Archive of Our Own

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Okay, Anon. Review what you’re fucking doing. 

You’ve got the apartment to yourself. Inco is out with Olivia and staying with the Paynes. 

This roasted duck breast in an orange reduction will not cook itself, but if you fuck it up you’re going to be resorting to ordering Moe’s for dinner. Not that there’s anything wrong with the pizza, but you already get enough of it in the week, even after working elsewhere. 

The apartment has been picked over for the day, with me going through every part of the living room and making sure it doesn’t look disgusting. Or stink. Jesus, saurian senses of smell is ridiculous to keep up with. Fuckin’ evolutionary handicaps.

Okay Anon, man the fuck up. Your partner is on the way over. For a personal dinner date for two. While the girlfriend you both share is out of your hair so that she can give the two of you space. Who also made sure to mention how much she was looking forward to the ‘report’ of how everything goes tonight. 

Because that’s what Naomi does, she loves to leave on a little high note while teasing my stupid fucking caveman brain. 

What a lovely woman. I’ll make her regret doing that to me when I see her next time. Yeah, I think if I just kiss her the right way that she likes, right on her neck while--

“Uh. Hello?” Staticky voice chirping from the intercom, I almost jump straight up at the sudden intrusion. “Dweeb? You there?”

“Mother fuckin’--they’re early!” I glance at my phone only to be proven wrong. “No they aren’t? What the hell, where did that hour go?” Goddamn, ugh. Okay. I’ll just reduce the heat on the duck for a minute. Cursing to myself further, I dash over to the intercom. “Here! I’m here!”

A stretch of silence is their answer. “Can I come in?”

“Y-yes, sure thing.” Fuckin’ smooth move, Anon. Just make this horrifically awkward. At this point I’m going to--

Fuck, just calm down you blithering retard. Seeing the wisdom of shutting up and letting things roll, I step away. Fang should be making their way through the building and to the elevator. Reginald would say ‘Hello’, Fang would go ‘Hi’, and then I’ll just quietly stress about trying to impress the ptero who is slowly making their way up here.

Sweet Raptor Christ, why is this more nerve wracking than going out somewhere? How does that even make sense?

Because this home date has to go well. After all the bullshit as of late, I have to make things better. For all of us.

I turn the stove back to medium for the duck, keeping things rolling as I double-check everything. Without seeing anything out of place, I let out a heavy weight in my chest. It comes through as a heated breath. Fuck. Okay. Nothing left to do. 

Fang knocks on the door before opening it themself. “Dweeb?” Their voice runs its edge along my spine with a familiar caress. “Where you at?”

“In the kitchen, just bitchin’.” That telltale snort of amusement helps lessen some of my nerves as I turn. Familiar beautiful eyes find mine in an instant as they round the corner of the hallway. Sure, we see each other almost every single day of the week. But having your partner come over for date night at your place is just a new kind of special. 

Alongside a small duffel bag resting in one hand. No doubt with a collection of their clothes. For the weekend. 

Um. Yeah. That certainly drives things home. 

“Gotta say, Anon. That smells pretty fuckin’ good.” Amber eyes crinkle up in some amusement as Fang saunters over. They come to stand next to me, looking over the food while not-so-nonchalantly placing one arm on my lower back. Alongside their beak resting on my shoulder, nuzzling slightly while giving me a grin. “I think I can say that I like the idea of a man that cooks me dinner.”

I hum in amusement. One hand boops the end of her snoot, the other covering the meal so that I can give my guest proper attention. “Reverse the roles? Leave me the house husband? I dare say, you’re going to emasculate me.”

“You, on your knees in front of me?” We both chuckle as they lean in, slowly snaking both arms up and around my neck. Their weight shifts to hang off me slightly. “That sounds rather nice.”

“You are hopeless.” My flat tone dies off in a chuckle as I lean forward, taking a kiss from them. It stays around for a few precious seconds, sharing that delicious feel between us. When we finally part, Fang looks a little flushed. Not fully red faced, but just a bit heated.

I can’t imagine that I don’t look the same. 

Sharp little teeth peak out in their smile, all for me. “Damn. Now that’s a nice trade off.”

“Trade off?”

“You know, swapping spit for some killer food. I think I can live with this.” Their fingers crawl down my chest, lightly scratching against the cloth while they keep their little grin. It borders on the whimsical as my partner drags little clawed circles against me. “Even if that means I have to come in and just watch you do it, like that first time you invited Naomi and I over.” 

