Shayla remained plastered to my side for the short walk up to the third floor where her room was. The hand that had just been cupping the back of my arm shifted to wrap around my left biceps and drag it back into the softness of her bosom.

There was only a faint difference between her delicate skin and the material of her dress, both were nearly cloud-soft in texture, but the skin was infinitely warmer.

While we walked, I occasionally felt the gentle brush of one of Shayla’s wings against my back, or the tickle of her antennae stroking over my cheek lightly.

Yup, they really are just as expressive as Rieka’s ears, I thought after the third time those fluffy appendages bopped me on the cheek. For all Shayla’s shy silence, I could tell she was excited at spending time with me and the implications of what was to come. And I had more clues than just the hardness of her nipple digging into the back of my arm.

The moth woman only separated from me when we reached her room and she had to fumble out the large brass key needed to open the door. Her moves were stiff, anxious even, so I decided I needed to do something to ease her mood.

Once the lock was turned, I pushed the door open and held it for her.

“Miss Shayla,” I said in a respectful tone and bowed to her slightly, gesturing for her to precede me into her rooms.

“Silly,” Shayla said with a quiet giggle, her wing flaring out enough to bonk me lightly on the head as she went by. I followed after her, trying not to stare at the curve of her ass where it bounced under the mellow, orange dress that she had been wearing for today.

When I finally could tear my eyes away from Shayla’s butt—and let me tell you, it was a hard thing to do—I cast a quick look around her room.

While Kassandra and Rieka had gone for a more elegant appearance to their suites with lots of hardwood and silk, Shayla seemed to prefer more open space. Large windows sat along one wall and illuminated the entire room. They were large and long enough that I was pretty sure she got strong light basically all day, which I had a hunch was appealing to the moth woman and her artwork.

The open spaces of her rooms were not barren by any stretch of the imagination, with a double handful of easels sitting out. More than half of those easels held canvases with paintings on them already that were in various stages of completion, and two held sketches that looked vaguely familiar from our session earlier in the week. A few stools stood next to some of the paintings, while a table to one side of the door, sheltered from direct sunlight by a cabinet, held an array of paints in trays, racks, and jars. Stacks of charcoal sticks sat in other jars, while sheaves of paper sat upright in a rack at the back of the table, ready for use should Shayla need them.

Shayla’s bed lay tucked into one corner of the room, near the fire but out of the way enough that it had a sense of privacy to it. A tall armoire of dark wood stood beside the bed with one door hanging open, revealing a multitude of strapless dresses similar to the one that Shayla was wearing right now. On the other side of the bed was a small hearth that had a fire crackling away in it, while a large, claw-foot tub sat in front of the fireplace, steam rising gently from the contents.

“Oh!” Shayla paused partway across the room, staring at the tub. “I’d forgotten about that.”

“What? The bath?” I asked, coming to a stop just behind the tall moth woman, standing just beyond where I’d be crowding her wings, which were folded against her back at the moment.

The choice to not crowd her was fortunate, as her wings flared slightly at my words, clearly having startled her despite the fact she’d climbed the stairs here basically on my back.

“Yes. I only ask the servants to bring up hot water for me twice a week. It feels decadent even to do that,” Shayla said shyly, turning to look over her shoulder at me.

The late afternoon light made her pale skin glow brilliantly, sending dancing highlights through her chocolate colored hair to go along with the faint red and cream highlights from her markings. The fluffy ruff of downy white at her neck matched the fluff at her wrists, giving her the appearance of some ethereal goddess of the setting sun, a look that was accented by the warm orange of her dress clinging to her lush body.

“Liam?”

Shayla’s speaking my name broke me out of my distraction and I blinked in surprise.

“Yes, Shayla?” I asked, my voice going deeper than I’d expected. I coughed once to clear my throat while Shayla just giggled sweetly.

“You are surely tired from your fights, and sweaty too. Would you let me bathe you?” She asked, her voice remarkably firm for how pink her blush was coloring her cheeks.

The thought of this beautiful, elegant woman bathing me sent a thrill of desire through my body, and I felt myself harden in an instant.

When I’d first joined with Kassandra, and then later with Rieka, it had been a furious and passionate thing. Sure, we’d had our soft and delicate moments since then, but there was always that underlying promise of animalistic desire that fueled it all. A sensation that, at any moment, we might break into furious coupling without any warning.

