Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (76 page)

She
half-heartedly protested as he stood her on her feet and wrapped his strong
warm arms around her shoulders pulling her into his broad chest. The sheer
potency of him swamped her senses and had her tears pouring in rivulets. She
clung to him, feeling her body quicken again at the touch of his skin against
her body. Even clothed it was like currents of high voltage hummed right under
her skin. The impulse within overcame her anger and confusion and with a low
moan she was hungrily tasting of his mouth. Avidly their tongues mated and
danced, dipping deep then skimming shallowly.

It
brought her up onto her toes where she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling
him more firmly against her lush figure. His wings came around hers and
snuggled against her back between her own.

“Ahem.
Excuse me you two.” Thia’s voice broke through the steamy cloud of their
kissing. “As much as I might like the show, you are technically my brother and
you are my best friend. And we have to figure out how to get Alexandrovokia
here back to his plane and let us not forget we have to figure out how to get
rid of your wings Clari.”

“Alexandrov
– what? Can I just call him Alex for short?”

“You
can call him shithead for all I care. However, yes, we call him Alex when he is
being good. And if Mother hears of this, she might just clip your wings
permanently, oh brother mine.” Thia’s smile was wicked as she handed them both
cups of coffee then brought out a skillet full of scrambled eggs.

“Eat.
I have to go get some things from my place but I will be back before you two
can get in trouble again.” She handed them two forks and speedily made an exit.

Due
the strange turning of events, Clarissa was not in the mood to eat. Her entire
being thrummed from Alex’s kiss. God help her, but she wanted more. She also
knew that she had to at least eat a few bites and slurp the coffee down before
she did anything more than stare at him.

The
stare was mutual as they wolfed down the eggs, scarcely tasting them. They
washed them down with coffee and then as if of one mind stood and lunged for
one another. Feathers erupted into the air as their wings collided, their
mouths meeting in a furious dance of tongues. The sheet he had wrapped around
himself fell to the floor revealing his shaft in all its febrile beauty.

She
could not help but sink to her knees in front of him. His swollen glans stood
proudly out from his body every bit as big as she had thought it was in the
dream. He was a few lengths longer than her hand and bigger around than her
fingers could reach at the turgid base. Veins stood out under his hot skin.

Slowly
she raised a hand to trace the delicate texture of his foreskin, slipping it
down to reveal the fat engorged head. There she leaned in and tasted him hearing
him gasp above her head. Her wings fanning softly, she brought her lips to bear
and tasted the full head of him, a low moan rising in her throat. He tasted
sweet, not musky and salty, but sweet.

She
looked up at him as she leaned back. “Did you know you taste like cinnamon
sugar toast?”

“Oh,
umm…no I didn’t. But I know why I taste that way to you.” His smile was
annoyingly coy.

“Really?”
She licked him again. “Why?”

“I
taste like cinnamon sugar toast because that is what you wanted to taste. And
you, when I tasted you, tasted like honey wine. It proves we're mates to one
another. That our tastes and scents would be things we always wanted. And just
so you know, as your mood changes your taste changes along with it.” He smiled
deeply at her look of disbelief.

The
smile quickly changed to something else as she engulfed the head of him once
more. Her tongue danced over him, she smoothed her tongue over the tip of him,
probing the slit at the peak. He groaned softly as his fingers threaded into
her disheveled hair. Slowly she pushed him deeper into her hot moist mouth,
letting her teeth graze him gently as she explored him inch by savory, sweet
inch.

Carefully
she cupped his sac, lifting him into the palm of her hand. Softly kneading
those hard bits of flesh, she withdrew slightly then worked a little more of
his length into her mouth. Saliva helped his entrance into that wet cavern and
she relished how he felt sliding between her welcoming lips. Clarissa enjoyed
the feel of his hands in her hair subtly guiding her to arouse him.

She
brought her other hand up to grasp the base of his rigid shaft and pushed him
deeper. Gradually she worked him to the depths of her mouth where he was
bumping the back of her throat. There she paused, sucking him harder, tongue
swirling in eddies on the underside of his cock. His gasps and moans brought a
slow coil of aching hunger to her core.

Then
she began to move up and down.

She
slipped over him so that just her lips touched him, swallowed heavily, and then
on a deep inhale she slid him a fraction deeper. Again, she repeated the motion
until she had most of him gliding into her throat with ease.

His
sac began to tighten in her grasp and she worked to bring it back to looseness,
prolonging his enjoyment of her oral loving. She sucked him harder, sliding his
foreskin up and down as she went. Her body ached fiercely as she sucked and
swallowed, the small muscles of her tunnel clenching with every movement.

Her
wings had spread completely open, reaching from wall to wall where she knelt in
the entrance of her dining room. The wet sucking sounds of her mouth echoed
between their wings prodding her to increase the pace until she was bobbing him
rapidly in her mouth. Her lips began brushing the fine gold of his pubic hair.
She wanted him to come in her mouth now and redoubled the pressure.

Alex
was having none of that. As good as it felt, he wanted to be inside another
part of her. He pulled her mouth away from his shaft and lifted her to her
feet, again helping her with those gorgeous gold and blue wings as he guided
her to her dining table. There, he lifted her up, pushing dishes to the far end
of it, and pulled her pants off. Tossing them aside, he splayed her legs wide.

He
stepped between those ivory lengths and bent to taste of her honeyed cleft. She
could feel his breath against her heated skin and shivered in response. When
his tongue slipped into her folds, she nearly came up off the table.

“Christ!”
she muttered, squinting her eyes tight as he probed deeper.