“Easy to do for a gorgeous ptero,” I murmur. The comment is just loud enough for Fang to notice, looking away with a much more obvious blush. Which, of course, does the same to me. 

Wonderful. A bunch of blushing rubes, us. But at least I’m not the idiot that would recoil and shuffle my feet away this time.

Instead I shift to hug the monochromatic weirdo. Fang still has maybe two inches on me, so I enjoy the feeling of placing my head on their shoulder. They instantly do the same, and their wings are soon to follow. God I love these wing-hugs. Few things beat it out. Even--

Huh. Wait a sec. I can even smell the shampoo they use. That's pretty nice. Delicious, even. Is it… different?

My confusion gets the better of me as we separate. “Did you do something different? You smell like it.”

Fang blinks a few times at the comment. “Wow. You saying I usually reek, Anon? That’s pretty harsh.”

“Wait, no. Fuck. I mean--”

“Hah!” Barking out a short laugh, the amused saurian in front of me waves a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. I had a new soap I wanted to try before coming over. Good on you for noticing.”

This… this dork. I fucking swear they like to push me. My slight panic must be dear entertainment for them. Ugh.

“Stop sulking, dweeb.” They get playful in the teasing as they come forward, patting me on the cheek. “You’ve got me here now. You’re not allowed to be all pissy.”

“I’m not pissy,” I growl back while smacking their hand lightly. “Just planning revenge. Now go sit down, I’ll have dinner ready soon.”

I receive a snort, but Fang complies and moves to sit at the kitchen island. 

I don’t keep them waiting long.

“Duck roast, scalloped potatoes, and stuffed tomatoes.” I feel a small amount of smug as I lay everything out. Fang is, as expected, locked in on the sight of the food. I know I can cook well, but seeing someone react like that? Well. It just makes you feel special.

As my lovely guest starts loading a bite of their dinner onto a fork, I manage to whip my phone out and get a few shots. This ain’t going on some long dead social. No, these pics are for someone in particular.

“Heh. Perfect.” Fang shoots me a peculiar look as they get to eating, not waiting for me. After seeing how her family eats? It makes sense. “Pics for Naomi.”

“Mmm.” Acknowledging that, I receive a thumbs up. “Make sure to tell her I’m enjoying the hell out of this and that she’s missing out.” And they promptly stuff their cheeks with another shovel of every food stuff on one utensil. Absolutely barbaric. It is almost picturesque with how much Fang’s enjoying the meal. 

Hmm. Well I hadn’t considered that. But now?

My subtle position of my camera, fake typing away as if I was not about to take a creeper photo, does not go unnoticed. Fang’s wing ruffles outwards slightly as they narrow their eyes and point a finger. “Don’t you dare.”

We hold a Rexican stand off of staring. My fingers rest on my phone’s screen, hovering over a button. Fang’s finger is a direct promise of retribution.

…

Click.

“Anon!” Stuffed cheeks hurriedly swallow as the squawking ptero jumps over to me, reaching for my phone. I slip the precious cargo into my back pocket to avoid their grasp. “You delete that! Right now!” 

“Nah, come get-URK!” 

Of course, Fang decides to dive into my chest while scrambling desperately at my backside. In any other circumstance I would have enjoyed the sensation. But right now it seems I have to deal with my--well, I hate the idea of themfriend so I’ll stick with ‘partner’-- trying their absolute best to rip my back pocket out. 

“You give it here, you overdeveloped ape!”

“Not so fast, featherhead!” The flurry of scrambling limbs devolves into half shouts, threats, and the occasional grunt of exertion. Sure, I have the muscle advantage and can easily shove them away. But where’s the fun in that?

Our little scuffle devolves further as I pick Fang up by the thighs. They let out a small yelp of surprise as they gain a few feet of altitude, positioning their arms to prop up against my shoulders while looking down on me. Slightly panting, my adorable ptero looks down at me with slightly widened eyes. A faint blush dusts their cheeks, and I can’t quite place if it's from exertion or something else.

I kinda hope it’s the latter. 

So we stand there for a few seconds; me holding them propped up above me, them looking from on high. The light does some rather amazing things with their complexion, giving it a highlighted accent on top of their natural beauty. Their luminescent scales, their flowing hair, their perfect gemstone eyes-- everything about Fang is something I think I can stare at and just lose myself in.