Shayla was something entirely different from my other two lovers. She had always been far more proper than either of them—infinitely more reserved than my dearest snuggle-noodle—and despite the fact I could feel her desire rolling off her in waves; I didn’t find myself possessed with a need to claim her. Instead, my desire to protect and cherish was driven to even higher levels, and I just wanted to wrap her in cotton wool and give the woman in front of me everything she could ever want.

“If that’s what you want, Shayla,” I said a moment later, realizing I’d gotten lost in my thoughts again while staring at her.

“Okay, Liam. Why don’t you get comfortable in the tub while I get… ready,” Shayla said a moment later, her full lips rising into a gentle smile. Nodding to her in understanding, I turned to make sure the door was closed and locked before turning back to the room.

Shayla was already over by her armoire, her wings flapping gently while she hummed to herself. The moth woman’s bottom shook back and forth slowly as she swayed, clearly unaware of just how sexy she looked at the moment.

If this had been Kassandra or Rieka, I’d have raced across the room to rip her dress right off, knowing that my lover was specifically teasing me. But the sheer innocence of Shayla’s actions told me that she was unaware of the effect it was having on me. So rather than race across the room to ravage her, I did as she asked and headed over to the tub to strip off my boots and pants.

I’d only gotten one off by the time Shayla returned, a soft cloth in one hand and a cake of pink soap in the other.

“Here, let me get that,” Shayla said with a gentle smile, kneeling quickly and setting her cloth and soap aside to swiftly pick my laces apart to get the other boot off.

Clearly she wants to dote on me, I thought with a smile, leaning back onto the edge of the claw-foot brass tub and letting her work.

While Shayla worked by boot off, I watched the large moth woman, studying her to see if what I thought was in store for the evening was actually going to happen. The angle that she was at gave me a wondrous view down her cleavage, past the delicate ruff of fluff at her neck. The flutter of her gossamer wings at her back was a bit distracting, but was something I could put aside relatively easily with the acres of pale flesh that were on display just in front of me.

Just like with Rieka’s ears and tail, Kassandra’s scales, or even Cariad’s extra set of eyes, I thought while glancing back at those fluttering wings. They don’t bother me. In fact, they make her feel just a bit more special. Does that make me a deviant? Probably… I strangled the laugh that threatened at that thought.

A bump against the front of my pants brought my thoughts back to something besides boobs and soft skin, and I blinked when I realized that the sensation was Shayla’s antennae bopping the crotch of my pants lightly, the fluffy appendages stroking over the taut cloth slowly before Shayla glanced up at me shyly.

The embarrassed blush she’d been sporting was gone now, and replacing it was a dusky pink hue that instead conveyed a world of desire along with the sparkle floating in her midnight eyes. Her shyness was there too—in the hesitation as she gently set my boot aside and just looked up through her downy lashes at me—but there was no fear in the woman in front of me.

Shayla was the one to break the silence, speaking a moment later in a low tone.

“Go ahead and get in the tub, Liam. You should enjoy the water while it’s hot.”

“This is your bath though, are you sure?” I asked the big woman, reaching down to cup her cheek with one hand. The tips of my fingers tickled that soft ruff around her neck and Shayla let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into my hand.

“I am sure, Liam. I… like the idea of washing you. Of looking after you, just like you look after all of us. Plus, this will let me check you for any injuries you might be hiding. To ensure your body is fine…” Shayla’s blush darkened by a single shade at that statement, but I didn’t call her on it.

She’s so shy that it must be about all she can do to even be this forward, I thought, before rising slowly to my feet.

I moved carefully so as not to knock the woman over and sidled to the side enough that I could undo my belt and strip off the heavy material of my fire-hose pants. Shayla remained seated on her heels by the tub, her dress tucked in around her legs and watching me shyly through her lashes while I stripped down.

I might have imagined it, but I thought I heard a sudden, indrawn breath from the kneeling moth woman when my pants and underwear finally hit the floor and left me bare to her. Given the earlier teasing of my girls, and the innocent allure of the woman kneeling behind me, I was at full mast and showing not a single sign of fading.

Being naked would normally leave someone feeling vulnerable. But with my Shape-Shifting, that’s not something I ever really have to deal with, is it? I thought while tapping into the new confidence I had and carefully stepping up and into the tub, hissing at the heat of the water before settling down gingerly.

