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Start as You Mean to Go On. (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 391)
🕑 Added 2025-06-21 12:42:58 +0000 UTCMorgan was a vision, bent over with her hips raised high, her stubby tail feathers twitching and puffed up with barely contained arousal. She looked like she was trying to offer herself up confidently, but her wings betrayed her. They fluttered and spread with every ragged breath, little shivers running down her spine as Calcine ran her hand along the curve of it. The Coalossal took a moment to admire that sight, her heart pounding in her chest as her Steam Engine growled, ready to be let loose.
She had one goal now: to take Morgan apart, lovingly but thoroughly, until there was nothing left in her head but Calcine's name and the feel of her cock still echoing deep inside her. Calcine didn't believe her dick was going to be so good it'd fix all of Morgan's anxiety forever, but she could offer her something almost as good. A night without thoughts, a heavy, exhausted sleep, and a warm body to cling to until morning.
The urge to take her was almost overwhelming. Every part of Calcine's body ached to thrust forward, but most of all, her cock pulsed, heavy and ready, the thick shaft resting hot against the curve of Morgan's ass. The contrast between them was staggering. Calcine's cock looked almost obscene, resting against Morgan's smaller frame, thick and flushed with heat, the shaft heavy enough to press a shallow dip into the small of Morgan's back. The head was already slick with Morgan's spit, twitching with need, broad and daunting against the dark fan of Morgan's feathers. The contrast was striking. Calcine's cock, gleaming and massive, looked utterly out of place pressed against Morgan's delicate curves. It dwarfed the soft down of her feathers and the trembling shape of her hips, a blunt reminder of the raw power Calcine had now as a massive Coalossal.
She felt powerful. Bold. Her cock looked made to ruin someone like Morgan. She could do it, wreck her utterly, fold her in half, leave her trembling and wordless for days, and part of her wanted to. That deep, possessive part of her roared with pride and heat. Oh, it wanted this so much.
It could only be stopped by an even deeper desire. Calcine didn't just want to ruin Morgan tonight; she wanted to do it right. She'd take Morgan to pieces, yes, but slowly. Gently. She'd earn every twitch and cry. Not because she wanted it but because Morgan deserved it.
The work had to begin right now, or the Fire would beat the Rock.
Calcine ran her hands down Morgan's sides, slow and reverent, her stone-warm palms brushing over the dips of her waist and the curve of her back. She traced the lines of her feathers with delicate care, following every shift and quake of Morgan's nervous body. When her hands cupped the soft swell of Morgan's ass, she squeezed gently, then ran her thumbs along the base of those twitching tail feathers.
Morgan let out a high-pitched whine, low and needy, muffled into the cushions.
"You're gorgeous like this," Calcine said, enjoying how Morgan rolled back her hips at the sound of her voice. "Wound tight and trying so hard to behave. You don't need to. You can be messy for me."
She leaned forward, pressing a kiss between Morgan's shoulder blades, then another lower, lips brushing softly down the line of her spine. Her hands kept stroking, firm and patient, soaking in every tremble, every soft noise that spilled out of her lover.
Morgan was ready. Eager. Her trembling thighs and twitching wings said as much. But Calcine could see the edge of nerves under that boldness. The way Morgan's fingers clenched the cushions. The way her tail feathers flicked restlessly, bracing for impact before it even came.
She was worried. About being shown to be weak. About being overwhelmed. About how absurdly large Calcine's cock felt against her and how there was no way she could take it without breaking.
Calcine's hand cupped Morgan's hip like a vice so she couldn't pull away and then pressed a kiss right on the stretch of skin between Morgan's wings, firm and slow, holding it there so she could speak right into Morgan's heart.
"You don't have to perform tonight," Calcine murmured against her back, her voice low and steady. "You're still the one in control, just like Brandy. I'm doing exactly what you want; you're putting me to work. It's just work I really want to do."
Morgan let out a shaky breath that turned into a high, breathless whimper as Calcine lined up behind her. The thick heat of her cock brushed against the tight ring of Morgan's ass, and Morgan's whole body jolted at the contact, thighs clamping tight as a helpless moan slipped out of her throat and into the cushions.
She didn't push forward just yet. Instead, she slid one hand down, letting her thumb glide over the tight ring of Morgan's ass, easing the tension there with gentle pressure. She licked along her palm and stroked her cock a few times to grease it up, then pressed two wet fingers to Morgan's entrance, working them in slowly, spreading her open with care. Morgan whimpered again, thighs tensing as she rocked into the pillows.
"Relax," Calcine whispered. "Let me in. I've got you."
She gave Morgan all the time she needed, massaging her open with firm, patient circles until the muscles softened under her hand. Only then did she line herself up again, the thick head of her cock settling into place with deliberate weight.
Calcine closed her eyes and drew in a long, grounding breath. The heat in her core screamed for her to move, to slam forward and bury herself to the hilt in one rough stroke, to turn this tight, perfect thing into a soaked, shivering mess. The temptation was sharp. Brutal. But she crushed it beneath her control.
