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Under Pressure (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 390)
🕑 Added 2025-06-19 09:10:12 +0000 UTCMorgan knelt between Calcine's legs, thighs already aching from the angle and heart pounding so hard she thought it might crack her chest open. Her hands rested on Calcine's waistband, fingers twitching with nerves as her feathers brushed against the tight fabric, but she didn't pull down. It was going to need a mental run-up to do that.
Calcine sat patiently as she worked up the nerve, but Morgan could see the cracks forming in her restraint. The way her breath came a little shallower. The way her burning white eyes tracked every tiny motion of Morgan's body. Calcine was trying to be good, but Morgan could see the coiled tension just under her skin, feel the heat bleeding off her in steady waves. Like standing in front of an open furnace, and it wasn't making Morgan sweat any less.
"We can stop," Calcine offered, voice low and thick. "If it's too much."
Morgan let out a shaky laugh. "Thanks, let's just cuddle."
Calcine stiffened until Morgan looked up with a plastered-on wicked grin and added, "Cuddle this fat dick you've got stuffed in here."
Calcine gave Morgan a pointed look, then reached out with one strong hand and gave her waist a firm squeeze. The heat of her palm soaked through Morgan's feathers, making her shiver as the pressure sent a soft noise slipping from her throat.
"That was worse than one of Sparky's jokes," Calcine growled.
Morgan snorted. "You like Sparky's jokes."
"I like punishing her for them too. Do you want to be punished?"
Morgan met Calcine's eyes with that sharp little grin she put on to bluff. It always worked. "Bold talk," she said. "But I'm making the plans."
"Do they ever involve getting my pants off? It's tight in there."
Morgan looked at that hand around her wrist, big enough it could span her entire back with a stretch. She gripped and turned it so she could plant a kiss in the palm, then returned to her depantsing with renewed resolve.
The waistband was tight. Too tight. The pants fought for every inch like they were holding back a beast that didn't want to come out of its cage. Tough luck, Morgan was not going to be denied. The Murkrow sank black energy claws through the fabric, braced her foot against Calcine's ankle, and let it rip. The seams screamed and split apart down the sides, shredded by dark energy and sheer horny strength. The waistband couldn't hold all that back and snapped, and the fabric peeled back like wrapping paper, revealing hard lines of dark stone-flecked skin and-
Morgan stopped breathing.
Calcine's cock sprang out, thick and heavy, slapping up against the glowing heat of her belly with a thud that made the cushions tremble.
"Oh," Morgan said quietly. "Oh, that is a lot."
Calcine chuckled, "Yeah."
"That's not a dick," Morgan breathed, voice trembling. "That's a challenge."
"Pretty sure it's a dick, and you love a challenge," Calcine said, her voice dripping with amusement as she reached down to grasp the base of her cock. She lifted it, slow and deliberate, letting its full weight settle across her palm. It sagged heavily even in her oversized hand, thick and gleaming with heat, twitching slightly as if impatient. Even Calcine looked a little impressed like she'd just now registered the full scale of what she was packing. "Brandy's definitely not ready for this. Not yet." Morgan said as she slowly stroked along her shaft, just once, knuckles tight around the thick base. The motion made the whole length twitch hard, a thick bead welling up at the tip and sliding down in a slow, molten trail that left a glossy smear across her belly. "So," Calcine growled, "got a plan for this, or are you just admiring the view?"
Morgan kept admiring. She didn't have a plan. This was all raw, Dark-gifted instinct now. She reached out cautiously like the dick might jolt or lunge if startled and slid both hands around Calcine's cock. She could touch her fingertips; it was thick but not monstrous. Manageable. Maybe. Hopefully. A little monstrous.
Morgan leaned in, her breath catching as the heat rolled off Calcine's cock in thick waves. She extended her tongue and gave the tip a slow, lingering lick, never breaking eye contact. The taste was smoky and rich, with a heat that sank into her tongue and greased her throat. Her eyes dipped just long enough to catch the molten trail still smeared across Calcine's belly. With one smooth motion, she leaned in and licked upward, lapping it all up with her tongue and then following the lines of Calcine's abs. Her tongue mapped each heated ridge, savoring the contrasting textures of sweat-slick skin and taut muscle. Calcine's hand found the back of her head, lifting the rim of her witch's hat. Her fingers slipped beneath it, tangling gently into the roots of Morgan's hair. She didn't try to push the hat off, just let her hand settle there, firm and exploratory, like she was mapping something sacred with her fingertips. A rumbling moan escaped her lips, full of weight, and it made Calcine's body tremble beneath Morgan's tongue.
