Sometime after nightfall, Arran had hold of me and my leg was thrown back over his thigh as we lay on our sides. He was thrusting into me from behind, using his wings for extra power, but at that point, I was just barely clinging to the sheets, holding on for dear life. My lower abdomen was already sore, my inner walls were swollen and sensitive but also had a numb, overly-used feeling to them. My clit was over-stimulated, and each jolt had me right on the edge of release or torment, I could no longer tell. When I finally felt the pressure coiling inside me that signaled release, I felt like crying. But it came with an itch, way deep inside me. An itch that I suddenly, desperately needed to scratch, and I only knew one way to do that.
I shoved backwards into Arran and he grunted in surpri