She pressed her hips forward slowly, her cock twitching with anticipation as the head nudged against Morgan's opening. Calcine exhaled through her teeth and whispered a wordless sound against Morgan's shoulder. Morgan was so small beneath her, her breath ragged, her body tensed and fluttering beneath Calcine's grip.
She moved slowly. Deliberately. Letting the weight of her cock do the work as it pressed forward, easing past the ring of resistance with no small effort.
Morgan gasped, a sharp slight inhale that turned into a shaky moan. Her fingers clawed at the cushions, wings fluttering in short, rapid bursts.
"That's it," Calcine murmured, her voice a steady ember. "Let me in. Just feel."
It was not easy. The first inch felt impossible.
Calcine could feel every trembling resistance in Morgan's body, every flutter of panic and pressure tightening around her cock. The ring of muscle stretched achingly slow around her, stubborn and trembling, not wanting to yield, but it did because Morgan wanted it, and Calcine was patient but insistent.
She rocked her hips with minuscule movement, coaxing instead of claiming. She whispered against Morgan's back, stroked her flank in slow, steady passes, and kissed between her wings while the head of her cock gradually parted her. Every millimeter was a test of control for both of them.
Morgan panted through clenched teeth, gasping with every subtle push. Her whole body clenched and fluttered with effort, twitching in Calcine's arms like she didn't know whether to flinch or press back harder. Her fingers clawed into the cushions as the first inch finally sank home.
Calcine held her there, breath shaking, hands firm but gentle. Morgan pulsed around her, the tight grip of her body squeezing down with panicked precision, and it felt divine. The heat, the tension, the sheer impossible snugness of that first inch made Calcine's head spin. Her cock throbbed with pleasure as Morgan's body tried to both push her out and draw her deeper. That conflicting pressure, the trembling struggle around the thick crown of her cock, was exquisite. Every twitch of Morgan's body massaged the head in slow, clenching pulses that stole Calcine's breath. It was overwhelming. Breathtaking. Perfect.
Calcine gritted her teeth and exhaled, riding the wave of sensation without giving in to it. Letting herself break this easily would be a betrayal of everything she promised. Morgan had to come first, not just emotionally but physically as well. Calcine was here to satisfy, and no matter how good it felt, she wasn't going to let herself lose focus. Not until Morgan couldn't think straight.
Morgan whimpered beneath her, breath hitching in short, ragged pulls like she didn't know whether to cry or beg for more. Her body fought it, but it opened all the same, slowly giving way under Calcine's measured pressure.
"That's it," Calcine whispered, voice warm and steady. "You're doing fine. Just breathe. I've got you."
It took time. Calcine pushed forward in shallow, patient pulses, letting the heat and weight of her cock gradually ease Morgan open. The stretch was unrelenting, the pressure intense, and the moment the crown breached her, Morgan arched, a raw sound tearing from her throat. Her whole body convulsed, trembling violently as her fingers clawed at the cushions. It was clearly too much. Too wide. Too deep. Morgan's body shook with the strain, every breath ragged, but she didn't pull away. She pressed back. Welcomed it.
Calcine groaned, stunned by how tight Morgan was, even with just the first inch inside. The grip was unreal, a trembling ring of heat pulsing around her. She pressed her face to Morgan's back, breath catching.
"Did you just come?" she murmured, stunned at just how loud Morgan had been.
Morgan gave a shuddering, helpless whimper as she shook her head, her hat brim flapping in the air. "N-No, didn't... just... holy fuck," she slurred, the words dragging wetly from her mouth. "You're barely in... and I feel like I'm gonna break."
She twisted her head to look back at Calcine. Morgna's mouth was hung open, eyes wide and unfocused, and her hands scrabbled at the cushions, her hips twitching under the weight of that thick, unyielding pressure stretching her open that she was stirring to turn.
"Calcine," she gasped, voice cracking around the edges, "you're so ... fuck, you're so big ..."
"I know," Calcine murmured into her hair, steady as bedrock. "But you're taking me. You're doing so well."
Morgan flushed hot, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-you don't have to say stuff like that... I'm a mess."
But her body fluttered at the praise, clenching around Calcine like it wanted to prove her right. She whimpered again, soft and desperate. Praise like that made her ache all over.
Calcine began to move again, resuming the slow, reverent rhythm that sent shivers up Morgan's spine. Each stroke dragged her cock along twitching, oversensitive walls that clung to her with hungry desperation. Morgan gasped, still trembling from the stretch, every muscle in her body alive with sensation.
"You're taking it so well," Calcine whispered against her skin, voice thick with pride and heat. "Every squeeze, every little sound, you're perfect for me."
Morgan managed a breathless, broken laugh. "Stars, I must already be fucked halfway to stupid if I find that charming."
"Then I'm doing something right, and I'm just getting started."
Comments
Irish Not Sane
Absolutely loving the bonding and really can’t wait for what Morgan will be when this is done