“Is it too hot, Liam?” Shayla asked quietly from behind me, and I heard her shuffle slightly to get into position.

“No, it’s fine, Shayla. Just warmer than I expected. They must have just dropped the water off right before we got back here.”

“That’s good. Now, relax and let me wash you, Liam.”

Shayla’s words tickled the back of my neck and I shivered slightly, but forced myself to relax and just lean back into the curved end of the tub. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. After the fights earlier, my muscles were a bit tense, and I had a few sore spots, though my injuries had all been treated by Kassandra and her healing magic. There was only so much the magic could do at once though, so the heat felt good as the water settled just below my breastbone.

There came a quiet splash of water before I felt the soft sensation of the cloth rubbing over my chest, followed by something even softer in its wake. Blinking my eyes open, I glanced down to see Shayla’s slender hand rubbing the washcloth over my chest, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. The second softness was the downy mass of fluff that encircled her wrist. The water looked to wick right off of it without soaking in, leaving the cottony fuzz entirely dry.

“Thank you, Liam,” Shayla murmured into my hair from behind, and I felt two soft impacts on the top of my head. I knew that they were her antennae, but the thought didn’t bother me. In fact, the attention of those fuzzy appendages made me smile, and I relaxed into her arms. “Thank you for looking after us, for risking yourself for us. I am not happy with the risk that you put yourself in. The competition is barbaric. But you still put yourself forward without a question.”

“I kind of have a history of doing dumb things for beautiful women,” I said quietly, getting another delicate giggle from Shayla.

She went silent at that, and I just luxuriated in the feeling of her hands gently moving over me.

Shayla never really strayed below my belly button, even then mostly only dipping her hands that low to wet her cloth. The soap she used was smooth against my skin, not the normally harsh bar that I used back home, and it smelled faintly of roses. Though the longer that Shayla continued to work the soap over me, the fainter the smell got. Instead, the scent of sweet fruit billowed around me, smelling faintly of warm peaches, apricots, and citrus.

The scent tickled at my mind as I just enjoyed Shayla’s touch, but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was until she shifted to wrap her arms around me further and I felt the soft brush of her neck-ruff against my cheek moments before the side of her face brushed my own. That scent became even stronger, and it pushed me back far enough. To when I had experimented with my Shape-Shifting and given myself antennae too. I remembered the scent coming from Shayla in the tent, and I finally realized that it had to be her personal smell. Not just the smell of her soap, which was a gentle floral tone. This had to be her scent, just like that cinnamon-musk was Kassandra, and how Rieka always carried the faintest hint of ozone around with her.

“Mm, you smell good,” I mumbled, and Shayla’s hands stilled against my body for a moment before she made a happy noise deep in her throat and rubbed her cheek against mine.

“You smell good too, Liam. It’s always so… distracting whenever I’m around you. Your natural smell is bad enough, but the smell of the others lingers around you,” Shayla murmured, nuzzling into my neck again while the soft fronds of her antennae brushed my face. “I can sense their love and lust for you, even days later. It lingers about you…”

“Sorry,” I chuckled. “I’ll try to wash better in the future. I didn’t realize your senses were that sharp.”

“No!” Shayla’s protest was so sharp that it made me jump, but her arms around my chest kept me from moving far since I didn’t want to hurt the woman. “No, don’t worry about that, Liam. The scent is distracting, but only one of my kind could detect it, and only at close proximity. Why do you think I like to stay so close to you?”

Shayla’s antennae stroked my face lightly, and I acted out of habit from my time with Rieka. I kissed one of those soft fronds lightly. The contact drew a quiet groan from Shayla and I felt her hands tremble against me. To give her a moment to collect herself, I answered her question.

“I assumed it was a nerve thing. You are such a shy thing, I figured you felt safe close to me.”

“That’s how it started,” Shayla admitted, her voice breathy as she settled her chin on my shoulder, the soft sensation of her fuzzy collar-ruff tickling my skin. “But when I realized just how… wonderful you smelled. I couldn’t help myself. I had to stay close to you. I hope it doesn’t change how you think of me?”

“Only that you might be a bit more like Kass than your innocent exterior might portray,” I teased, lifting one hand from the water to lay it over the one of hers that held the soap.