That reaction, that wonderful noise, gave Morgan some hope she might come out of this without completely giving in. She couldn't handle Calcine, not like this. But clearly Calcine couldn't handle herself either. A thrill ran up Morgan's spine. She'd solved a puzzle that had been nagging at her for a long time.
"I know why you didn't stay evolved." Morgan said, "Brandy would ruin you, wouldn't she?" Morgan smirked faintly and licked again, slower this time, broader. Calcine shuddered. A low, unguarded sound spilled from her lips.
"Not even Mercury can deal with her," Calcine rasped, her voice fraying. "I don't stand a chance. I'm not ready to let Brandy at this much of me." She forced herself to hold Morgan's gaze, an unspoken trust in her eyes, "But you are going to help train me up. So don't hold back."
Morgan's lips parted, startled by the certainty in Calcine's voice. That wasn't a plea. Not even a challenge. It was a command. Calcine really wanted this, and she had the authority of a trainer in her voice when she asked Morgan for it.
Morgan exhaled slowly and shakily, her brain bouncing around happily at finally having clear instructions. Fuck, it felt good to be able to just not think and tackle a puzzle put in front of her. "You asked for it."
Morgan leaned in and unleashed everything she had. Her tongue lapped and curled, dragging along Calcine's shaft with fierce purpose. The sight of it up this close made her chest flutter. The shaft loomed like a monolith of polished stone. It made Morgan feel dwarfed and daring all at once, like a pizza girl staring down a Legendary who had absolutely no intention of paying with money but was promising a sizable tip. Not that it was all about the size when the slab of a cock rested against her face. The weight of it was divine. Warm and unyielding, pressing into her skin with the kind of heft that demanded respect. It shifted slightly, and the drag of that pressure across her face made her breath catch, her jaw already tense with anticipation.
What would it even feel like to take it in fully? The stretch, the weight, the sheer presence of it inside her? It would be absolutely impossible to stay calm. Still, the idea was so good that Morgan wanted to be overwhelmed by it. The pressure of it against her tongue when she finally dragged herself up to the tip made her head swim. Her more rational brain was screaming this was too much to handle, but she refused to back down. A cock this good demanded reverence, and Morgan ached to give it, to lose herself in every breathless second of worship.
When she brought her mouth to the head, she could feel how much it resisted her, stretching her lips to their limit, pressing down her tongue with solid, pulsing heat. Her jaw strained, eyes already watering, and she'd barely managed to tackle the head. The sheer mass of it forced her to slow, to brace her shuddering body. She should slow down and be cautious, but Morgan ignored away the part of her that wanted to win. She wanted to struggle with this. Wanted to give Calcine her best, even if it broke her to do it.
Morgan parted her lips wide and leaned in slowly, feeling the thick head push into her mouth with unrelenting pressure. It filled her inch by inch, stretching her lips taut, pressing her tongue down on her flat until there was no room left in her mouth for anything but Calcine. The sheer size of this cock overwhelmed every sense, but that was precisely what Morgan craved. Every inch was a struggle, but Morgan pushed forward, determined to make Calcine feel everything she had to give. And Calcine did feel it. Her moans came out staggered gasps, the muscles in her thighs flexing so hard they trembled beneath Morgan's grip. Her hand gripped Morgan's hair tight as she tried to hold on, trying not to rock forward, to let Morgan keep her rhythm. A low, guttural moan tore free from her lips as Morgan worked down again, and Calcine's hips rocked up to meet her, the motion unintentional but powerful enough to lift Morgan off her knees. The sheer strength behind the movement was breathtaking; Calcine's body moved with such primal force that Morgan was benched as if she weighed nothing at all.
Calcine looked down at her, panting through clenched teeth. Her eyeliner had started to smear in streaks, her face flushed and shining.
"Morgan, fuck, just look at you," she said, her voice rough and thick with awe. "You're so beautiful."
Morgan knew she wasn't. A mouth this stretched around a cock had to look absolutely obscene. Still, she felt the love anyway as Calcine's hand curled tighter into Morgan's hair.
"Giving yourself to me, I feel that. I'm going to treat you right." Calcine's hand curled a little tighter in Morgan's hair. It stung, but the pain just sharpened Morgan's focus, made her all the more away of just how much dick she had pressing out her throat and how good it felt to be swallowing it. "You're determined, skilled. Relentless. You never give up, and I love you for that. I know you won't hold back, not even when I'm like this."