The hold I have on their thighs is a solid, amazing feeling that keeps me anchored in reality as well. There’s a subtle give into their flesh, belying the springy muscle that keeps itself coiled under that deceptive layer of cushion. Jesus. Hot damn. Fang is not lacking in anything with how these legs feel. If I kept this up I was going to just demand to hold on for the rest of the night.

“You can stop, now.” Fang’s voice quavers ever so slightly as they look to the side. Their eyes then close as they draw out a small snort. “All that mumbling is distracting.”

“Well. I’m not even going to ask what part of that you heard.” Seeing the moment pass, I let them down gently. White wings ruffle slightly as they step back, arms crossing their chest as the blush on their face obviously deepens compared to earlier. With that reaction, it’s not going to take a ton of effort to figure out what all I spilled.

“So.” I shrug, not willing to let the moment linger forever on. “Satisfied?”

“Mm.” Squinting eyes rake over me in full before they close in a huff. “Good enough. So, what’s next?”

“Easy.” I nod at the couch. “We sit and watch cheesy Wire-Fu movies. Unless you got a better idea.”

Fang smiles lightly while looking over to the lounge. “First time I was on that thing, you buried your face into my abs and wouldn’t let go.”

“Okay, yeah, you two keep mentioning that, but I feel like you’re fucking with me.”

Laughing openly at me, Fang shoots me a smirk. “Please, with you being the way you are I won’t be surprised if you have some kind of muscle fetish.”

“One, no. That’s absurd.” I shoot them a thumb. “I have a hot body fetish.” My other thumb shoots up. “And a Fang fetish.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Said object of my sexual proclivities walks over to the couch, settling down with a dramatic plop and waiting for me to join them. It pleases me to no end to do so, wrapping an arm around their shoulders while looking at whatever infinite subscriptions we have nowadays for some real classic entertainment. 

“Jesus,” Fang mutters, leaning into my shoulder. “How much new shit is there? Some of these movies I haven’t even heard of.”

“Direct to stream. Maybe you aren’t an expert like you think.”

“Ass,” they snort.

“Your ass.”

“What, you been looking at it again?”

I pause. “If I said yes?”

“Good. You should.” A clawed hand reaches over to my thigh, patting it lightly. “I’ve been looking at yours too.”

Now that’s the kind of confidence booster that makes you feel great, alongside just enough warmth to know that my hot ptero partner has been doing the same as me. 

Hell yeah. This is the life.

We remain there for an hour and some change catching up on whatever new crap that Chinese Hollywood has churned out recently. The acting is hilarious, but the choreography is exactly what’s needed. Dinner and a show with a private little moment? Both of us needed this more than we could probably put into words. 

I’m slightly taken out of it when I notice Fang’s hand starting to rub up and down the top of my thigh. My attention instantly rips from the wire-fu movie to what they’re doing.

“Fang?”

“Hmm?”

“What’re you doing there?”

“Nothing,” they murmur. Still the caress continues, head on my shoulder glued in place. Delicate fingers trace the outlines of my thigh, bringing out faint shivers at their touch. “Just thinking.”

Thinking must be what they mean by rubbing their hand slightly inward and traveling upwards, causing me to tense at the touch. In an instant I can feel my pulse quicken as my toes curl, drinking in the way their fingers brush closer. 

It causes my hand to tighten on their shoulder, shifting them lightly. Our gazes catch one another, freezing us in place as an electric tension builds. 

I have no clue what to do, but I have every idea run through my head. 

Fang thankfully helps settle the matter as they lean in, kissing me again. I reciprocate, leaning back into the contact. Our lips move, drawing and breaking to and from each other in soft clashes as our panting breaths build. My thoughts die off as I follow instinct, hands trailing down to their hips and anchoring themselves there without resistance.

A soft squeeze has Fang draw back in a light hiss.

I stop instantly. “Shit, you okay?”

“I--Yes, of course I am.” They blink at me, opening their mouth before closing it with a light huff. “Sorry. This is all kind of new for you isn’t it?”

“Um. Making out?” I shake my head. “Not at all.”

“No,” they drawl. Slow grace oozes off of the pale-scaled ptero as they climb over, long legs parked on either side of mine before sitting on my lap. Latent excitement peaks immediately at the soft weight of them, and I half-hope half-fear they notice how my body responds to this closeness and the intensity of the past few moments.