“I wish I could be that uninhibited,” Shayla sighed, nuzzling into my ear. “Liam… can you please take the lead with me? I’m… inexperienced, but I want this. I know I can trust you not to hurt me, and I know you keep the other girls happy. Can I trust you to do that for me too? So I can experience that sort of joy?”

“Of course, Shayla,” I turned slightly to catch her gaze out of the corner of my eye before I pressed a kiss to the hinge of her jaw. Shayla blushed furiously but nuzzled into the contact.

The cloth in her hand slipped free of Shayla’s grip and dropped into the water with a plop, followed by a louder plop when the soap followed it a moment later. Both her palms smoothed over my chest, tracing the small scars I had there, outlining my muscles, or toying with the little tuft of chest hair that I had.

I kissed an inch over on Shayla’s cheek, then another just an inch more to her mouth, touching the corner of her lips.

Shayla moaned into the contact and slid forward further so that she could press her lips to mine.

We savored the kiss for several long moments, but I couldn’t help the little smile that curved my lips as her antennae continued to gently bonk my forehead or caress my face while Shayla hummed happily into the awkward kiss.

Parting after Shayla finally realized that it was quite difficult to breathe and kiss at the same time. Given how much Kassandra enjoyed it, I’d learned the trick of breathing through my nose a while back, and it was something I looked forward to teaching Shayla.

Given that the moth woman didn’t have pupils like I was used to, and her eyes were just shiny, bottomless orbs of jet, I was surprised when I realized she was struggling to focus on me while panting softly. There was something in how her eyebrows softened and she swayed that told me she was unable to see straight. Her wings pumped behind her back in time with the panting, the gentle swishing and flicker of movement obvious out of the corner of my eye.

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“Shayla,” she twitched at my voice and blinked a few times but didn’t respond verbally. “Do you want to join me here in the tub, or do you want to move this to the bed?”

Shayla frowned at me a little petulantly and I smirked right back, though I softened it by turning and reaching up with my right hand to cup her cheek, which caused her frown to melt into a rather adorable pout instead.

“I asked you to lead this, Liam,” she pouted.

“I will, but proper communication is needed for this to succeed, Shayla. So I need to know what you are okay with. If you want just a kiss and a cuddle, then that is fine, and I’d be happy to show you more about myself and your sexuality. If you want to go all the way, then I need to confirm this is what you want. It’s not something that can be fixed afterwards.”

My words were gentle, and I stroked her jaw with my thumb lightly, my fingers threading through Shayla’s long chocolate hair. The affectionate caress calmed the moth woman, and she took a slow breath before nodding.

“I want to experience it all. Liam, you’ve shown me you are a powerful man who obviously loves his partners and treasures his friends. You have not once tried to manipulate me or extract favors from me. I’m not even of noble blood, but other than you, only our little group has avoided trying to manipulate me. Even some teachers have tried to pressure me into producing art for them, as ‘favors.’ ”

I scowled fiercely at this, but Shayla kissing my fingertips kept me from snapping.

“And even now, you want to confirm my desires and ensure I am happy with the outcome. Why wouldn’t I be happy with this? Liam, if you weren’t already attached to Kass and Rieka like you are, I’d be trying to lock you down for myself.” Shayla took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss me lightly. “Now, I’ve reached the end of my courage, Liam. Would you please take the lead now?”

“As long as you promise to stop me if anything hurts or scares you. I don’t want to ruin this for you and it would hurt me to know I’d mistreated you, Shayla.”

When she nodded, I returned the kiss and started to lean forward. Shayla didn’t let go of my chest initially, clinging to my back like she always did, but this time she pressed her full body to my shoulders and I felt the two mounds of heaven she carried inside her dress pressing to my shoulder-blades.

“Shayla, love. I need to stand if you want me to do this,” I chuckled, and she released me with a small, wry laugh of her own.

Sloshing in the still steaming water of the tub, I got to my feet. My erection, which hadn’t flagged in the slightest, bounced as I steadied myself. Turning towards Shayla, I found her still on her knees at the back of the tub, but she’d produced a large, fluffy cloth from somewhere and held it out in both hands to me, smiling shyly. From her pose and grip on the towel, I could tell she was offering to dry me off.

“So cute,” I mumbled at the hopeful expression on her face, and stepped out of the tub to stand dripping before her. Shayla didn’t hesitate, leaning forward to begin wiping the water from my skin with a determined expression on her flushing face.

