Sex- Claimed

Sex

Claimed

               When I came to I was completely naked and shivering. My teeth chattered and I wrapped my arms over my chest. I felt sensitized. My breasts were sore and I was wet, my desire flaming nearly out of control.

               I backed to a wall and pulled my knees up to my chest. I tried to remember why I was angry, why I was naked, why I wasn’t in my own home. But the only thing that ran through my mind was sating my desire. I pinched my nipple and moaned it felt so good.

               That got me thinking about touching myself where I wanted it the most and I skimmed my hand down my flat stomach, my fingers inching toward my wet core. When my fingers touched me I gasped. I was dripping. I spread my legs and slid my back a little down the wall. I closed my eyes and slid my index finger inside me. The heel of my hand pressed against me and I rocked on my finger. I moaned low in my throat as I fit another finger inside me. As I found my rhythm, my desire built inside me and I neared my climax. My toes curled and my eyes flashed open and I gripped my own fingers hard. My back arched and I cried out, lights exploding behind my eyes.

               I expected to be sated, but I only grew wetter and my desire kicked up a notch. I whimpered in my confusion and desperation.

               I heard a stifled groan from the corner of the room, deep in the shadows, and snatched my hand away and wrapped it around myself once more. “Who’s there?”

               He came forward, and I gasped. He was magnificent, easily the most attractive male I had ever seen. He was tall, about six feet. His eyes glowed in the dim light in the room, a light purple. He had wings that I thought would span the entire length of the room tucked behind his back. They were a color that reminded me of a pearl that my grandmother had when I was a little girl. He was muscular, his arms bulging out from beneath his shirt and his thigh muscles were incased in skin tight dark leather pants. His hands were in fists at his sides and his jaw was clenched. His steps as he came toward me were unsure, shaky even, and I felt an answering hesitation in myself. But when I looked down and saw he was fully erect and straining against his tight leathers, all of my doubts and thoughts flew out the window.

               I stood, uncaring of my nakedness, and walked over to him. He eyed me warily but he didn’t move away from me. I took it as an invitation and reached my hand out to his chest. He was ridged, his muscles tense to an almost painful degree and I looked up into his eyes.

               “My name is Io. What’s yours?” I smiled and he seemed even more uncomfortable but he still didn’t look away.

               “Azazel.” His voice sent shivered down my spine and my nipples tightened. His eyes dropped to them and he let out a stunned breath.

               I smiled wider and dared to shove my hands underneath his shirt, my claws ran over the ropes of muscle on his stomach and he shuddered.

               And then I got tired of waiting, my need unbearable, and reached up and tugged on the back of his neck with my hand, bringing his lips down to mine. A flash of guilt ran across his face and then his lips were on mine. He wrapped his hands around my body and I dug my claws into the muscles of his back, drawing them down to his hips. He moaned and his tongue shot into my mouth and twined with mine.

               His taste was delicious and I would not let his mouth go, even as he tried to push me away. I growled and tackled him, shoving his back against the wall and climbing up his body until my legs were wrapped around him and my hands were buried in his black hair. He seemed to give up then, and his shaking hands grabbed my ass and rocked my core against his shaft. I moaned and began to grind myself on him.

               “Io, I need you.” His voice rumbled, gone gravely, and I nodded against his lips. This was what I wanted. I needed him inside me more than I had ever needed anything else.

               He went to his knees with me still wrapped around him and I undid the tie to his leathers and shoved them down his legs. He put his forearms parallel down my back and gently laid me on the floor. He covered me and his mouth descended to my nipple. I rolled my hips and arched my back, feeling more like an animal in heat than I ever had before, but I was beyond caring.

               When his tongue swiped across my hard nipple I cried out, the pleasure shooting straight through my body, down to my aching center and I reached between us and grabbed his cock. When I wrapped my fingers around it he jerked and then positioned his hips so that the tip ran against my wetness. He shuddered over me and I arched my back and ran my nipples over his chest.

               “Az, please. Put it inside me.” I moaned and rolled my hips, trying to get it inside me.

               He kissed my other breast and then brought his lips back to mine. “Tell me you need it, Io. Beg me for it.” He rocked his hips, his cock shot harder against me as it teased.

