Then he did it again.
Just as slowly, just as deeply, pressing his mouth against her lower lips so his tongue could dip deep inside her.
She moaned.
It was incredible, sweet torture.
One long lick, another, and then he licked her like a lollipop, in long smooth strokes with that flick at her clit, savoring each. Heat and tension built inside her, pooled, gathered deep in her belly with each long swipe of his tongue. It felt as if she lost her mind to the pleasure he gave her. His tongue fluttered against her pussy lips and she quivered. When it slid up inside her again, flicked in her depths, she trembled. He licked and sucked at her clit, her pussy, between each long stroke. All thought evaporated. She was helpless in his hands, melting as his agile tongue tormented her.
“Ash, please,” she pleaded.
“We have time,” Ash said slowly, thoughtfully. “We’ll have to stay hidden. For some little time.”
With each of the last three words, he slid his tongue up her slit slowly.
She moaned on a desperate sigh, arching. He let his tongue dance over the swollen, throbbing peak between her thighs as she writhed, trapped in his hands.
“Oh, dear God,” she breathed.
Deliberately, Ash expanded his wings above them, the red and gold shifting with the colors of the leaves and lowered his mouth to her pussy once again to savor her deeply, to draw out her creamy juices, sucking lightly now and then at her clit.
Helpless, she trembled in his hands.
Slowly, carefully, he slid a finger inside her, stroked ever so lightly.
With delight, Ash felt her muscles jump and twitch to every light touch of his tongue, each infinitesimal stroke of his finger inside her.
She wailed softly.
Her body tightened, grew as taut as a bow until she quivered, lost in the sensation of his mouth on her tender nub, before he withdrew his finger and buried his tongue deep inside her channel.
Ash held her, suckled at her, his tongue driving up inside her in place of his finger to draw out her sweet cream even as her essence poured into him.
Like a gathering storm, pleasure pooled in Miri’s belly. Every muscle of her body locked. Her hips strained against the restriction of his hands. A wild cry spiraled in her throat and then it suddenly released. She came violently.
Turning her head, Miri buried her face in the blanket as she cried out her pleasure.
Ash struck, burying his fangs in her exposed throat. In delight, he savored her sweetness as she quivered in his hands. He drew on her essence, feasted on her as her ecstasy coursed through him with each mouthful, each shiver and jolt of her body in his hands.
As her body trembled in the aftermath, Ash stretched out alongside her, brushing his lips across one furled nipple while he stroked her other breast and his tail brushed over her thigh. He watched her intently as his tail slid over her mound, slipped between her nether lips. He spread them with his fingers so it could flutter over the exposed entrance to her core.
Miri moaned as another rush of pleasure set her empty pussy to aching, as slowly, deliberately, his tail pushed up inside her, thrusting in and out of her as it went, going deeper with each stroke.
“Oh, God, Ash,” she whispered.
Pressing a kiss to her soft cheek he said, “I love to hear you call my name when you come.”
Sliding his fingers up a little, he exposed her clit as within her his tail sought her g-spot.
Miri felt cool air on her exposed flesh and then warmth burst through her belly. Her body tightened of its own volition as pleasure swelled within her once more.
“Ash,” she moaned, as his index and ring fingers spread to draw back the hood of her clit, his middle finger stroking that sensitive bud ever so lightly.
“I want to watch you come,” he said, brushing his mouth over hers. “Come again for me, Miri.”
At his words heat poured through her, it felt as if her body turned molten.
With his tail sliding across her g-spot, his fingers toying with her clit, Ash lowered his mouth to her nipple. Slowly, his gaze locked on hers, he drew that tender tip into his mouth, brushed his tongue over the sensitive hardness.
Conscious of his eyes on her, watching her as she slowly came apart, Miri was lost in a sensual haze. Every muscle was rigid, locked. Her back bowed to offer Ash more, to offer him everything as pleasure poured through her in delicious waves from the teasing finger that caressed her clit to the tail that stroked inside her. His warm mouth suckled at her breast in steady pulls. Each sent a swelling rush of pleasure through her.
She quivered as every muscle grew tense, taut again. Her breath sobbed in her throat.
Miri had never experienced pleasure so intense, so overwhelming as this. All thought was gone as Ash sent ecstasy racing through her in wave after building wave. Her body trembled and twitched in response to his every touch.
Ash watched in wonder as she surrendered herself to his touch.
He drove her up, steadily, relentlessly, watched as her legs opened for him, as she arched to press her breast against his mouth in entreaty.
“I love to watch this,” he said, softly, against the fullness of her. “I love to watch your pleasure take you.”
Drawing her hardened nipple once more into his mouth, he suckled hard on it. She cried out as her essence poured into him. Once more he feasted on her, drank her glory in, stretched it out as she quivered and trembled helplessly.