The tickling sensation of her antennae as they did their thing, bopping and stroking over my chest while she worked over my thighs, was just as adorable as watching Shayla work while darting the occasional glances at my throbbing shaft as it bounced in response to her actions. She worked around it initially, but when the time came to wipe it down, she was quick and methodical as she did so despite her furious blush.

“If this isn’t to be a one-time thing, Shayla? I would like to do the same for you as well eventually,” I said as she bent to get my legs and calves. Apparently, my offer startled her again, and she glanced upwards sharply. The motion sent her antennae swaying and the downy appendages stroked over my cock from base to head. It felt like the most delicious, feathery caress I’d ever had and I had to bite back a groan.

“I… that is… I would…” Shayla stammered in surprise as her face darkened to a cherry color.

Realizing that I’d overloaded the already shy woman, I held out a hand to shush her and kneeled in front of her. Without my cock bouncing inches from her face, it seemed to reset Shayla’s mind, and she blinked several times at me but stopped babbling at least.

“If you want. You don’t have to decide right now. I just know that I spent some time in a bathhouse with Rieka and Kass. We had a lot of fun and I got a chance to wash them. I’d like to return this favor to you too. Now, let’s get you up off your knees. As beautiful as you look down here, this can’t be comfortable.”

Before Shayla could protest, I gently tugged the towel from her hands and dropped it over the puddle I’d left around my feet. With her hands free, I bent and set my hands on her sides before leaning back and hauling the large woman to her feet.

While I was strong, moving someone nearly as tall as I was would have normally been difficult, but that was before I’d boosted my stats. Now it was just a matter of leverage.

Shayla squealed in surprise as I lifted her up into the air and against me, her already wet dress sticking to my skin as she ended up molded to me while her wings flapped for a moment before relaxing when she realized I had her steady.

“Brute,” Shayla said with a snort, lightly slapping my chest.

“You asked for the brute,” I teased her back, leaning in to kiss her lightly. Shayla melted into the kiss, molding her body to mine, ignoring how the water that still speckled me was soaking into her dress.

Then again, from the heat I can feel against my crotch, she’s probably already soaked parts of that dress, I thought wryly, smirking into the kiss.

Wrapping my arms around the moth woman, I let my hands settle over her firm buttocks. With the other girls, they’d had tight little bottoms full of muscle, either from running around like Rieka did, or the slithering action of Kassandra.

Shayla, on the other hand, had a plush bottom with full hips that let my hand sink into them. She hummed happily as I kneaded her bottom before squeaking in surprise when I used my grip there to lift her slightly and pull her against me. The short skirt of her dress kept her from throwing her legs around me, but Shayla clung to me and her wings began to pump again, holding her up enough that I easily carried her towards the bed where it sat in the corner of the room.

The glow of the setting sun through the window was bathing the whole place in a russet light that matched Shayla’s hair and the patterns on her wings or fur, which made the white fluff of her ruff glow like it was graced with shimmering fire, giving her an even more divine look as she panted into our kiss.

Her hips ground against me more insistently during the trip too, clearly able to feel the trapped heat of my cock pressed between our stomachs. I wasn’t sure if the squishing noises I was hearing were just my wet feet on the hardwood floor, or if it was Shayla’s sex. Either was likely at this point.

When she was on her feet once more, Shayla’s shyness returned and she ducked her head, burying her face in my neck while I slid my hands over her back and body. When my hands found the laces of her dress at her back, she shivered once, but tucked her wings so that I could easily undo the laces. A bit of tugging and wiggling had the orange cloth loose around her shoulders.

Shayla, the sweet, innocent girl that she was, only stepped back far enough to let her dress fall. It caught around her hips, but I pushed it down the rest of the way to fall to her feet in a puddle of cloth. As soon as the barrier was out of the way, Shayla pressed herself shyly to my chest once more. The soft mountains of her breasts squished delightfully into me, and my soon-to-be-lover gasped at the sensation as her hard nipples dug into my chest.

Feeling her tremble in my arms, I just stood there for the moment, letting Shayla get accustomed to being naked. I knew I was a bit of an aberration with being so calm like this—I blame that on Kassandra—so I wanted to let her know it was safe.

