Pushing my weight off the balls of my feet and onto my heels, I drift backward until my wings lie flat on the water’s surface. As their leathery membranes stretch outward, cold liquid seeps into my hair, pulling it off my face.
Alienor staggers forward, her mouth dropping open. “What are you doing?”
“Creating a landing pad.” I stretch out a hand. “Come, my love. Use my wings as a mattress and balance your cunt on my face.”
She squeezes her thighs together, looking perplexed.
“Let me soften you up with my saliva.”
The strangled noise she makes in the back of her throat goes straight to my cock and balls. All four heads stream with liquid precum, reminding me that I am no longer under a curse.
Alienor walks to the edge of the lily pad and takes a tentative step on my wings. They dip an inch under her weight, making her splay out her hands for balance.
“That’s it,” I say, my pulse quickening. “One more step. I can take your weight.”
Alienor moves forward with a little giggle and hurries to grab my hand.
“Good girl.” I wrap my fingers around hers. “I’ve got you.”
She stands with both feet straddling my head, and I have to stifle a groan. The view from below is incredible. As Alienor bends her knees forward to straddle my face, I raise my head from the water for the first kiss of that sweet cunt.
My tongue slides the entire length of her slit, taking in our mingled flavors. She cries out and wiggles her hips as though the sensations are too intense.
“Stay still,” I growl. “You will take what you’re given.”
Alienor settles with her nub in my mouth, and her ass resting beneath my chin. My tongue rubs gentle circles over that tight little bud until her thigh muscles relax into the rhythm.
I reach around, slide a finger into her tight heat, and rumble with satisfaction to find her loose and slippery and wet. Her muscles tighten around the digit as I pump it in and out.
“Could you take two fingers?” I ask around my mouthful.
“I-I don’t know,” she replies through panting breaths.
“Let’s try.”
I pull out the first finger and replace it with two.
Alienor lets out a keening sound that makes my blood sizzle. Her muscles squeeze tight enough to grind my bones.
“Fuck,” I growl over her wet folds. “You’re doing so well.”
She makes a whispery sound that’s half moan and half chuckle. “Do you think I could take your cock?”
“Not until you’ve taken four fingers.” I lash my tongue from side to side and groan as she flutters around my digits.
At this rate, those muscles of hers will crush my shaft.
I slide my free hand up the smooth skin of her calf, up her thigh, and over her hip. Alienor moans and stretches, her arms pointing to the sky.
“Every inch of you is exquisite.” I slide my hand over her ribcage and cup her firm breasts.
She pants, her hips bucking. As I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her muscles entrapping my digits loosen. One day, those breasts will swell with milk for my young.
“Good girl.”
I cannot believe I used to mistake this beauty for my wife. Now that my mind is clear, I realize that Alienor fits the glamor my wife wanted me to see. But this time, the vision of loveliness riding my face is real.
Alienor leans back, her breathy moans drifting over my cock like caresses.