Cherry Crush (9 page)

“No,” she moaned, shifting her weight a little, rocking forward and backwards, tearing his soul to pieces as she moved, seemed to have found it delightful, and moved again. “No. This...is good. Chan, this is good!”

“Then fuck me!” he hissed, his hands wrapping around her waist, guiding her into the beginning movements of a really good rhythm. “Fuck me hard!

She danced on him.

Fire! Rivers of fire trailed over her body.

Her nipples ached; her clitoris burned as it rubbed against the soft curls of his pubic hair. Her whole pussy…it hungrily clasped at the hard cock filling her.

Chan was so hot, his body burning up, his hair a sexy, silken spread beneath them.

Suddenly, Laney found out that sex was more than just the physical act.

It was a wondrous combination of sight, and sound, and feel, and emotions. They all swamped her body, driving her onwards, making her grind down as hard as she could and slide upwards just as fast.

It made her lower her head and bite at Chan’s neck, to demand kisses, to lick the sweat from his chest and scream out the pleasure that filled her to overflowing.

She felt his hands traveling over her body, tugging at her nipples, fulfilling a deep-seated need while winding the cord of her desire tighter within her body.

Her knees grew weak, her mouth dry; her eyes watered, and she could not get him inside her fast enough or hard enough.

Chan was a supine sex god, delivering a benediction of lust and cock to his willing accolade.

Never in her life had she imagined the act would be like this, so all encompassing, so overwhelming.

Her breasts bobbed with her every movement. His hands now gripped her ass, and that made the wild feeling going through her pussy even more intense.

The sound of their wet flesh slamming together and their almost pained-sounding moans filled the bedroom.

It was too much.

She couldn’t continue this! It was too good!

“I-I can’t!” she wailed, her body seizing as something seemed to build up deep within her. “I can’t!”

“Laney?”

“Please!” Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt her arousal approach painful levels. “Please!”

A low trill rolling up from his throat, Chan suddenly reversed their positions, covering her with his body while keeping his hips pressed close and his cock buried deep within her.

“Whatever you want,” he rasped, pulling her legs over his shoulders, opening her for his total possession. “Whatever you need!”

This was it! His control crumbled, and his animal instincts took over.

Tossing his head back in a fall of long dark hair, an odd caw erupted from his throat, and then he was slamming his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he could get, growling as his balls slapped against her ass, while their combined fluids flowed freely from their place of joining.

His Laney was screaming!

“YES! YES! YES!”

Her cries filled his ears with the sweetest sounds that he had ever heard!

This was it! This was perfection! He could die!

His caws grew in number, his cock nearly strangled by her scalding hot inner walls.

The scent of her overpowering him, he moved hard, deeper, faster. The scent of them together was imprinted upon his brain.

He felt his soul burn, and a quivering took over his whole body.

“Laney!” he gasped, and suddenly his head realized what his heart had been telling him all along. “Love you!”

Then his body froze. Waves of screaming heat roared from his brain, down his body, lights blaring behind his closed eyes, and the moment of his climax was at hand.

Laney heard the words, felt herself enveloped, protected and safe as her body rioted in pleasure.

Chan was above her, his smell taking over her senses. His hair surrounded them, creating an isolated place where no troubles of the world could ever reach them. His dick was a towering pillar of light, filling her with sensations she never dreamed existed.

Her Chan was perfection. He was driving her insane. Her body was his toy, his instrument, and he was playing her like a pro.

That cord within her body wound tighter and tighter, arching her body, causing her to drag her nails down his back, making her wrap her legs around him tighter.

She was losing it! Her mind wandered off, separated from this mortal plane, floating in ecstasy when she heard the words that tore her orgasm from her body in scramming spasms.

“Chan!” she cried, tears running down her face as something in her mind clicked, and suddenly all this pleasure was all the more sweet.

Her clit itched and burned, her inner walls tightened beyond all her control, her stomach muscles bunched, and her body, a storm of sensations tore through her. The power of the pleasure running over her stole her breath, stole the light, stole the very essence of her being and reshaped it into something new, something untamed, something knowing and powerful.

Then it all exploded in a sea of sparkles, wrenching cries from her throat, her body arched and bucked beneath the solid heat of him.

And as the conflagration of flames eased, her whole being was lost, afloat in a mystic sea of soft, dark downy feathers.

Her body relaxed, sliding back onto the mussed sheets, her man above her, and a lethargy that she had never experienced, an unimagined lassitude, filling her.

She was no longer a virgin! The big V was well and truly smashed to bits!

She inhaled and grinned as something tickled her nose.

She opened her eyes, staring into the fathomless black eyes of her Chan relaxing, his damp, warm weight settled comfortably on top of her while a downy darkness floated all around them.

But…but…the feathers! They were real!

Laney blinked once and lifted her head, her brow wrinkled in confusion

It was snowing! It was snowing soft, spicy-scented black feathers.

She looked at Chan, who stared back at her sheepishly.

“Um, Laney?” he breathed, rolling to the side, not letting her out of his arms or his sight—but something of a serious mien had settled about him. “There is something that I have to tell you.

Chan roared his release, feeling everything in him turn inside out as his orgasm made his cock swell, then explode, beating her inner chambers with his blood-hot seed.

His ass flexed, and his muscles ached, and the final hold on his humanity broke.

Chan sensed his body, not shift, but revel in the finding of a mate!

His instincts were so strong, his inner self so ecstatic, that it had to show its joy in a burst of celebratory magic.

In that one instance, Chan knew he began to molt, felt his body cast off his old feathers, his old life, and begin anew as a truly whole and complete being.

In a flash, his skin parted, forcing the old feathers of his youth towards the outside, making way for the silky down of an adult Tengu.

Chan’s soul soured, realizing what had happened; his mind filled with emotions that he could not even lay a name to, and tears filled his eyes.

Complete! He was complete. His Laney-kitten had completed him!

Now…he had to… explain about the feathers.

He opened his eyes to see Laney staring intently into his, a lack of understanding clearly on her face.

He stuttered out the only thing that he could as he slid his weight off her, but refused to let his mate out of his embrace.

“Laney, there is something that I have to tell you.”

“Feathers?” Her voice had grown raspy from all the screaming, but at least the afterglow was apparently keeping her from panicking.

“Um, yes. There are feathers.”

She raised her hand and slowly plucked one feather out of his hair, staring at it before turning to face him again.