Running my fingers up and down Shayla’s back, I gently kneaded the muscles along her spine and where her shoulders thickened to support the muscles which powered her wings. Those gossamer appendages continued to flare and relax occasionally, moving in time with Shayla’s panting breath as she nuzzled into my neck again. The softness of her collar ruff danced over my skin, but it felt wonderful while her breath washed over my throat and ear.

I was about to ask Shayla if she was okay and wanted to continue when I felt her hands shift from where they’d been clutched to my chest. One hand snaked down over my abdominals to wrap around the head of my shaft gently. The feeling of her delicate hands on my cock drew a groan from my lips, making Shayla stiffen again for a moment before I felt her lips turn up in a smile and she began to slowly explore my shaft with her hands.

We stood like that at the foot of the bed for a minute or two, just calmly exploring each other’s bodies before Shayla pulled back slightly and looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with affection and the furious blush that had colored her cheeks before having faded enough to just be a faint pink now.

“What’s next?” she asked, her voice small, but I could hear the echo of lust within it.

“Why don’t you have a seat on the bed and take a look at my little friend you’ve been petting? He’s not that scary, you know. In fact, he’s a rather simple creature when you get down to it?” I suggested, squeezing Shayla’s full bottom with both hands.

She giggled in response to that, quirking one downy eyebrow at me while her antennae continued to twiddle next to and stroke my face lightly.

“Simple? How?” she asked, still smothering laughter.

“He likes beautiful women and getting kisses. He likes making people I care about happy. And he isn’t shy about pointing out people that he thinks look great,” I reeled off with a mock-serious expression. Shayla giggled again, kissing my jawline lightly.

“You talk about it like your… penis has a mind of its own,” Shayla said quietly, hesitating on the word ‘penis.’

“He does. And you can call him whatever you want: cock, dick, penis, schlong, sausage—” I said, starting to list out the different euphemisms for her before Shayla burst into giggles at my words. “Just don’t laugh at him too much, he’ll go pout if you do.”

“No! Don’t go pout,” Shayla looked down to address her plea to my cock. “I want to get to know you better!”

Using the muscles in my abdomen, I tensed them to make my shaft twitch in her hand. Shayla squealed in surprise and her hand tightened on my shaft.

“I think he forgives you, but you might want to give him a kiss in apology,” I teased her, making the appendage in question bob again as if it was agreeing with me.

“Well fine then,” Shayla huffed, pouting up at me before shifting to settle onto the edge of the bed, but not removing her hand from my cock.

This gave me a moment to fully appreciate the plush glory of her body, and I drank in the sight before me.

Shayla had, apparently, gone without anything under her dress. The pendulous glory of her full breasts hung on display. Fat pink nipples sat hard and crinkled on top of the pale peaks of her curves. A little roll of tummy fat crinkled her abdomen given her softer figure, but it was cute in its own way. Shayla had a faint bush of the same dark brown hair that was on her head, shot through with thin threads of red and cream to match the pattern of her hair. The little bush was trimmed neatly up and away from her full vaginal lips which were already moist with her arousal. The scent of peaches had grown thicker once her dress was off, and I grinned, knowing my earlier suspicions were confirmed.

“Beautiful,” I said, just as Shayla glanced down at herself and began to frown.

“I’m—” she began to protest, but I cut her off.

“Beautiful. I’m honored you chose me to give this gift, Shayla.” My words got another blush from her, but not as heavy as the others had been. Instead of speaking, she leaned forward to lightly press her plush lips against the head of my cock, apologizing for her earlier ‘insult.’ I had to bite back a groan of contentment at the contact and Shayla giggled before leaning back once more.

“Liam, I want you to teach me all about this,” she waggled the cock in her hand, “but for the moment, I would like to feel you inside me. Kassandra has teased us all with innuendo for long enough that both Jane and I want to know what this feels like. I just… seized the opportunity first.” She gave it another waggle and smiled up at me while her antennae swayed slowly in front of her face.

I smiled down at her as well, cupping her face in my hand and smoothing my thumbs over her cheeks gently. She made a happy purring noise, kissing my right thumb and nipping lightly at it. After a bit of thought, I asked her a question.

“Can you lay on your back or would that damage your wings? I’d normally have you be on top, but that might be a bit much for a virgin.”

“I can, but if you are okay with it, I would like to be on top?” Shayla said with a smile.

She leaned in to give my cock-head one last parting kiss before lying back to sprawl on the bed. The motion was just vigorous enough that it sent her large breasts swaying and bouncing all over the place and I had to bite back a needy groan of my own at the sight.

