(Amaia)
(NSFW Content Ahead)
My dilated eyes find him as his hair invades , wriggling inside, blasting with pleasures.
The screams of euphoria and bliss sit on the tip of my tongue. My back arches, my ankles bend, and my heels dig into the soft mattress.
"You are a sight, more than I had imagined," his sultry voice slithers against my skin like a ghost.
He is above .
He is inside .
He is on my skin.
He is in my head.
He is in my chest.
He is in my very soul.
He is the only being my eyes see.
He is the very air I am breathing.
His essence has perated .
He is mine and I am his.
His hair rapidly slides in and out, making rapture with the intoxication that is Alnilam. My silken wetness takes and welcos them.
I gasp so loudly when they enter and expand themselves so every strand slowly rubs against my inner walls.
"Oooo! Ahhhhh!"
Alnilam shrouds completely with his body, pressing down, into the mattress.
"Amaia!" He calls with such delicacy that my body shudders like a wind chi during the storm.
My arms struggle against his binds while his hands co to arrest my face.
"I am going to make you mine, today and till the end. There will be no going back."
A tempest of black and violet rages in his eyes which makes faintly smile.
"I beca yours the very mont I saw you. I knew in my bones that you would be mine. Can’t wait to be all yours." My words make his lips slowly spread out into another evocative smile.
How I love this man.
His hair makes way for his hardened mber. Slowly they slide out. Alnilam’s hips buckle and he slips inside , stretching out.
The very mont he enters , his lips find mine, swallowing the building moans.
Our bodies connect, not only physically but emotionally. Even our magic collides.
A sensation I have never experienced before travels from where we are connected, to the rest of my body.
Our magic has intermingled, beco one. Bubbly and zinging sensations overflow with the blood in my veins.
Our hair rges, and the ends of each other co together. Every hair of his has fused with one of mine. I literally sense his magic flowing through my hair and tingling my scalp and hair follicles.
This is beyond magical, our bodies are rging on so other level, the one I don’t even understand.
My wings wriggle out, flapping with an elation of being bonded with our last mate. They wrap themselves around Alnilam’s back, feeling his shoulder blades in slow rhythmic movent. The ecstasy and energy dial down in them, making their movents dull.
Slowly they flap on his back, making wonder why their excitent has suddenly disappeared.
Were they already tired out?
Or is there sothing wrong?
My thoughts are disrupted when Alnilam begins to move, developing a rhythm with my body. Hard muscles slide against mine. The very hair on stands on end. The inside of my head swirls with a mist of pleasure-seeking.
Alnilam lets go of my mouth and observes with intoxicated eyes. His lips are like two red petals of a rose.
"You are my star and pure joy. I can’t get enough of you." He pumps hard, picking up the pace. His face hardens with concentration as my insides hold onto him tighter with every push.
With an open mouth, paralysed in a mixture of frenzy and euphoria I watch my mate rock my world. So many deep emotions flow between us, so lengthening, others flying and a few making both of us groan out.
This mating is different from others. I can sense changes in my body, not only in my wings which seem to be expanding. It transcends the physical needs, it’s emotional, it’s the binding of two souls, it’s the string of feelings being sewn into a fabric of our creation.
It’s so much more than sex.
"I wish to touch your face," I whimper and his hair instantly releases my wrists.
Lifting my hands, I grab Alnilam’s face.
A sensation is building up inside , charging the very air between us. Like an explosive ball of energy, which both of us are trying to control.
Alnilam senses it too. His eyes sparkle with an otherworldly energy. His skin charges up.
"Sothing is happening," he grunts, trying to contain whatever this is and I can only nod.
Maybe it’s just the orgasm about to hit us.
Alnilam’s body jerks and I feel his hardness rubbing inside . My grip on his face tightens, eyes locked.
"Co!" I heavily whisper and he obeys. His jaw is so tight, the skin stretched on his bones.
Our bodies rock in one final rhythm. My wings still hold onto his back, all soppy like huge wet tissues as we cum together.
He collapses over and my body goes lax. His hair crawls over my face and head, feeling and my hair.
I heavily breathe, trying to control all these overcharged emotions and sentints that have descended on with this mating.
"Did I tire you?" He asks in a whisper, kissing my neck.
"No, I loved it." Slowly, Alnilam lifts himself over my body and my wings finally release him.
Resting his elbow on the mattress he adjusts himself over his spread hand and watches with pure adoration.
"Is it possible for you to beco even more beautiful? Because I certainly think you did." He points towards my face. "Your eyes look brighter, ears even pointier."
I shake my head, thinking he is just joking. Although by now, I know Alnilam doesn’t joke.
My right wing flaps at him and his excited gaze drifts towards it. He watches them with a hint of awe and pride.
Reaching with his hand, he touches it and a silent hum of energy seems to pass between him and my wing.
"Wow, just look at their size. They have grown so much," he proudly says but then a crease descends on his brow.
"But why do I sense sadness from them?"
So he can sense it too. How is that even possible?
"I feel that too. I thought they would be happy to fully grow but I don’t know." Both of us observe them. A silver line, like an outline, appears around them, glowing. They are vibrant and yet I feel like they are holding back.
Then it clicks. Maybe I need to let the poisonous secret out. The toxicity of it is drowning . I have to tell soone, I won’t be able to do it alone and Alnilam is perfect for keeping secrets. He is also the most rational and outspoken, who always tries to do the right thing.
If I can trust soone blindly, it’s him. Alnilam is busy playing with my wing. I lift my hand and touch his handso face.
He senses the shift in my mood and his worried eyes instantly waver to . "What is it?"
I lower my gaze, unable to hold the intensity of his. But his fisted hand lands under my chin and tilts my face up so we can stare at each other.
"Amaia! Trust . Is there sothing bothering you?"
With a gulp, I silently nod.
"I am listening and if you want it to stay between us, it will." I appreciate his understanding. I knew he would stay true to his words.
"You need to promise to keep this between us and you need to trust . Because it’s the truth, no matter how ugly it is. Can you do that?"
Alnilam lowers his head and kisses both my eyes, one after the other.
"I promise and trust you completely. You are my mate, you will always tell the truth. You can’t lie to even if you try."
Taking in a deep breath, I begin. "I am sorry but I saw who Rigel’s torntor is. The person who killed your stepmother and kidnapped him...." I tell him everything I saw in Rigel’s room.
Alnilam’s whole body goes extrely stiff, the rage washes over him in waves and then he brokenly states.
"This can’t be."
I lower my gaze, unable to take the pain reflecting on his face washing down the bond.
"I am sorry, forgive for bringing you such horrible news." My arms cross around his back and I tightly embrace him.
Alnilam doesn’t protest. He is in shock and it will take him so ti to accept the truth. Even my wings wrap around him in assurance, offering him our love and affection.
I don’t know how long has passed before he finally speaks.
"I know there is an explanation for it. We don’t know it but I promise to help reveal the truth, the whole truth. And I promise, no one will know besides the two of us."
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