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“I shouldn’t have asked that,” I said. “Please come back.” Nothing moved or made a sound. I sighed and spun back around, intending to find my way back to my room, but foundmyself facing the inky cloud formation. I swallowed my gasp and squeezed the cloth in my hand.

“Can you take me to him?” I waited, holding my breath to see if the question was too much and the dark cloudiness disappeared again. “Please.”

Tendrils whipped around, sliding against my skin, and dragged me after it. “You’re very pushy.”

I settled into a quick pace, as it brought me through another hall and another hidden sliver, cutting the wall in half.

A bellow bounced off the wall. Deep, violent, and terrifying. I stumbled, dropping my towel as I tried to stop the shadows from dragging me toward the evil sound, but it wouldn’t halt. They stopped at a huge wooden door. I licked my lips nervously.

“Is he in there?” I whispered. A tendril thickened and expanded from the mass, then it bent in a nod. I breathed out slowly and cautiously entered.

A similar rug to the one in the throne room, and in similar shades, spread across almost the entirety of the room. There were wispy black shadows along the edge of the deep russet of the rug. In the middle of the room was a large circular bed on a thick wooden platform with wispy carvings keeping the mattress off the ground.Hewas making all those noises. I shuffled closer and saw the mattress wasn’t like anything I was used to; it was some sort of pad. A wrinkle formed at the base of his nose and between his closed eyes. He didn’t have eyebrows in the human sense, but the small feathering trailing up the sides of his chiseled face spread above his eyes. His feather-textured hair slid back, allowing me a clear view of his pointy ears, which also had tiny feathers along the surface. I reached for the earring lying against his cheek, the gold surface glinting under the firelight from the torches along the four corners of the room.

He bellowed again, his torso jerking up so sharply that it was obvious he was in pain. I yanked back from touching him andpressed my hand to my stomach. Watching any creature hurting was never a strong suit of mine.

“Hey,” I murmured. I tried to lean close to him but the base of the bed hovered around my torso.

His body stopped straining, but he panted. A small, agonized whimper left him. I couldn’t continue to watch this. I reached up to grip his arm and shook it.

“Wake up,” I shouted.

He hissed, still deep in the throes of the agony. I let his arm go and eyed the tall wooden frame. I bunched the pad he lay on and propped my foot on the edge of the base. Straining, I huffed and threw myself onto it, landing on my side. It was taller than necessary. I panted, climbing to my knees. I crawled forward until I was kneeling next to his hip.

His wings were outspread in both directions, twitching. I set my hand on his chest and shook again.

“Wake up!”

In a movement too quick for me to follow, he sprang up and pinned me on my back. I gasped.

His onyx eyes settled on me, and his shadows whipped around him, his large wings stretching out. A frightening creature of nightmares stared down at me. I screamed, and he hissed in my face. His eyes were wild and maddened. Shadows whipped around both of us in a flurry; they seemed a part of him, no longer the single entity that had led me here while he’d been unconscious.

He tossed me onto my stomach, gripping my legs with a harsh hold, my skirt bunching around my waist. With a sudden twist of his hips, he buried himself inside me. The sudden invasion ripped a scream from my throat. He pulled back, and I felt every inch of his shaft, the stretch pressing into my clit. My gasp turned into a moan. I arched my spine and shoved myself back to get more of his length. He slammed into me again andhis body curved over me, so the length of his torso pressed against my back. His claws dug into my skin, the slight pinch heightening the intensity.

My channel flexed around his cock, and I whimpered, needing more.

I rammed into her tight,hot channel.

I had fucked many Novian women, but none had caused this pulsating in my gut. A burn licked up my body, and I could not stop myself.

I hungered for her slick sex.

No female had taken me so sweetly. I withdrew my length and propped her waist higher to watch her pussy stretch around me.

I did not want this to end.

My third orgasmwracked my senses, and my arms gave out; they no longer had the strength to hold me up. One cheek squashed against the bed. I whimpered, my legs twitching so much it was embarrassing. He drew back and thrust inside again, hitting my cervix this time. Pleasure and pain mingled, the very sensation I was becoming addicted to.

He snarled and seated himself against me, grinding so I felt every inch of him. The base of his cock throbbed, and the sharp sting was gone in the blink of an eye, becoming a pleasure so intense I couldn’t breathe.

My body jerked of its own accord, and instead of overwhelming pain, it shot me into another level of orgasm. I screamed, twitching and writhing under him. He roared, and his wings moved so much the draft they kicked up wafted againstmy skin. I jerked on his cock, savoring his needy grinding against me.

I experimentally wiggled but couldn’t move an inch. He’d hooked inside me again.

His hand lifted from my left hip, and he grazed his claws against the swell of my ass.

“I have never thought of humans as beautiful.”

His deep voice reached inside me, and my channel squeezed him. He groaned, and his face nuzzled into my throat. Then his long tongue flicked out, dragging up the side of my neck. The rough sensation rippled pleasure through my senses. Feathers grazed the sides of my arms and shot tingles down my limbs.