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Arne

Going after Max wasn’t an option. We’d talked about it and decided we’d spend the night in our own homes. I hated it and texted him as soon as I got home.

Arne: Tell me, my sweet raven

Arne: Can you fly in your other form?

The three little dots indicating that he was typing appeared almost immediately.

Max: I can

Max: Want me to record myself?

Arne: don’t give me ideas, baby

Arne: I want to fall asleep with you…

Max typed for an age. Then only one brief message came through.

Max: Turn off the lights and leave the terrace door open.

I waited with bated breath, eventually walking around the room to get rid of my pent up energy.

A flapping sound behind me made me spin on the spot.

He was halfway through transforming into the terrifyingly beautiful shadowy creature but didn’t stop there. His swirling outline solidified as he strode across the room to where I stood, turning into the man I knew with each step.

The man with the equally terrifying face, way too perfect to be human, glossy curls, and feathers as dark as the night sky covering almost every inch from his neck down to his scaly feet.

All this registered with me in a fraction of a second, but time slowed down. I had no idea if it was his magic or my infatuation with him that made me watch him move in slow motion towards me. His eyes were alight with lust and his cock hard as nails.

Oh my God, he’s so hot.

Then he was before me, taking hold of my face and slamming his mouth onto mine.

Without letting go of my lips, he ripped my sweatpants and boxers off.

Within mere moments after he’d arrived, Max had me on the bed, desperate for his cock. I was still sore. I thought my ass would forever feel the imprint of him, but he always had me craving more.

“Raven, get the fucking lube now,” I groaned, tossing my head from left to right on the mattress.

“You want me in that sweet ass of yours again?” he asked me in a silky voice, enveloping my earlobe with his tongue. He knew it drove me wild when he sucked on it.

“Baby, yes! Don’t make me beg, please,” I whimpered, fully aware that I was, in fact, already begging for his cock.

“I won’t.”

His breath brushed against my wet skin, making me shudder under him. Max hummed, the sound travelling through my body and my mind. This man, he didn’t just turn me on physically, but good Lord, my brain wanted under his skin, inside his head.

He opened the drawer and fumbled with the lube bottle before he was back. Max squeezed the lube on his fingers, warming it up for me.

Within seconds, he had me whimpering under his touch. His fingers slicked my hole, teasing me open.

“You’re so fucking tight, Viking,” he growled into the side of my neck, as he started to fingerfuck me.

The lewd wet sounds did my head in.

“Oh my God, Max!” I groaned, not caring that I sounded like a whiny bitch. “I need you in me, please.”