Good Bye, My Prince

A/N: Kay, ths sts story is mine, all mine, no body elses! So bugger off! But not before you read this and review it :D ...this is my first real attempt at writing sex, so let me know what you think, please! Enjoy!

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The darkened room seemed to fade away as she pushed him down on the black silk that covered the four poster bed. Moonlight seeped through the gauzy drapes, bathing their half naked bodies in an ethereal glow. She stood over him, her full curves hugged tightly by black leather that barely contained her bulging chest, so that each time she drew a breath, the material seemed to strain at the edges, begging to free her ample breasts. As she smiled wantonly at him her fangs peeked out white against her red lower lip. And from behind a pair of pepper gray feathery wings framed her pale form. She was a creature made to be gazed upon. She was made to be awed. She was made to be touched.

There was a look of predatory hunger in her black eyes as she licked her lips, taking in his naked upper body. She would enjoy this, no question. His eager eyes kept traveling over her exposed skin like a sing ing man before a feast, but there was still a bit of trepidation underneath the blatant lust when they fell on her wings.

“Why are you afraid of me?” she mock pouted as she crawled on all fours onto the foot of the bed. He couldn’t help but notice the incredible view of her cleavage this angle provided, and swallowed hard as his erection throbbed achingly agt tht the confinement of his pants. “Don’t be afraid of me,” she purred as she continued her trek up the bed until she was hovering over him, one clawed arm on each side of his head and her round hips resting between his thighs, “I don’t bite…hard…”

At this affirmation she lowered her head and ran her long pink tongue along his lips. It was too much. His hand snaked up to trap the back of her head as he lunged forward and captured her pouting lips in a bruising kiss. She responded instantly, opening her mouth against his. Their tongues battled heatedly for a moment as his other hand traveled up her bare side, one finger tracing the leather straps that restrained her cleavage. Shivers danced up her spine and a breathy sigh escaped her as she broke the kiss and looked down at him.

“Careful, precious,” she admonished, her voice laced with saccharine sweet venom, “I’m used to getting my way, and my way n con control.”

A little moan escaped him as she let her body press down against his, her hot mouth exploring his neck and shoulders until she worked her way up to his ear, nibbling mercilessly at his earlobe. All the while, her hands ran down over his body, tweaking hardening nipples and dragging her claws lightly over his newly sensitive flesh. Once or twice she deftly rolled her hips downward, grinding teasingly against his and eliciting small, strangled sounds from his throat.

His mind was fogged with the combination of techniques, so that after a few attempts, he was finding that removing the leather from her upper body was proving impossible. A grunt of frustration alerted her to his trouble and she grudgingly pushed herself back to kneel between his thighs. With a knowing smirk gracing her lips, she reached down to the pin, situated between heeasteasts that hooked into the leather and kept it in place.

“Is this what you were looking for?” she asked innocently, grinning as he gave her a little nod. Apparently all capability of speech had left him already. That was fine with her. Less talk more action. “Well then, here you go,” she offered as she pulled the pin out and held it out to him.

The innocent look she gave him was completely undermined as her breasts sprung free, bouncing a bit as the leather that had held them in place flew backwards, useless. She gave a little moan of delight, letting the strappy leather garment fall e, be, before leaning forward and grabbing him by both wrists, bringing his hands up to cup each warm mound. At her encouragement, he began to lightly knead at the soft twins of flesh, then more energetically as she let her head fall back with the pleasure of the sensation.

As his thumb grazed one of her erect nipples, she gave a little whimper and felt a jolt of electricity run the length of her bosettsettling between her legs along with a warm wetness. She sucked in a breath as he repeated the motion, one hand wandering down to where she could feel his hardness wanting to spring up. She was only too happy to oblige.

He was so lost in the feeling of her delicious tits in his palms that he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her unfastening his pants. His heart was pounding against his ribcage as she drew his member out of its confinement, making a sound between purring and moaning at the sight. One clawed finger ran lightly from head to hilt as she examined its length appreciatively, and he had to bite back a groan of ecstasy. He did groan when she wrapped her hand around it, jerking downward ever so slightly in a small, teasing motion, his mouth flying open at the sensation. She managed to grin at the way his face twisted in pleasure until his still kneading hands once more brushed her nipples, reminding her of the warmth between her legs.

Growling with pleasure, she released his erect manhood and pulled grudgingly away from his working hands, climbing off to one side of him. Without fanfare, she stripped the remainder of his clothes from his body, letting her eyes roam his naked form with new lust.

“Are you certain you can handle a demon woman?” she purred, her voice thick with hunger.

He looked up at her, taking in the full lips, long elegant neck, strong, graceful shoulders, ample breasts, long slender torso and flat abdomen, round hips and shapely legs, all framed by the massive, silky feathered wings. He reached up and stroked one of them, confirming that they were indeed as soft as they looked.

“I really don’t know,” he admitted huskily, “but I can’t wait to find out.”

She threw her head back and laughed at his brazenness before moving to stand next to the bed. He propped himself up on one elbow to get a better view. Two silver buckles held heack ack leather bikini in place, one at each point of her hip bone. With practiced swiftness, both came easily undone, and the tiny black garment was on the floor and forgotten. He took in the sight of her fully naked form before him and felt the breath leave his lungs right about the same time the throbbing of his erection became just about unbearable.