               I grabbed either side of his head and kissed him hard, with all the desperation I felt and then put my lips to his ear as I drug my claws down his back again. “Please, put your hard cock inside me Azazel. I need it inside me.” I kissed down his neck and back up and he grabbed my hips and tilted them down. But he wouldn’t put it inside me, teasing me until I cried out. “Make me cum, please.”

               He smiled down at me and then eased the head inside me. I gasped and wiggled beneath him but his hand tightened on my hip, keeping me in place.

               “So tight.” He said and kissed me again as he shoved himself deeper inside me. I was so hot, so needing, that as soon as he seated himself to the hilt I came around him. My claws raked down his chest, drawing blood and I screamed as I rolled my hips on him. “Fuck Io, you’re gana finally make me cum, squeezing me like a fist.”

               Before my climax stopped he began to move inside me, sliding in and out so deliciously that I came again immediately.

               This time when I screamed I yelled his name and he thrummed my nipples with his rough hands.

               “Io!” He yelled my name in a defending roar and his body poured into mine. His muscles beneath my hands tensed and I could feel his ejaculation hit the top of me and I came again, milking every bit of it from him.

               He wasn’t finished though. When he stopped cumming he wrapped an arm around my waist, never pulling out of me, and flipped onto his back.

               I reached back and rested my hands on his thighs, the tips of my braids skimming his skin.

               His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me up and down on his length. I felt myself building and then a new feeling echoed from my back. My shoulder blades were on fire and I felt like something was trying to push out of my skin. I screamed as I came around him once again and he groaned as his cock began to pour his seed into me once again.

               My back went ramrod straight and I put my hands over my head, grabbing my elbows as I continued to ride him, my lust only building. He stayed hard inside me and his eyes were full of desire and need and then I screamed again. But this time it was from pain.

               My whole body went tense, as something shot out of my shoulder blades and expanded out to my sides.

               His eyes went wide and he stopped pumping into me, staring at the things protruding from my back.

               Tears tracked down my eyes and my head hung limp from my neck.

               He reached forward and somehow managed to make my body rest down on top of him. His fingers lightly trailed up and down my back and I started to shiver, the pain radiating to my own body.

               “W-what happened to me?” I asked him, because I couldn’t see anything behind me.

               He pulled my face up from his chest and held it between his palms. “You finally grew your Valkyrie wings, my love.”

               I stared down at him dumbly, tempting to not believe him, but as the pain receded and strength and light began to crawl through my body I knew it was true.

               I lay on top of him for a few minutes more and then sat up and looked down at him. The lust that had invaded every single facet of me was fading and as my mind cleared I realized where I was and who he was and what I had just done.

               I gasped and felt revulsion choke my throat.

               His eyes grew sad and he grabbed my hips and groaned as he pulled out of me. My core immediately wanted him back, but my mind rebelled.

               I scrambled back to a corner of the room and hissed at him. “What did you do to me?”

               He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He pulled his leather pants on and stared at me. “I had to know if you were mine before my brothers got to you. I took you from your home. I took you from Nox, the bastard. He must have ignited your Valkyrie instincts and they called to me like a beacon. I’ve never been pulled to a woman before. Even though I’ve met other Valkyries.”

               I shook my head and tears tracked down my face and anger built inside me. “Take me back to him.”

               His eyes lit up with anger and his lips pulled back from his teeth, “I’ll never let you go, Io. You are mine. Not his. He knew you weren’t his. He’s a bastard, and he almost took my woman.” He stalked toward me and I hissed at him, but he grabbed the back of my neck and shoved his lips against mine. I felt a slow burn in my chest and ignored the thought that struck me.

               This feels right.

               I shoved against his chest, but he wouldn’t let go of me.

               “Understand me, Io. I know for a fact that you are mine. You are my salvation. Mine. No others.”

               I rolled my eyes, “That’s almost exactly what Nox said to me.”

               He shook his head, “I’ll kill him for even touching you.”

               “And how could you possibly know that I’m yours?” I asked.

               “Because I have never, in my millennia, achieved ejaculation. I never could, until I had found you.”

               And I could still feel his seed inside me. It ran down the insides of my legs, a glaring reminder of what we had done.

               “And Io, you will grow to love me. You were meant to be awakened by me.”