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“Oh, fuck I want to choke on that thing. Damn, Spencer, that’s not even remotely proportional to your body size. Please, fucking choke me, let me feel your pelvis smashing into my cheek bones.”

Her voice is desperate, and I fear that we are in fact starting an orgy of our own, but it’s impossible to stop. The very air feels as if it’s holding us hostage, soaking into my lungs and using my every breath to further its agenda, which seems to be fucking, in any form.

It’s impossible not to crawl over to her and drape myself across her body, so I don’t fight it. It’s like her voice is controlling my actions, wiping away all of the protests I’d possibly have to make about using her this way.

But I think she fucking needs it. I don’t know why I seem to have been blessed in such a way that I’m even here at all in this circumstance, but I can feel her hunger for me, and my desperation to get her wet, hot mouth wrapped around me while I slide into the silk of her throat and choke her is too overwhelming to fight against.

Not that she’d let me fight it anyway. Every time I protest even the smallest amount by halting my movement towards her or by opening my stupid fucking mouth to tell her I can take care of myself, I can’t seem to stop my actions.

So, I stop trying to.

When I pull my waistband down below my balls, I’m so close to her that my dick sort of spills out of my pants and smacks her in the face. But she loves it. She starts nuzzling me, driving me up a fucking wall, teasing us both until she can’t anymore.

The first time her perfect pink tongue leaves her mouth to lick me, I know I’m done for. I’ve never ever in my life be in a situation like this where I’m with a woman that’s so damn feral for me that it pulls us together exactly like fate forcing us together.

And maybe that’s what this is. Maybe it has nothing to do with an irritable unicorn goddess that wants to teach Delaney some sort of fucked up, unnecessary lesson by using the very clouds we must stand on to carry out her own plans, and everything to do with Delaney feeling how strong my urges are and making them her own.

I mean, it’s probably also the first but holy fuck she just swallowed me whole.

I’m blessed in the penis department thanks to my bodysmith heritage, and I know it’s scared off women in the past who previously swore they wanted to know what it was like to be with someone with such a cock, but Delaney is taking it as a personal challenge and damn if she isn’t setting a personal best.

Someone pulls my shirt over my head while I hang my head over her, my knees a little above her head as I slip down her throat upside down.

Her throat widens slightly to accommodate me, and those damn muscles she’s got hidden there make me the happiest hostage there ever was.

I didn’t think there was ever going to be a way for me to experience head this way, because it would take someone practically dislocating their jaw to do it. I guess I wrote off getting with a bodysmith. It’s not something that somebody like me ever thought would be a dream that could come true.

They’re rare and they’re so fucking sought after, and I have nothing to offer her; they’re usually so pampered and fawned over that only the wealthy typically seek them out. I’m just a broke college kid that wants to play football.

Yet here I am with my cock down her throat and a pounding in my chest telling me that this girl is a part of my future.

I know she just told me a little bit ago that she wasn’t ready, but I’m already mentally calculating what plans I had for after graduation and wondering how I can alter them to stay close to Delaney because I’m pretty sure this is going to become an addiction.

Even if she’s not ready for anything more than what we’re currently doing.

I make the mistake of looking up, catching Wil’s eye, who is looking at Delaney’s mouth working me in horrified fascination, so lost to his baser instincts trying to fight their way to the surface that he lets out a very goatly bleat.

Rush still has his face buried between her legs, but she’s squirming like she needs more. Her lust is choking me almost as hard as I’m choking her, and since she can hardly voice her needs right now, I guess I get to be her advocate. “She needs to be fucked; I can feel it.”

Rush looks up, panicked, then glances down at his very flaccid dick. “This place doesn’t like demons,” he whispers. “It’s too happy. It’s freaking me out and I can’t get it up. Even with this perfection in front of me, my body won’t work. I don’t think I can perform in this realm!”

Wil’s not going to take her for the first time under these circumstances, and when I try to meet Saladriel’s eye he pointedly looks away, even though I know his unicorn dick wants to rut into something.

She’s starting to hurt. This realm seems to be messing with her magic, too, because I can tell she’s already hungry again.

I force myself all the way inside her throat again, wrapping a hand around her throat where I see myself bulging from within, massaging it, and she doesn’t once protest. She locks onto me and squeezes, very nearly undoing me, but I have to be better than that for her.

I know she doesn’t think I can feed her, but with all the shady shit that Rush has told me about her over the years, I probably know her pretty damn well. I’m likely half in love with her already, even if I didn’t ever consider I was an option for her until very recently.

I’ve got to be better than nothing, right?

Before she starts struggling for air, I pull out and flip myself around, lodging Rush out of position.

I make sure she knows I’m going to kiss her long before I make a move to do so, because I need to know she wants it like I do, even a fraction.

Her eyes are watering, mascara a little smudged, and it’s so fucking hot that I groan and I shove my tongue in her mouth where my dick just was.

She’s greedy again, clawing at me as she wraps her legs around my hips.

“Wait, wait, sweetness. You need to know I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, okay?

I’m clean. I might be able to use my little bit of bodysmith genes to fuel you up better.

And I want you to know I’m not just doing this because you need it.

I’m here because I fucking want you. Have since I saw you in my stadium. ”

Delaney wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into her, and I can tell she’s emotionally overwhelmed from everything happening, holding onto a fragile amount of stability from having all her mates ripped away from her temporarily, terrified that she won’t be able to feed of off any of us, and just overall tired.

I’m surprised as hell when she whispers the magic words, confirming that I’m definitely meant for her, and the second that empty circle shows up on her arm for me, I push inside of her and claim the fuck out of her.

She bows her back and lets out a scream, her beautiful breasts begging me to play with them. They’re too big to fit in my hands, but I rub my thumbs over her nipples anyway as I hold them best I can, kissing her again so I can meet as many of her needs at once as possible.

“We’re going to get them back for you, Delaney, promise. Just let us take care of you.”

It doesn’t take long for her to show signs of an impending release since Rush warmed her up so well with his tongue, and there’s no way I’m holding out either after having her suck me down so damn well.

I need to be deeper, though. I want to shove myself so deep inside of her that I feel like I’m falling in.

I grab her ankles and cross them, propping them up on my shoulder as I lean over her and kiss her again, taking her mouth as I slam into her over and over again until she has no choice but to scream once more.

It’s fucking perfection hearing my name on her lips like that, fucking thrilling knowing that it’s me making these sounds come out of her, and it’s fucking perfection when she clamps down on me and pulls an entire year’s supply of cum from my balls, leaving me lightheaded and very husk-like when it’s over.