He wanted to fuck her too. Poppy bit her lip and undid her pants. He wasn’t moving. Maybe he needed more convincing. It was like a game. She turned around and peeled the pants down her legs, bending sharply at the hips for him. Oakley took a deep inhale, but still didn’t move.
Poppy, now naked save for her panties, crawled on her bed looked intensely at Oakley. What was she doing? This wasn’t like her. Oakley was still across the room, his knuckles wrapped around the door were white.
“Come here,” she said. Her voice was low, raspy, almost unrecognizable.
Oakley abandoned the door. It looked like that was all the encouragement he needed. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and pooled his pants at his feet. He didn’t even get them all the way off. He fell to his knees and grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed. Poppy had just enough time to take a deep breath before he slid his fingers into her center.
His fingers curled and her toes did as well. He pulled her panties to the side so far that they stretched and snapped around her hips. Those were her favorite underwear, but she didn’t pay any attention to them because his tongue was on her clit and his fingers were bouncing against a spot deep inside of her. He lapped at her and her back arched off of the bed. The room was filled with the sounds of her gasps and the wet squelching of his fingers squeezing into her. He had only been at it for less than a minute, but she was already tightening around the digits pumping in and out of her.
Poppy made a high, thin sound and clutched at the sheets. Oakley latched onto her clit and sucked at her, once, twice, and the coil in her womb broke.
She cried out and her legs spasmed as she wiggled her hips and ground herself against his face, euphoria winding through her muscles. She started to climb down from her orgasm, but his fingers moved faster and he kept sucking at her, pushing her back up and forcing her oversensitive nerves to keep going.
Poppy caught her breath and wrenched her hips from his hands. Oakley grabbed the hem of her panties and ripped them off, then he grasped her hips in both hands and pulled her to the edge of the bed again. This time, he was standing up. Oakley grabbed her ankles and lifted them in the air. She got a glimpse of his cock, long and thick, but a glimpse was all she got.
Oakley pushed her legs down until she was folded under him, the fat tip of his cock kissing her swollen pussy. He leaned forward and pressed himself inside, splitting her slit open inch by inch until he was fully seated. Poppy held totally still and held a hand to her mouth as the muscles clenching around Oakley’s length adjusted to this new addition. He was so fucking big.
Oakley leaned down until his lips were inches from her own. He pressed his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue past her lips. A shot of pleasure raced through the tiny nerves of her breast when he started rolling her nipple between his fingers. Oakley didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t stop pinching and rolling at her peak, even when he drew his hips back and pushed himself back into her again.
Poppy mewled against his lips and struggled for a breath when he did it again, burying himself so deeply that it seemed he might never come back out. He angled his hips and started to fall into a rhythm, sliding against the spot that made her entire core spasm.
Her knees were pressed to the side of her face, her feet thrown over the griffin’s shoulders. She buried her hands in his hair and held on for dear life when he started drilling his cock into her. He kept kissing her, refusing to let her go, and he devoured every noise she made. He smiled against her mouth and she only had a second to wonder why before she felt his hand sneaking between them. His fingers circled and pinched at her clit, mirroring the fingers still flicking at her nipple.
His cock drove into her, deeper this time, and he started rocking into her, filling her up until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her pussy clenched him like a vice and she yelped against his lips as her entire body was once again flooded by ecstasy. She rode her climax out and just as she felt like she could breathe again, Oakley yanked himself out of her and held her knees to the bed.
Something creamy and warm shot onto her ass. It rolled down her skin in thick rivulets. Oakley collapsed to the side of her on the bed, his dick still in his hands and his eyes hungry. He was breathing hard, and so was she as they stared at each other.
Their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat and he stared at her. What had they just done? And why had it felt so natural and so right? As the pleasure started to fade and her reasoning returned, she blankly stared at him.
That was amazing.
What had come over her? It was like a spell, like something she’d had almost no control over, and based on the stunned expression on his face, he felt the same way. It felt as though an unspoken force had taken control of them, pumping them full of lust and desire, and now that it was finished, the force had retreated. And yet, against all odds, no matter how much her instincts told her to feel ashamed for having sex within an hour or two of meeting this guy, this old family friend, she couldn’t. A deep part of her, a part she couldn’t even identify, screamed with delight at having taken that step, at seeing him still straddling her.
She’d had sex with a griffin.
Holy fuck.
She pulled her arms towards her sides as they parted ways and he left her house, gave him an awkward goodbye as he left, and pushed the door shut silently. She leaned her head against the door, eyes wide. Her heart started pounding in her chest like a drum, gushing blood through her head as her body tingled with the memory of his touch. It felt as though ghostly fantasies of his fingers still traced across her skin, like she could still feel his breath against her neck even as she heard his car start in the driveway. The engine rumbled as he pulled away, growing quieter by the second until there was nothing left to distract her other than the raw emotions still clamoring inside her head.
Her fingers drew a trail from the middle of the door to the doorknob. Her hand wrapped around it, numbly almost, as though feeling it for the first time. She’d seen it a hundred times, a thousand times probably, but her body stayed numb, astonished. All that she could hear was her blood gushing through her head and the goosebumps crawling over her body.
Having strong emotion wasn’t new to her. She’d always been the hothead, and the jealous one, and the passionate one of her sisters. But this? This was something completely new, so different from anything she’d ever felt that it almost seemed like she was wearing someone else’s skin.
A faint glow shone from the doorknob. Her eyes narrowed, temporarily taking her away from her thoughts. She slipped her hand away. The light followed her hand, reflecting against the metal doorknob. She twisted her hand over to see her palm.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes shot open and the whole world fell away as she stared at the light in the center of her palm. She staggered backward, trying to remember how to breathe but only sucking in quick, harried breaths.
Suddenly, everything made a lot more sense.
4
Oakley loved the feeling of wind in his hair.
As a young griffin, he’d transform and soar through the skies without a care in the world. It didn’t matter if he was troubled, or upset, or whatever. The air soothed all. It was his closest companion and his dearest confidant. Up there, he could be real with his emotions. Up there, he didn’t have to pretend to be anything he wasn’t or stuff his heart down. Up there, he could be true to himself.