While Kassandra had a generous figure for her size, Shayla’s breasts were easily almost as large as my dwarf lamia’s head and I had to wonder at her strength to not have back pain from them. Her wings spread out behind her and turned into a beautiful, multi-color blanket beneath the larger woman before she sat up and rotated to sit on one hip alluringly.

Remembering the trick that Kassandra and I had played on Rieka previously, I glanced around until I spotted the holstered spell rod that Shayla had been wearing when we came in. Now it hung by the fireplace, and I hurried over to collect it for her. Returning with the spell rod, I offered it to her handle-first.

“Contraceptive spell and a sound dampening one,” I explained at her questioning look.

Shayla flushed again and nodded, casting the two spells quickly before I took the rod back and set it on the nightstand. Returning to the foot of the bed, I crawled onto it and stole a kiss before flipping over to lay on my back then patting my hips.

“Go ahead and straddle me, then. Just throw a leg over and settle on top. Once you are comfortable, we can kiss a bit more.”

Shayla nodded, biting her lower lip as she maneuvered to settle her hips over top of mine. This ended with the hot, wet lips of her sex snuggling down onto the shaft of my cock with a wet squish as she rested her weight there. Moaning in surprise, Shayla’s hips began to rock back and forth as she ground onto my shaft automatically. This motion sent her large breasts shaking and swaying right in my face and I couldn’t help but press a kiss to the first nipple that bounced into range.

“Good girl, just like that. You’ve got the motion already. When you are ready, just rock forward and we can line him up and you can slide back. This way, you can set the pace as you want to,” I coached her gently.

Shayla’s black eyes blinked open as she continued to grind her hips against mine, rocking against my cock with rapid back-and-forth motions that made lewd squishing sounds. She leaned forward and dove in for a kiss, compressing her breasts against my chest while she continued to rock herself on me, grinding her clit against the head of my cock.

Our chaste kiss accelerated into a full on French kiss when I teased her lips with my tongue for a moment and she sent hers out to play. I gripped her full hips with my hands and aided in the rocking motion, enjoying the heated wetness of her sex as she ground into me. Neither of us noticed when her vigorous grinding shifted my cock enough that the head caught in her opening, but when Shayla rolled her hips to grind down into me more and it drove the head into her, we both definitely noticed that.

“Oh, gods…” Shayla moaned sharply into the kiss, flinching back in surprise. However, the action had the side-effect of her settling back onto my cock even further, and a full-body tremble shot through her as she sank down onto my cock entirely. I braced for her to wince or cry out in pain, but I felt no hymen part over me before her soaked sex settled to the root of my shaft.

“Shayla?” I asked as the woman just sat there in my lap, panting with desire.

“Liam… this feels… oooh,” Shayla moaned into my chest. Her back arching and her wings fluttering as a shudder rattled through her body.

“Does it hurt at all?” I asked, cradling her head to my chest with one arm while stroking her back with the other.

“Noooo,” Shayla moaned, elongating the sound while her sex clenched on me tightly. “Feels good… Kass was right…”

“Don’t let her hear you say that, she’ll be insufferably smug,” I teased Shayla back, running my fingers through the soft ruff of fluff at her neck, combing the fur with my fingertips while her antennae twitched and wriggled against my chest, even the sensory organs uncertain of what to do next.

Before I could advise her to just rest and get used to the feeling, Shayla began to rock her hips back and forth again like she was grinding on me. Each little rock and thrust sent a sparkler of pleasure through my body as her channel gripped and stroked me. Shayla would moan into my chest every so often, kissing it or playing her tongue over my pectorals while she rode me in a slow and steady rocking motion. Her wings began to pump in time with the grinding of her hips and I just couldn’t get over how cute this unique and beautiful woman in front of me was.

I just held Shayla, steadying her against the shakes and guiding her hips to keep to a steady rhythm. Her full bottom bounced slowly in my lap, rolling in and out like a steady tide as Shayla climbed to her own climax while I held myself back. I knew that I could go multiple times, but I wanted to make sure she enjoyed every second of her first time.

Sneaking a hand under where her chest pressed to mine, I found one fat nipple and began to roll it between my fingers, tugging on it gently. This was enough to send a spike of pleasure through Shayla and she straightened up suddenly with a yelp of surprise. Her antennae stood up like two long banners as another long shudder wracked her plush body. This also had the added effect of driving me even deeper into her snug sex, and that sensation was enough to trigger the orgasm Shayla had been chasing.

