“It’s okay,” she gasped, breathing around the stab of pain. “Ju-just give me a second to adjust . . . ” Merrick groaned as she shifted, lowering himself to lie above her, and a bolt of white pleasure wiped her vision as the top curve of his cock pressed into her. In this new, adjusted position she was able to feel every inch of him, and when he gave a shallow, tentative thrust, she cried out in pleasure. “Oh Gods, more! Just like that . . . more!”
He began rutting against her, that familiar low buzz settling around them, his cock thick enough to rub every inch of her, and she decided she was going to enjoy learning about mothmen, if he fucked her this way with any regularity.
Time ceased to exist as they fell into a dizzying, pleasurable pattern: he fucked her tirelessly, as the curling, slithering coil of his tong tongue would unspool between their bodies to lick and suck on her clit, bringing her to a spine-rattling orgasm, when he would pull out and feast on the nectar of her cunt like he was guzzling down a chalice of ambrosia, stolen from the gods. His undulating cock would slide back into her and her eyes would practically roll out of her skull on every press of that thick swell, and he would begin the cycle over again until she was a shuddering, gasping mess.
She was positive the sky overhead was beginning to lighten when he began to vibrate. She was on her stomach at that point, as he hammered into her from behind. She felt the familiar buzzing of his wings and the vibration of his velvety smooth chest against her back, but that time it was different. His hips had taken on erratic rhythm, his arms jerking, even as he held her tightly, and for a moment, Grace was certain she was nearly able to feel the buzzing vibration within her.
Her legs were hooked over the awkward back joints of his insectoid lower legs, flush beneath him, and she nearly didn't notice when the mattress disappeared. They were several feet in the air, his great wings beating with his steadiness his hips no longer possessed, and without the bed buffering the vibrating sensation, she was able to tell that her initial suppositions were correct — his cock was vibrating inside her, along with something in his chest and the buzz of his wings, her teeth nearly rattling from the percussive force. When the tip of that sucking tongue once more closed over the swollen, aching clit, Grace thought she might shake apart right alongside him.
"I-I I'm about to finish, I can't hold it in. Do you want me to —"
"Finish inside me," she wheezed, her eyes crossing as he vibrated against her G-spot. If this was what all mothmen could do, someone needed to alert the media, alert congress! This needed to be the headline of every newspaper, the only story talked about on the news.Hot single mothmen with Dyson-strength tongues and vibrating dicks are in a neighborhood near you!Her words were all the permission he needed. Merrick let out a long, guttural groan, coming with a hot gush. Those small, gleaming fangs sank into the juncture of her neck and shoulder as he emptied himself into her, not quite hard enough to break the surface, but the flash of pain made her arch, squeezing around his cock, milking him through his endless orgasm, until the world went black and she was limp in his arms.
The world did not stay black for long. She didn't want to think about what sort of UTI she might get from the endless fucking she received, sliding off the edge of the bed on knees that only wobbled a little, she was relieved to note. Beside her, Merrick looked dead. She could see the slight rise and fall of his fluffy mantle, assuring her that he'd not expired as he ejaculated, but he did not stir as she tiptoed off in search of the bathroom. When she returned, however, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
"Did-did you want me to bring you home, or —"
"I guess that depends on whether you're kicking me out or not?"
He sat up in panic, mouth dropping open. "N-no no, you don't have to leave. You ever have to leave! I-I mean — I mean you're more than welcome to stay the night." She raised an eyebrow when he pulled himself up from the bed, motioning for her to claim it. "I don't actually sleep here, at least not very often."
There was a chair just around the bend from the bed, with a cannily designed open back. Beside it sat a small table housing a book, a notepad, and coffee cup. Grace smiled softly, evidence of his daily life that made her stomach flip-flop. He was soft and sweet, and it didn't matter if he wasn't going to be around for long. She liked him, and she wanted to be someone he would remember fondly. His wings slipped through the back of the chair, and when she climbed into his lap, cuddling against the thick mound of fluff — so like her daydreams, that Grace wasn't sure where her fantasies ended and reality began.
"You haven't seen much of downtown yet, right?" When he shook his head, she smiled again, rubbing his chest. "Okay, good. Every week we’re going to go someplace different. By the end of summer, you'll have seen the whole town." She was going to learn something new about mothpeople at least every week, if not every day, she vowed. She was going to show him around and they were going to have fun together, for as long as it lasted.Here for a good time, not a long time. Day one, Grace thought, her eyes closing, the weight of his fingers in her hair pushing her down.Vibrating cocks. That's definitely something new.
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