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Starring Cindy and Lennox from Velvet Wings

“ W hat. The. Actual. Fuck?” Cindy’s eyes are wide, and her voice is loud as she stops dead in the doorway of the townhouse we share.

“Nothing.” I guiltily hide the jammed vacuum behind my back. We’ve only been living together in our little townhouse for a month. We haven’t even set a date for the wedding.

I don’t know if that’s relevant, but I’d just feel better if I waited until after I was her official husband to break the vacuum.

She rolls her eyes. “I can see it’s something!” Cindy puts down her bag.

“I’ll fix it. Even though I’m not your husband yet, I know that husbands... fix things,” I trail off lamely.

Cindy’s smile is crooked as she hurries to my side. “Sure they do. Now, what’s broken?”

“The vacuum. It turns on, but it won’t suck up anything.”

“The canister is full.” Cindy frowns and looks at the carpet. “Of feathers, I’m guessing? Baby, wait, why are your feathers falling out?” she gasps, eyes horror-stricken.

“My setae ,” I correct, even though I know they look and feel like feathers.

Cindy kneels and clutches a handful of soft black feathers. “Honey, are you going bald? Is it because you’re living indoors?” Her voice is a mournful squeak.

I love this woman. I bend down and scoop her up. Even though she proudly declares herself an overpacked hourglass, her thick, plentiful curves are light in my arms.

“No. Feel?”

Cindy nuzzles her face into my cheek and runs one hand over my shoulder.

“Oh. Ohhh, my gosh. You’re so silky! Like, brand-new-baby-kitten silky!” She buries her face in the crook of my neck and sighs.

This broken vacuum thing isn’t turning out as bad as I thought.

M y boyfriend feels amazing. If silk lingerie and a cashmere sweater mated—Lennox would still feel even softer and smoother. As I knead my hands all over his broad biceps, he purrs like an overgrown cat, and the sound waves rumble through my middle.

I just want to get naked and rub my body all over him.

As soon as I figure out why my sweetheart has black fluff all over the living room floor.

With an effort, I pull myself out of his embrace and put my hands firmly at my sides to stop from groping him. “Start with the feathers. Move to the vacuum.”

“Well, remember I lost a lot of ‘feathers’ at the end of May? Or was it June?”

I don’t, but I was starting a new job full-time, and Lennox was crazy busy because, as the gardener/landscaper at White Pines, he was in full wedding season swing. Still, I think I would have noticed if he suddenly covered the floor with black fluff.

“As much as this?” I demand.

“Nooo, but a lot. I shed my heavier, fluffier setae from the winter in preparation for summer.”

“Okay, but—”

“Well, this is a little different. This is a full molt. All my setae will be pushed out, and my winter ‘coat’ will come in. Don’t worry. I’ll be thick and fluffy again in no time.”

“Good.” I love him thick and fluffy.

“Was there a bad cold snap?” Lennox asks. “As a gardener, I can usually predict, but—”

“We had a sudden cold front move in earlier today.” It’s early October in the mountains, but Pine Ridge moves into sweater weather in September, like a cultural thing. I guess, if you’re a “monster,” Halloween and Spooky Season get raised to an art form.

“You were gone when I woke up, and I started feeling off right away.” He rubs his hand sheepishly over his broad chest. “I called Wes and Gloria and told them I had to stay home, and I spent a lot of the day sleeping.”

“A mini-hibernation?”

“Mmhm. Oh. Don’t go into the bedroom.”

“Why?”

The sheets are covered in fluff. I have to—”

I dash past Lennox, pushing my way up the stairs. I know what he has to do. He has to shake out the sheets, launder them, vacuum more... But I don’t want him to do any of that. I want to flop on the bed and roll around on them like an excitable puppy—or the sensory slut that I am.

God, if Lennox was in bed with me, letting me have every inch of his new, smooth, silky body while I was cushioned in a nest of his soft down...

“Is it gross to make love on your sheddings?” I ask, already stripping out of my black leggings and the new black tee with the Claire’s Cakes logo on it.

“What? No! I mean... Not to me , I used to line my nest with my... Oh. Um. Hi.”