Moaning, Shayla held her arms out to try to steady herself, her wings pumping furiously but out of sync as her climax crashed over her. The shuddering roll of her climax sending delicious ripples through her soft flesh with each contraction.

Eager to help keep her on the peak as long as possible, I palmed a breast with each hand and kneaded them gently, thumbing her nipples in alternating passes. This caused Shayla’s moans to skip up an octave and then for her to go dead silent when I began to bounce my hips underneath her full bottom to fuck up into her spasming pussy.

Shayla remained in a climax for nearly a full minute before she finally began to reach the end of it. When her trembles began to slow down, I relaxed and stopped thrusting up into her, and she leaned forward to catch herself with a hand on each of my shoulders.

“Oh, Liam…” Shayla panted, her hair mussed, but still looking as beautiful and sensual as ever. “I… that was so much better than anything Kassandra ever described.”

“And that was only your first of many,” I teased her, flexing my shaft inside her sweltering snatch and making the woman on top of me moan again. “I’ve got many positions to show you from now on, too. There is a lot to be done, and I’m happy to be your lover as long as you want me to be. Just remember, communication.”

Shayla blushed furiously at the suggestion of different positions, but when I mentioned communication, her expression firmed and she smirked down at me with a devilish tint to her features.

“Then, sweet Liam. I want to feel you climax inside of me. And I’m going to ride you until you do so.” Shayla’s words were surprisingly blunt for the normally shy woman, and I was about to mention that when she began to bounce her hips on top of me.

Before, she’d just rocked slow and steady in my lap, a grinding motion with my cock buried inside of her. I guess when I’d thrust up into her, it’d given shy, reserved little Shayla an idea of what kind of pleasure could be found in more vigorous movements, and she was bound and determined to capitalize on that.

Earlier, the sound of Shayla’s moans had been the loudest noise in the room. Now it was the wet slapping of our hips together as she rode me with the kind of wild abandon that I would expect from Kassandra, though seeing sweet, innocent Shayla driven to that level of arousal was empowering in and of itself.

I had two choices: try to slow her down or just give the woman what she wanted, and I had a hard time telling any of my girls ‘no,’ after all. So rather than fight it, I shifted my grip back to her hips and began to thrust up into her in counterpoint. This sent her full tits bouncing and swaying over my face as Shayla used her position bent over me with her hands planted on my shoulders to push back and fuck herself onto my shaft. I waited until one fat nipple got within range and latched on with my mouth, sucking the delicate bud between my lips and lashing it with my tongue.

Shayla came again a moment later, her entire body tensing and her sex clamping down like a velvet fist as she came hard. A splash of liquid around my cock heralded her squirting as well, and Shayla’s face screwed up in an orgasmic rictus while her wings flared out behind her to try to steady her.

My climax was rising fast in my gut, and I continued to thrust up into her spasming cunt as it pulled, sucked, and dragged at me, begging me to fill it with my creamy seed.

Shayla was only just beginning to come down out of her climax when mine touched off, sending her spiraling out over the edge again. Planting both feet into the mattress, I used that leverage to thrust up into her as deep as possible while I came, painting the inside of her sweet pussy with rope after rope of hot seed. Shayla’s whole body twitched with each blast. When I finally finished, and my cock gave a last kick to expend its final round, the big woman slumped down on top of me like a puppet with its strings cut.

Shayla sprawled over top of me, but didn’t shift far enough that my cock slipped free. Instead, my little soldier was treated to another slow round of massaging contractions as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rack Shayla’s body.

With my climax though, I could think clearer, and I gently smoothed the hair back from her forehead, planting a kiss there between her antennae, which folded down around my head like a little pair of soft arms hugging me.

“That was… glorious…” panted Shayla.

“You are welcome, love,” I murmured into her hair. Shayla let out a happy coo and nuzzled into my throat, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck while her antennae mirrored that action with my head.

“How long do you need to rest before we can do that again?” Shayla asked after a minute or two of savoring the afterglow.

I chuckled and tensed my abdomen slightly, making my little soldier bounce inside of her and getting another moan from the moth woman.

“Ready for duty, lovely Shayla.”