For her part, the sight of him stretched out there, his incredible, naked body cradled in black silk and bathed in moonlight and sweat, his face full of need for her and his huge erection calling on something primal within her made her body come alive with a fiery need. Her slick entrance throbbed with anticipation as she pounced on him, spreading her legs so that she straddled his lower hips, his cock pressed up against her lower abdomen. She ran a hand up and down it, the other one moving up and down his torso as he groped at her body, exploring every inch of her skin.

She rocked her hips forward a bit, letting her juices wet the soft skin of his tool. He gasped and moaned at the feeling of her wet slit sliding against him, his hands immediately traveling to her hips, intent on lifting her up and impaling her on it. She stilled his hands with her own, giving him a look of mock sternness.

“Ah ah ah, precious, my way.”

Gripping his arms, she pulled him up, then pushed him back so that he was propped up on a mound of silk clad pillows, at a perfect angle to watch her body as she moved. She drew up so that she was kneeling tall over him, his erection pointing like a divining rod straight to her source. Holding his eyes with her own, she lowered herself slowly, oh so slowly, guiding his member with her hand until the tip of him rested between her nether lips. She moaned, rubbing herself on his head as her wetness dripped down his length. His own chest was heaving as her ministrations sent waves of heat coursing through him. It was just too much.

With a speed she hadn’t expected he possessed, his hands shot forth and latched onto her hips once more and he wasted no time pulling her downwards onto him, pushing into her tight entrance and ramming himself as far into her as he could manage.

She gave a cry of surprise and thrill as she suddenly felt him fill her, her tight walls stretching to accommodate him. Looking down, she saw that his erection was now fully within her passage, no small feat, she knew, judging by his size. She could tell he agreed by the look of sheer bliss on his face.

“Why, you naughty boy,” she scolded as she drew back, only to slide back down, causing him to bite out a low moan and buck his hips upwards, even th the there was nowhere left to go. Shuddering in pleasure, she drew back once more, and this time, as she moved to slide back into place, he thrust up to meet her. They fell into a slow, steady rhythm, her pulling off of him before they slammed back against each other, both breathing heavily and allowing a little moan to escape now and then.

His hands reached around to cup the cheeks of her round ass as the pace began to increase, trying to draw her farther onto him, draterate to get deeper inside her. She moaned, grinding her hips against his, her ripe, round tits bouncing and jiggling with the force of each thrust. Leaning down, she pressed her them to his face. Obligingly, he took one in his mouth, sucking at the tender nipple and letting his tongue torture the tip. Crying out at the sensation, she increased the pace of her strokes as one of his hands came up to toy with the neglected breast, the other hand still pulling her down hard on his erection.

Their fucking had reached a feverish level, as each moaned and panted, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat that glinted to their movements in the moonlight. Just as she thought she wouldn’t be able to stand the building tension a moment longer, the ache between her legs reached its peak and screamed with her orgasm, claws forming pinpricks in the flesh of his shoulders.

For his part, he was so drown in the sensation of her soft, silky body slamming down onto his, her tit in his mouth and his hands digging into her warm flesh, that when he felt the muscles of her already tight sheath grip his erection as she climaxed, it sent him shooting over the edge as well. With one final thrust, he came inside her, shooting his seed deep within.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap, her body sprawled on top of his, and her wings wrapped protectively around them, just trying to catch their breaths. Her hands released their death grip on his shoulders she she dipped her head to run her tongue over the tiny wounds, lapping at the little jewels of blood that had begun to form there. He sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms around her middle and holding her close, letting his eyes slide closed. Wrapped in the warm gray cocoon of her wings, her body still joined with his, he drifted to sleep to the sensation of her soft pink tongue caressing his skin.

Once the pinprick claw marks had ceased to produce the coppery tasting red liquid, she looked up, not surprised to find him sleeping blissfully. She at hat hated for it to end the moment. Sighing resignedly, she gently disengaged his arms from around her waste, pulling herself off of his now-soft member and sitting back on her heals next to him. Feeling too lazy to dress her self, she gave a flick of her wrist and her clothing, such as it was, reformed itself on her body.

Reaching up, she pushed an errant strand of his hair out of his face before planting a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Don’t forget me, boy,” surmuurmured to his sleeping face as she drew a black silk sheet up to cover him from the night breeze that was billowing the sheer curtains around the window, little zephyrs ruffling her feathers and drying the sweat on her skin. She pressed a hand to her abdomen. She hoped he was the one. If his seed managed to impregnate her, a demon, a fallen angel, and she bore a human baby, she could finally die and return to heaven. “I’ll always remember you,” she affirmed, pressing her lips once more to his, then once to his forehead before herself up off the bed, gently so as not to wake him.

Stepping up onto the windowsill, she looked down the steep side of the tower wall, her eyes roaming the parapets and outer walls for any sign of the night guard. It wouldn’t do for anyone to find out that he had just sired a demon’s child. She couldn’t bear the thought of him being hanged for her indiscretion. Satisfied that no one would see her depart, she took one last look at the sleeping boy over her shoulder.

“Good bye, my prince,” she whispered, then dove from the window. Her wings extended, adjusting to the wind with practiced ease and stopping her descent. With a few powerful strokes she was soaring high into the starry sky, away from the stone keep of the castle and into the darkness of the night.

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