“Good. Not to me, either.” I toss the last piece of clothing in the hamper and shake out my hair, loving the way Lennox’s mouth hangs open, even after months together.

I press my naked body to Lennox’s for a minute before I buzz over to the bathroom. “I’m taking the world’s quickest shower. Stay silky and think naughty thoughts.”

T hink naughty thoughts, she says. My Cindy. Naked in my nest.

It’s a cozy, naughty thought that takes away all the weird achey, tingly, prickly feelings I’ve had all day.

My seam aches as my hardness begins to uncurl and protrude, slick, thick, and gray, unspooling and looking to fill her.

Warm, wet Cindy, shivering in the October chill, in need of my wings and “fur” to warm her. Snuggled up to me. Pressed to me. Bodies becoming one.

In moments, I have the thick quilt of molted feathers made into a little dish for her to recline in.

“These are going to get stuck to you,” I call over my shoulder.

“They’ll brush off! And I’m drying off really good before I lie down!” she shouts back.

A little later, I hear the shower stop and the hairdryer blowing. I wince, the sound reminding me of the vacuum I damaged. “Cin, about the vacuum. How do you fix the canister?

My wife-to-be emerges, hair floating free, curves barely concealed by a straining pink towel. “It just occurred to me that you probably never used a vacuum before, huh?”

“When you live outside in the woods, you don’t really need one. And the little cottage that came with the gardener’s job—well, you’ve seen it. A broom was good enough.”

“Well, you’ve done great learning the stove, microwave, and the washer and dryer.” Cindy slowly drops her towel, inch by inch. “The hair dryer. The blender. We’ll work on things like vacuum cleaners and dishwashers later.”

“I can use them, just not fix them,” I murmur, arms wrapping around her.

“How about if you use me? Fix me?” Cindy purrs, rubbing against me, soft middle pointedly brushing my protruding cock before her hands wrap around it, tugging me with her to the bed as if it’s a leash.

Well, I’d follow her anywhere, so that tracks...

“I was sorry I had to get up so early. I tried to wake you, but you were knocked out.”

“Because I’m finally in a place I feel safe,” I say, scooping her up by those luscious cheeks that far overflow my palms. “This nest, this home, this town, with you...” I wrap my wings over her, and our mouths meet, my long tongue curling possessively around hers.

I purr and she sighs, her fingers gently finding my antennae and caressing them, sending shivers running through me. My cock pulses, eager to be safe at home like the rest of me.

S oft, fluffy down under me, a mattress made of a thousand fine, soft feathers, all brushing my skin.

As I lay there, bare and soaking for him, Lennox takes one of the longest discarded feathers that he’s shed and runs it up my inner thigh, then traces it over my outer labia.

I breathe out hard at the whispering tickle that turns to a desperate urge as he begins brushing it over my clit and daring to run it between my plump lips, the tip finding where I’m juiciest.

His hands join the action, rubbing up and down my legs, coming to tease my pussy.

His soft hands, coated in black setae, make it feel like he’s wearing the silkiest gloves in existence.

One finger, thick as a human’s cock, pushes inside of me, and I keen at once, full and unable to decide which sensation I like the best—the feel of his new, slick coat or the thrusts that build inside of me.

My shy mothman plays my body like an expert musician now. One finger dances and curls inside while his tongue unspools and flicks my clit one second, then my nipples the next. I reach for his cock, far too long to fit inside of me as it lies, tapered and ridged, with a thick hump near the base.

“I wanna watch,” I whisper in my most sultry voice. I cup handfuls of feathers and let them fall on my body like black snow.

“You naughty thing.”

“I’ll be the naughtiest thing you can imagine,” I tempt, pussy clenching on his finger. I’m always hoping that he’ll surprise me with an outrageous suggestion, but he rarely does. It doesn’t matter, because whatever I say, he gladly follows.

He purrs and sinks beside me, finger still inside. “I want to watch, too.”

“Mm!” I gladly obey, teasing my nipples with one of the longer inky feathers, cupping and squeezing my breasts. My show can’t compare to Lennox’s, who takes his long, talented tongue and lets it graze over the tapered tip of his cock.