Watching, Ash knew she didn’t know she murmured his name as color washed beneath her gold-flecked skin. Her lips parted and her eyelids fluttered as he suckled at her, scraped his teeth over that sensitive nub to make her cry out as he drank in her essence. Watching her, feeling her pussy flood, clench around his tail, was making his cock hard. He pressed it against her smooth firm thigh, but it wanted Miri and he needed it inside her. She was so close to coming again.
He was a new level of hard. His throbbing shaft ached, strained to be inside his mate, to feel her tight hot wetness wrap around him like a glove, to be sheathed in her as her pussy muscles stroked him.
“I have you, Miri,” he said. “I’m here.”
Utterly limp, Miri opened her eyes with an effort, her breath shuddering in her chest as she looked up into Ash’s brilliant eyes, the red sparks swirling within them as he raised himself over her. The broad head of his cock breached her, stretched her as he drove deep inside her in one powerful stroke. Miri watched as every muscle in his body went rigid, the ones in his arms and broad chest flexing as he drove his cock deep inside her.
His brilliant eyes locked on hers. Flecks of fire danced in them, swirled with greater and greater speed and intensity as he thrust harder and deeper, until she nearly wept with the sweetness of it as that long thick shaft filled her, stretched her so completely. She moaned, her body arched, she writhed in pleasure, but her eyes never left his. Not until he was buried deep within her.
His cock brushed the top of her channel and then, with her gaze still locked on his, Miri shifted her hips beneath his deliberately to take him deeper still.
Miri said softly, on a groan as he drew back and then filled her again, “Will you come for me, Ash?”
The question, the need in it, nearly made Ash lose control, he was that hard.
With an effort, he reined himself in.
For a moment he held there, his eyes locked on hers, his throbbing member buried deep inside her, savoring the pleasure of her channel so tight, so hot around his shaft. His cock was sheathed deeply in her tightness, her pussy muscles clenched as her hips pumped impatiently, working him deliciously.
Pleasure surged through him.
It was incredible. She was so very tight around him, her slick internal muscles gloved him, stroked him.
Ash groaned, his cock swollen and so hard inside her.
He thrust as Miri matched him, her pussy clenching around him as her hips bucked. It was wonderful. Her brilliant green eyes went dark. He pounded into her and she braced herself to take each thrust he hammered into her.
Lost in those eyes, Ash erupted. Pleasure exploded through him. Those glorious green eyes widened to feel his hot cum jet inside her.
She smiled radiantly as she arched beneath him to take everything he gave her.
His mouth came to hers as she angled hers to his and fused there even as his pleasure coursed into her.
Ash tightened his arms around her, drew her close as his wings folded around them.
It was beautiful country, heavily wooded with both pine and deciduous trees rather than the coniferous trees that so dominated the south. The upper part of the steep hills was ablaze with bright autumn leaves, while in the valleys only some of the trees were touched with gold, most were still thickly, lushly green. Tucked away in those deep valleys – hollows to educated folk, hollers to those who lived in them – were creek-side gardens, small businesses and fields of horses, cattle, goats and sheep. Houses ranged from weathered shacks to near mansions, sometimes with less than a mile between them.
They had kept to heavily wooded back roads like these since the truck stop, making it harder for even a helicopter to spot them. If there were other searchers, although there must have been, they didn’t see them among the myriad of narrow byways.
Sunlight beamed down on them warmly as Ash swept the motorcycle through the deep turns of the back roads. It was almost like flying. Miri’s body swayed automatically to the motion of the motorcycle and the shift of Ash’s weight.
There was a peace to this place, a sense of the road less traveled.
Miri smiled. It was just so pretty.
She could also feel Ash’s body relax mile by mile. The tension in his arms and shoulders, his long back, diminished the longer they were certain they weren’t followed.
They turned onto a long dirt road that was like a dozen other long dirt roads they’d passed. Dust billowed behind them until Ash slowed to ride the grassy verge.
Miri looked up and her breath caught in wonder.
Ash glanced back over his shoulder at Miri to find that she was looking up at the sky. Raising his gaze carefully from the track, he looked up as well but he knew what it was she saw there…his brothers in flight, wheeling on the wind as they rode the high thermals.
Although they had and could fly on the other plane where they had lived for so long, it was different there. That place was stark, a barren and unforgiving land with little to recommend it beyond the shelter from persecution it afforded them. For all that time passed differently there, it had been a hot, dry, bitter place.
Not all his brothers had forsaken it but he had, for the green here, for the rich aroma of life, for the growing things. For the crisp scents of autumn, as now, or the fertile scent of spring and summer, the sharp coolness of winter. It was a return to a place long forbidden. Home.
Ash drove them deep into the hollow between the mountains, through the narrow pass that led into the green coolness of the valley that nestled there between the mountains and on into the shadowed interior, to the haven tucked away and hidden between the steep hills as the sun slowly set.
As he watched one of his brothers stooped into a steep dive to deliver a warning to those in the valley that he’d returned and not alone.
For all they’d been in this place a year or more and even now searched for another refuge to the west this place already felt like home. The land called to him in a way it didn’t call to the people of this time, who treated what they’d been given so poorly.