inside and outside of me.

“I’m not screaming your name,” I point out and then clench down as he hits an especially sweet spot.

“Yet,” he challenges, and then he really gets to work.

He closes his mouth around my nipple and immediately hits me with some vibrating tongue as he sucks hard. An orgasm unfurls slowly in my belly, but just when I think it’s going to take its time and crawl through me lazily until I’m squirming and even more needy, it shoots out through the rest of me and sparks a trembling cry from my lips.

Treno moves to my other breast and works in and out of me, unwaveringly relaxed, as he does everything that he can to draw out my pleasure. My orgasm starts to ebb, and I climb back down from floaty euphoria ready for more.

Treno slows his thrusts, his lips scaling my throat until they’re on mine again. I can taste his passion and reverence as though I’m some prize worthy of piety and vows of allegiance. But despite what my vagina is telling me right now, I don’t want to be worshipped, I just want to be respected. I want a partner, not a supplicant. I want what I myself am willing to give. Nothing more and nothing less.

I pour that into our kiss, my lips and tongue asking Treno to meet me nip for nip and stroke for stroke. I roll my hips underneath him, my body begging for him to let go and take us both to new heights. He savors my mouth for a second more and then gives me exactly what I need.

“Yes,” I moan against the shell of his ear when his seductive thrusts turn serious and he starts to fuck me hard and fast the way we both love.

I suck on his neck and then bite with just enough pressure to leave imprints of my teeth on his skin. Treno does the same thing against my shoulder, and it all feels so good that I’m quickly ascending into another orgasm.

“Treno, I need…” I declare through moans and whimpers, our skin slapping together as we crash against each other and then recede like ocean waves against the shore.

“What, flower? What can I give you?” he asks, already reading my body and cries and playing both like I’m something he’s mastered. Like he knows all the right strings to pluck and the sweetest rhythms to coax out of me.

“Fuck,” I groan, falling into pure bliss as his cock once again starts to make my pussy sing. “I need…” I start again, so close to falling off the edge and taking him with me.

“Anything,” he purrs against my mouth, pounding into me as I drink down his declaration.

“I need you,” I finally cry out, and then his name is a claim and brand and a proclamation pouring out of my lips as ecstasy detonates in my every cell.

I come so fucking hard I feel every rune on my body light up, and a pulse of purple magic rockets out of me. Treno groans my name and bites my shoulder hard, shoving into me as deeply as he can go. I scream out as my already intense orgasm restarts like he just hit rewind and then play again.

Treno and all that he is clicks through me, settling in my soul, like he’s as fundamental to my essence as Pigeon is. Ragged breaths clash against sweat speckled skin as we both pant and float in what just happened between us.

My mind is surprisingly calm, like not even it can question the perfectness of what we just experienced. It’s as though my worry and doubt knows there’s no tainting what I feel in every fiber of my being for Treno, and what I know he feels for me.

He pulls out of me and rolls to his back, both of us working to even out our breaths. I chuckle as a case of bliss giggles bubbles up in my chest.

“Fuck, that was good,” I declare, but I don’t hear what he says in return because suddenly Pigeon surges through me.

I automatically give in to the frantic need I feel slamming through her as we shift, and I try to take in what around us has her demanding possession of our body. Treno is on his feet in no time, his cock still glistening with my desire as he looks around in alarm.

Then he also explodes into his gryphon, and panic pumps steadily through me. “Pidge, what’s happening?” I demand as nothing immediately attacks us or shows itself.

Pigeon releases these weird chirps, and then the sound of a small motor starts up somewhere around us. I try to pinpoint where the sound is coming from, but when I land on Treno’s gryphon, confusion surges through me.

What the hell?

Pigeon moves toward him, half body checking, half rubbing up the white gryphon’s side.

“Pidge, what the hell is going on? Are we in danger?”

Out of nowhere, Pigeon snaps at Treno’s gryphon and growls at him. He snarls back and rears up.

“Hey, asshole!” I shout at him, not liking the tone or understanding what the fuck is happening.

The white gryphon’s claws come at us, but instead of drawing blood like I’m expecting, he grabs a hold of Pigeon and pulls her beneath him. She bellows a threat and snaps at him again, but despite the aggressive stance it seems like she’s taking, I realize that there’s a thrum of satisfaction humming through her and she’s not actually physically fighting Treno’s gryphon.

“What the…” My question dies in my mouth as Treno’s gryphon mounts Pigeon from behind, and I immediately know what’s happening as she arches her back with a growl.

“Pigeon, did you seriously just make me think we were being attacked when all that was really happening was you wanted to fuck Treno’s gryphon?”

Pigeon ignores me completely, focusing instead on her gryphon conquest as he pins her down and lines his hips up with hers.

I cover my eyes, like somehow that’s going to

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