I sit up, losing his finger but gaining a spot by his thigh. “Keep licking the tip for me, baby,” I whisper, moving my mouth along the side of his cock.

I drag my tongue up and down, a bolt of pure heat going to my clenching pussy muscles when our tongues meet on his crown. “So hot watching you suck your cock for me,” I praise.

“So hot watching you play with those big soft breasts and that tight little pussy,” he whispers back, tongue retracting.

I lean forward, breasts smoothing up the sleek fur on his legs until my tits nestle on either side of his cock. His tongue lashes across my nipples one second, then fences with mine the next. It’s a hot, primal mess of touching and sharing everything, and I want more.

Want him. Always want him.

S he always wants me, wants more of me. I cannot fathom it, even after months.

When she puts her mouth down to suck greedily on the swollen hump of my shaft where my beads of cum lie, I can’t wait any longer.

I push her to the side, fluff and feathers cascading off the bed in a “whoosh” and landing all over my wings and back as I shove my aching cock into her, curling it to fit, ramming my hump against the mouth of her sex.

Cindy screams in pleasure and arches her hips upward to grind her clit to my hump—the hump that rapidly disappears as she brings herself to a swift orgasm after our foreplay.

Her tight, wet muscles clasp and shiver, pulling me deeper towards her womb.

The slit at the tip of my cock looks for the soft nub of her cervix as I feel the round pearls filling my shaft.

As the hump deflates, my shaft hardens, filled with treasures for my mate, seeds for her garden.

Cindy’s legs curl around my thighs to keep me close as her hands dig into my back. Her wetness christens my freshly grown-in setae, marking me as hers.

“I will mark you as mine,” I growl, lost in sensations, lost in us.

“God, yes. Yes, I’m all yours. Always yours.”

Tension ebbs out of me as pleasure burns through.

My release is fast and hard, making us both cry out, making her bulge and squirm as I fill her and remain inside, giving the bubbles of cum no room to escape.

Eventually, her heat will melt them, and my essence will pour from her—a thick, opalescent tide.

“Love you,” I whisper.

“I love you, too.” Cindy writhes on me, and I know that she’ll come again soon. “Wait... Isn’t it Wednesday?”

“Yes.”

“Honey! We have book club and canasta!” she yelps, starting to move her hips more insistently, chasing a second peak.

“Oh! We do!”

“I was supposed to come home from work, grab a snack, and change.”

“I know... But... Maybe we should stay in tonight.” I grab her wrists and keep them pinned to her sides so I can thrust into her more determinedly, helping her find the friction she craves.

“Ooh.” Her eyes light up. “I want to, but I said I’d be—”

I rub my cheek across her breast as I bow my spine.

“But I’m not feeling well. And I need you to take care of me,” I point out with a smirk.

Her eyes light up. “Does treatment consist of massaging you all over?”

“While naked. Yes. Absolutely.”

Cindy snorts out a laugh. “This is all your fault. You and your feathers.”

“You love them.”

“I do.”

I roll over, letting Cindy sit on top. My tongue flicks down to snap against her clit. She shudders and leans back, letting her back sink against my legs as they bend up to support her.

She looks like a queen, sated, and I’m her throne. I’m her lover.

Maybe I’m even her king.

“Feathers...” She sighs, and I begin to claim her again.

“ I . Can’t. Move. But I’m starving. I can’t cook. Should we order takeout? I know we’re on a budget...”

“I took care of that, and it was very budget-friendly. I felt bad for messing up the house, so I made that spinach ricotta lasagna you like? The one with the chunky roasted vegetables?”

“My favorite! See, you are totally hot hubby material.” She beams up at me, and then frowns. “How did you do that without getting feathers in it?”

“I wore an apron and my big trenchcoat.”

She sits up suddenly.

“What?”

“You in a trenchcoat?” Cindy fans herself.

“I thought you couldn’t move.” I cross my arms and give her an accusing glare.

“If I wear nothing but that little black lacey number and you wear that trenchcoat and call me a dame... You won’t be able to move, either. But after dinner?”

I have to work to keep my cock and tongue in place. “Okay. After dinner.”