she moaned, increasing the force she used to bounce against the fingers, fucking herself deeply on their length. She wanted to ride his cock this way, and hoped she'd get the chance that night. Her breath had begun to come out in short pants, timed to the solid thrust of the fingers, keening as they rubbed over her G-spot repeatedly. She wanted to come for him like this, wanted to let him see the flush on her tits and the way her head dropped back as her body clenched, closer and closer to her peak with every roll of her hips. She needed more, though. She needed pressure on her clit, moving some in place to roll over, crying out when it hit just the right spot.
"I want to come for you," she keened. "Do you want to feel me come?" His answering moan came out on a hiss, unable to form words, telling her all she needed to know about his enjoyment of the events thus far.
After that, she was in a race against herself, increasing the speed of her hips, thrusting herself against the fingers instead of moving them against her. The thumb rolled over her clit, the long fingers within her dragging against her G-spot, until her thighs began to quiver. She'd never been a squirter before, but she was certain she would be able to chase the sensation in this position, if only she weren't so desperate to come. When the first wave of her orgasm quivered up her back, she was left breathless and gasping, unable to even cry out as her body seized, cunt clenching. She squeezed tight around the two fingers inside of her, her mouth open in a silent moan as she came, clutching convulsions throbbing through her.
When the sensation of shaking apart finally ebbed away, she moaned at last, withdrawing the fingers from her body. Their velvet was stained dark, coated in her slick, his chest heaving as he pulled his hand out of her grip, pushing the fingers that had been inside of her through his lips, sucking them clean with a groan. She enjoyed masturbating for him, it was as simple as that, she thought shakily. And from what she could tell by the bulge in his smooth groin, he had enjoyed it as well. Something had been excited there, just inside his skin, and Grace wanted to tease it out, wanted to tease it and taste it with her tongue, wanted to learn if it would feel as good inside her as his fingers had.
He didn't give her the chance. She found herself pushed back to the mattress, her head reeling as she stared up at the tree platform's high ceiling, her thighs pushed open before he settled his shoulders between them.
"I want to taste you," he groaned, "reallytaste you. I want to drink right from your pussy. Can I?"
She nodded, closing her eyes again as his mouth lowered, his lips meeting her lips in a slow, sensual kiss, his aquiline nose pushing between them, opening her up for his hungry mouth. Grace once more felt enveloped in that buzzing hum as he groaned against her heat, drinking up her juices like he wanted to drown in her. He began to hum as his mouth neared the heat of her slick, pink center. Grace was engulfed in fire as he groaned in unrestrained pleasure, having reached his destination at last, sinking his tongue into her greedily.
She would never again be eaten out this well or enthusiastically, she realized.Note to self: mothmen love eating pussy.His long nose bumped her clit as he slipped and sucked on the slippery evidence of her orgasm, groaning his pleasure in a way that sent vibrations ricocheting up her spine, making her thighs tremble anew.
The long taper of his tongue pressed through her folds, buzzing and curling around her clit and almost causing her to become airborne again as she arched off the bed before it dipped lower, seeking the source of the smell that had his antennae dancing madly over her exposed skin. When his tongue dipped into her, Merrick’s moan reverberated through her core, shaking through her body.
The endless length was a slithering, probing, cock-like intrusion that had her fisting the bedding as he pressed into her walls, finding the spot inside her that made her see stars. She had never had her G-spotlickedbefore, but now that she had, nothing else would ever suffice again. There was no toy, no vibrator or dildo that could ever match the sensation of his long, unspooled tongue laving over the spot like a serpent, making her legs kick and thrash, as if she were having some sort of fit. There would be no matching this sensation, Grace thought, nothing he could possibly do to top this. The thick, silky pile of his ruff tickled against the inside of her thighs, and the smooth velvet of his fingertips rubbed against the back of her knees, where he spread her legs open, to better access his feast. Nothing would compare to this, at least that's what she thought.
But then his tongue receded, slurping its way free, before it moved to curl around her clit once more. The tapered tip curled and stroked, slipping an edge under the pearl's sensitive hood, an action that simultaneously liquefied her bones and tensed every muscle in her body. Around and around, it polished the slippery-slick surface of her engorged bud, leaving her a trembling wreck, barely able to cry out, until the tip of his tongue fastened over it, fastened over it with a hollowed end, and began to suck.
Grace was concerned for a moment that she had paralyzed herself. So violently did she arch off the mattress when he began to suck her, that she was unable to feel her legs for several quivering, star-seeing moments.Thiswas what he had done to her that night, she realized. His endless coil of a tongue had reached right into her room, right to where she knelt at the foot of her bed before the window, sucking on her clit until she had almost passed out — and now she was going to pass out again. Consciousness seemed a thready, inconsistent thing, and her vision was alternating between black spots and bright white light that made her squint against its brilliance, her very soul threatening to leave her body, sucked through her clit by this voyeuristic, vacuum-tongued fiend. There was no better way to lose it, she decided.
"I-I'm going to come. Sweet mercifulfuck, I'm going to come." His response to her warning was a click and chirp, a sound of delight, and she realized that was exactly what he wanted. Her second orgasm of the night was a shaking wave that rippled down to her toes as he worked her clit unceasingly, a sustained sensation that left her twitching helplessly.
She realized that was his plan as he continued sucking and licking and groaning against her, unable to get enough of the wetness that now glistened from his nose and chin, making her toes curl and legs shake until she begged him to stop, too oversensitized for the onslaught to continue. His chirp of disappointment had her shoulders shaking in laughter she was unable to contain as he crawled up her body.Pussy obsessed.The ability to speak didn’t return for several long minutes, as her body continued to quiver and pulse, thoroughly exhausted by his dedication.
“Well,” she wheezed eventually, as he gently played with the ends of her hair, “I don’t have words to describe how good that was.” Grace laughed weakly as he clicked in satisfaction. “Are you sure you’ve never been with a human? Because there are human men out there who can’t evenfindthe clit, and here you are with a suction-powered homing device. It’s almost not fair.” He chirped again and she laughed, cuddling into the thick mantle of fluff, exactly the way she had in her daydreams.