Morgan moaned as she rolled her hips instinctively against Calcine's thigh. A jolt of pleasure tore through her as the friction set her nerves alight. Her wings fluttered, hands gripping Calcine's waist for balance as her jaw ached from working Calcine's cock with steady, reverent effort. Every roll of it against her tongue made her head light, her body buzzing with strain and satisfaction. When she finally pulled back enough to speak, her voice was hoarse, lips slick with spit and trembling.
"You don't need to praise me."
Calcine's hand curled a little tighter in Morgan's hair as her dick swung against Morgan's chin. "You're not just breathtakingly gorgeous. You're determined. Skilled. Relentless."
Morgan rolled her eyes, but Calcine was having none of it, pulling her head so she had to focus on those burning white eyes. "You're working so hard, and you're giving me everything. So I'm going to give it all back. I'm going to ruin you just right."
She smiled as she stroked that intimidatingly huge cock over Morgan's lips. "Slow, deep, thorough. Until you can't stand up straight without thinking about me. That's a promise."
Morgan parted her lips, and she shoved herself forward with a muffled groan, stuffing her mouth full to silence the feelings bubbling too hot and bright in her chest. Praise like that was dangerous. It made her feel too much. So she drowned it in action.
She worked with a ferocity she didn't know she had in her, dragging her mouth down Calcine's cock with focused determination. Her throat opened wide, the angle just right, and every inch swallowed a victory she earned through effort and want. Calcine's composure began to slip, her breath hitching in sharp, desperate pants.
"Morgan," she groaned, voice cracking around the edges. Her massive hand trembled in Morgan's hair. "Fuck, if you keep going like that..."
Morgan didn't stop. She doubled down, swallowing around Calcine with wet, focused pulls, her cheeks flushed with strain and purpose. She knew exactly what she wanted, to drive Calcine wild, and she was going to get it. She kept the glide of her mouth steady and firm, every movement driven by the heat in her blood and the praise still echoing in her ears. Calcine's whole body jolted beneath her, the muscles in her thighs locking as her hips rocked involuntarily. Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts, each one sounding more desperate than the last. Her back arched, her abs tightening beneath Morgan's hands. Calcine's restraint was breaking, and Morgan could feel it with every tremble, every stifled moan, every time Calcine's hand fisted tighter in her hair like she was hanging on for dear life.
With a strangled gasp, Calcine came. Her entire body tensed, arching with force as a broken cry ripped from her throat. Her cock pulsed hard against Morgan's tongue, and Morgan stayed right there, locking herself down with both hands on Calcine's thighs. The taste hit her in a flood, smoky and rich, thick enough to cling to her tongue and coat her throat. It was dizzyingly hot, every pulse forcing her to swallow fast or choke on the burn. Morgan's eyes blurred with tears from how much her muscles ached, but she didn't back off. She welcomed the challenge, even as her whole body trembled with effort. Her throat worked in a steady rhythm, gulping down everything Calcine gave her, jaw burning with the stretch and strain of holding her in place. It was nearly too much; she almost drowned, but she didn't stop. She took it all, drop by drop until the last shudder left Calcine spent and sagging into the cushions, breathless and shaking.
When Calcine finally sagged back into the cushions, trembling, Morgan pulled back slowly, chin glossy and chest heaving. She looked up with a sly grin, breath still catching, and murmured, "You look spent."
Calcine let out a hoarse chuckle, her voice still rough with the aftershocks. "I feel like I came apart."
Morgan's smile widened, nervous but defiant. "Sounds delightful. I'd like to feel that too."
Calcine reached out and brushed her thumb over Morgan's cheek, still slick with her cum. "You want me to bend you over?"
Morgan nodded.
"Pound you until there's not a thought left in that pretty head of yours?"
Morgan nodded harder.
Calcine grinned, slow and wicked. She rose, looming above Morgan as the shadows of the room clung to her powerful Coalossal frame. Her hands slid to Morgan's hips and lifted her with ease, no resistance, no strain, just firm, certain strength. Morgan squeaked as she was turned and folded forward.
Her chest hit the cushions with a soft thump, face buried deep as Calcine's weight pressed in behind her. One massive hand braced the small of her back, pinning her in place, while the other slid down to cup her thighs.
This was happening. She was about to be taken apart, and every inch of her trembled in anticipation. Calcine was on a mission to satisfy that need. Morgan knew when Calcine set her mind to something, nothing could stop her.
Morgan was leaving this penthouse a boneless mess, and she'd never wanted anything more.