Deftly
he tasted her wetness, slipping his tongue up and down savoring the sweet taste
of her excitement. When he brought his tongue to bear on her sensitive nub, her
soft cry of pleasure was music in his ears. He stroked it, circled it, and then
brought it between his teeth where he could flick it wildly with the rigid tip
of his tongue. He ate at her slit with a hunger that had him throbbing, his
thickness pulsing against his belly.

Her
hands sought out his head pulling his face hard against her mound as she came
so abruptly she screamed. Her hips bucked hard as her juices slicked his chin
and her thighs. The spasms of her orgasm flicked her wings open sending the
dishes flying.

The
sound startled them both into a momentary pause. He straightened and stepped
closer to her. She opened pleasure heavy eyes and stared at his hard pulsating
length.

“Umm—will
you fit?”

Alex
laughed gently and said, “Yes, beloved, I will fit.”

He
then proved it as he slid slowly, exquisitely unhurried, into her until he had
embedded himself fully within her throbbing sheath. She stared down at where
their bodies were joined, amazement on her face.

“So
it was real. Really real.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.

“Let
me show you how real.” With those words, he began to move.

In
small tight circles, he stroked the walls of her tight well, watching her face
change from one of astonishment to ecstasy. Despite her pleas for more he
continued, relentlessly circling his hips, his brand overwhelmingly working
within her. Only when her stimulation became urgent did he withdraw until just
the tip of his rigid shaft was between her pouty, slick lips. Only as her spine
arched over his arms did he drive himself home once more. Her cry of pleasure
egged him on and he did it again. Then he repeated the motion as her cries grew
nearly frantic.

“Put
your legs around my waist beloved.” It was a strained request.

Swiftly
she complied, as her wings cushioned her back. Alex’s wings draped over them
both and in the combined light of those feathery appendages, he rode her into
heaven.

The
feel of his fiery hot shaft hitting the bottom of her body had her mewling. No
one had ever filled her so exquisitely. His thick brand battered her womb and
she reveled in it. Every stroke coaxed fire in her blood and she thought that
she would burst into flames as he retreated and advanced relentlessly.

His
hot hands cupped her ass, helping her to meet his thrusts more fully. She
grasped his shoulders helplessly, her nails digging into his biceps leaving
half moons in his golden skin as he found the sweet spot just under her pubic
bone. She brought her knees up to his armpits and felt her orgasm hit her like
a freight train. It burst through her, incoherent cries tearing from her mouth.

He
crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing her screams of ecstasy into his lungs as
he followed her there. Her muscles clamped down on him, tried to expel him as
much as keep him. Still he drove into her, spearing her until his orgasm burned
like lava from his balls. Every muscle in his body went rigid, his wings
snapping opened and closed in a flurry of downy plumes that set the chandelier
swinging.

“Alex…Alex…”
She panted his name as she came again pulling him fully against her
sweat-soaked torso.

Her
nails left bloody scrapes down his arms as his cum filled her, spilling out of
her. When at last they could both breathe again, he cradled her against him as
he stood up with her in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist. The
sound of the chandelier’s pendants chiming filled the air.

* * *
*

Monday
Morning – 9:45 am

A
dull ringing filled her ears bringing her up out of a deep sleep. She dragged a
hand over her eyes, flipping the blanket back as she reached for the phone.

“Hello?”
her voice was ragged and hoarse.

“Clarissa,
its Veronica Beech. Are you all right? When you didn’t show up at the office
this morning, I thought maybe you were involved in that horrible accident on
270. You sound terrible, are you sick?” Her boss’s voice reached her ears but
she could barely understand her.

“Oh
god, Veronica, I’m sorry. I should have called. I guess I fell back to sleep
before I could. I have a high fever and my throat is killing me.” Desperately
she spoke, trying to hide her confusion. She did feel like she had the flu, but
for the life of her couldn’t remember feeling sick the previous night. “I’m
sorry I made you worry.”

“I
can tell you feel awful Clarissa. Call me this evening if you think you will be
able to come in tomorrow.”

“Okay
Veronica. And thanks for understanding. I’ll call tonight. Bye.”

Her
boss disconnected and replacing the phone in its charging stand Clarissa
flopped over onto her back and gasped in pain. It felt as if she was covered in
bruises from head to foot.

“What
the hell?” she breathed and struggled to sit up.

She
was naked under the covers and that brought her up short. She never slept
naked. Where was her nightgown? She scrabbled under her pillow and found it
pushed against the headboard. She pulled it on, her every movement like fire
under her skin. The fire between her legs unlike anything she had ever felt
before. She went to cup her mons- That’s when she saw it.

A
long gold edged feather. It was nearly as long as her leg and it was under her
covers.

Memory
came crashing back into her as she took in the toasted cinnamon sugar scent of
it.

Then
she laughed. Laughed until her sides hurt. Laughed until it turned into
weeping. Eventually her tears dried as she held the feather close and drifted
back to sleep.

* *
* *

“Clarissa…”

“Alex?”
she moaned in her sleep.

“I
don’t have time, but my darling beloved, I will return for you when the time is
right. Don’t forget me. I’ll be there soon!” Alex’s voice slid into her
sleeping mind.

She
snuggled deeper into her pillows, “Don’t be too long. I don’t like waiting.”

The
thick blue light hovered over her, a single tendril, skimmed her cheek. In its
wake, a sparkle of energy sank into her skin, with an answering glow rising to
meet it. In that, instant a sacred symbol for paired love glistened like a
tattoo in the early morning light. Clarissa smiled as exhausted but contented
sleep claimed her, and Alexandrovokia withdrew his essence.

“Never
fear that you are not loved, even if we are apart,” he murmured. “I will come
for you soon, my beloved.”

Then
he vanished. Clarissa’s hand laid in loose grasp of the feather he had gifted
her with, as her mind slipped into dreams once more. The nightmares were
finally gone.

About Christabel Rouseau

Christabel
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