Page 66 of Palingenesis

His face is the shade of my tailfeathers in full form, red and shimmering in the faint candlelight of the room as I flick my tongue over his round tip. It flexes beneath the touch, begging for more, and I oblige by curving my tongue around him.

He pants heavily, his chest heaving, and his length pulses out another drop of his pleasure.

I take it willingly, lapping at it, pointing my tongue to dip it into the slit at his tip to collect it all.

His length merely produces more of it for me to take, the taste of human explosive in my mouth. Like salt and dew and musk. Yet somehow sweeter than the honey I consumed.

Like the cookie.

A mix of all the delicious things humans have created.

I must taste it all.

Encouraged by his sounds, I take the tip of him fully into my mouth and suck.

"Oh, fuckkkkkk," he moans, voice cracking and fingers flexing against the crown of my head.

He presses hard, the demand of me to accept more of his length into my mouth evident, but I resist obliging him.

I want this as it is.

His flavor coats my tongue and his hands plead for more of me.

It is enthralling to hold all the power, even from this angle. To know that retreating would disappoint him, and advancing would excite him. That no matter the direction I choose, I get to coat my mouth with his essence by sundown as my reward.

My barb throbs at the prospect, ready to engage in anything that I give it permission to pierce, and I find myself rutting against the soft bedding below me in search of relief. There is only enough friction to drive me mad as I lap at my human's length, my own weeping for attention.

Still, I suck on his tip, pointed tongue petting the sensitive underside of his length, and pulling the most deprived sounds from his filthy, human mouth.

"Gods, gods ..."

Humming against him in agreement, I take the chance to tap at his mind in the hopes that he would not notice my presence.

If only to see what he feels of me between his legs, his length in my mouth.

Does he wish to bury it in my throat?

My gut twists as the thought rings true, his buried desire a visual of himself rutting against my face, and I oblige by taking him into the back of my throat without warning.

"Fuck!"

His length throbs along my tongue, blunt head ramming into the back of my throat, and with a gulping gasp, my human finds his release.

Rough cries explode from his tongue and echo off the walls, his fists tight to my head.

All the while, I relish in the flavor of every drop he gives me.

It covers my mouth as I had anticipated, and I swallow the sticky slickness with greedy pulls.

I am almost... high off it as he finally stops spurting, his shaft softening between my lips.

"Okay, okay..." he whimpers, slurred, and cups my chin to release himself. His length flops lazily to the side, twitching under my stare.

Already, I feel the urge to take it. Him; mount his hole and claim him as mine. To mark him with the barb that rests below my own shaft and demands a taste of his soft, human flesh.

I must... I must.

His brows pinch as I rise, standing over him with every intention of finding my own release.