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Something in him snapped. He dropped the lube on my stomach in his haste to get some on his cock.

“Sorry! Shit.” His hands shook so much that he couldn’t get it.

“Baby? Are you okay? We don’t have to if you—”

His gaze snapped up so abruptly that I flinched.

Holy shit.

Darkness swirled in his eyes, the shadows spilling over and curling around him like a cocoon. Through the hazy swirls, his face morphed into a terrifying bird-like beak and feathers sprouted all over his smooth skin.

“Fuck—I,” he groaned as if in pain.

“Max! It’s okay, don’t fight it.” I didn’t know what made me say it, but he stilled, head turned so his beady eye could see me. I satup, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek. His face twitched, making me freeze for a moment.

He won’t hurt me.

“Hey, Raven,” I whispered, letting my fingertips trail over the smooth feathers. “God, you’re stunning.”

He inhaled, the shadows intensifying and sneaking around my neck, my back, my limbs.

“That’s it, touch me. Do you still want to fuck me?”

A desperate whining growl sounded in his chest, his clawed hands flexing and unflexing.

“Because I still want you.”

His true form didn’t repulse me.

It’s him I want. However he may look.

Max shifted his knees wider. His hard, drooling cock left a trail of wetness on my thigh.

Damn, he was massive in this form, the bumps on his length popping.

I wanted him in me so badly—knew it would feel so fucking good to bounce on this ribbed length.

“Come on, Raven.” I took the bottle of lube, squeezed some out, and spread it over him. “Don’t make me wait.”

Taking a deep breath, he gripped me and impaled me on his cock.

I cursed when my ass slapped on his thighs, feeling every inch of him in my body. With one hand under my ass, he lifted me up and let me sink back down. The other hand gripped the longer strands of hair at the top of my head, dragging me back.

My survival instincts abandoned ship. I moaned with need when he exposed my neck to his sharp beak.

I have no iota of self preservation in my body.

Holding on for dear life, I let him use me as a cocksleeve.

Max didn’t speak. He snarled and grunted in that deep voice that got me so close to falling as he pounded into me, eventually pulling me to his chest by the hair.

He wants to kiss me.

I covered his beak in a thousand tiny pecks, suddenly overcome with emotions.

“Oh fuck!” Crying out, I dug my hands into his shoulders, taking fistfuls of his feathers as the barrier in my head fell, and I felt… everything. Myself, my body, but also his. Muscles screamed in pain and blinding pleasure carried me to heights unknown.

“Max, Yndling!” I cried out, the endearment coming out on a sob. “Do you feel it, too? What is that?”