Going by how their eyes light up with something hungry, I’ll take that as a yes. Their wonderful, teasing warmth seeps into me as their springy asscheeks rest on my legs. Tight clothing that undoubtedly digs into their flesh creaks with their movement, filling the empty space and my mind. All of me notices the way that the seat of their pants rests so close to my groin, an inviting heat almost radiating off of them in their excitement.

Still, Fang nods slowly to themself while leaning back slightly. A soft ass presses further onto my legs, and I have to force myself to not moan. “What I mean,” they continue. “Is the stuff that comes after making out. You know.” Their eyes roam down to my pants. “Sex.”

Oh.

“Yeah, no, that’s new territory.” Nerves fully come out on display with a shaky smile I share with them. “Um, that a bad thing?”

“No no.” A quick shake of the head sends Fang’s hair flying. “God no, not at all. If anything--” They cough. “Well, to be honest I haven’t really been with… I haven’t been with a guy before.” A light shrug is what she offers with the explanation. There’s no hiding that light blush on their cheeks as it starts to crawl across their face. “If that makes a difference, I’m not sure.”

“No?” God, this whole exchange feels awkward. “Not that I’m complaining. Or would if you had! There’s nothing--I mean, I’m not saying it’s bad or good, but I’m glad?” Wait, shit. “Uh, not that I’d be mad if you had before. Or…uh…”

My incoherent ramblings die as Fang giggles, then evolves into a soft laugh while relaxing. I didn’t even know how straight their spine was until they slump lightly. “Raptor Jesus, Anon. It’s okay, I get it.” Rosy red cheeks stand out as they smile, leaning in to kiss the top of my head. “Let’s both try to take this a little slow, okay? But I think I can take the lead if you prefer.”

Sure, my masculinity may take a hit admitting that. Yet who the fuck cares? I think I’m about--

No, retard, you are about to get laid.

Holy shit, I’m about to get laid.

“Yeah.” That’s definitely not a crack in my voice, and I definitely don’t nod too quickly as I look back up at them. “Yeah, that sounds good. Gladly.”

“Good.” Fang looks me up and down. “Good.” Their thoughts turn to a course of action in moments, nodding as they reach down to grab my hands. “Earlier when you grabbed me, I liked that. Gentle pressure, okay?”

“Okay,” I repeat dumbly. Before I can comply with the order Fang reaches to the hem of their shirt. With slow and deliberate intent, the ptero--they… she…

Fang is a hell of a good looking woman. Holy hell.

Smooth scales stand out, pale but burnished with the evening light poking through the windows behind us. Their trademark black top drapes to the side, exposing a black bra that has the smallest lace around the edges. Gentle mounds stare back at me as I leer at them wide eyed, almost unable to process what’s right in front of my face. 

Hands grab mine, shocking me back to action before they glide gently to her hips. “There we go,” Fang sighs. My hands feel the slight vibrations as she trembles at the way my fingers dig lightly into her flesh. She’s surprisingly warm, and far too soft for me to believe. Contrast that with how her flesh writhes against mine, and I may as well have found a secret guilty pleasure I never knew I needed all my life. “Nice. Just like that.” My partner tilts her head forward lightly before pressing down on me with their hips.

Oh God, I can feel every bit of that through my pants. Her pants. Both of us. 

Their weight presses down and I squeeze in reflex, basking in the way the beauty on top of me forces her weight down. Every little shift has a breath drawn in and out of us, out of pace with each other yet delighting in the feel of every small movement. Faint wafts of their shampoo tickle my nose as they draw closer, silver locks cascading to drape across my exposed skin.

When they look back to me, it’s with a leer I somewhat recognize. This time I’m ready for the kiss they ease in for, taking advantage of their position to demand the lead. Lips part in yearning hunger, and I let them in.

This time our tongues dart in and out, meeting and separating with a trembling anticipation of one another. Slowly we grow confident, and as time passes we refuse to break apart. Our connection together has us almost fused, their chest pressing into me as my hands slowly travel. Every little prod draws a hum, and every squeeze a deeper sigh of appreciation. 

Her tongue coils inside me, testing and probing almost every inch while I use my comparatively flat shovel to press into her. Every other soft yet hungry prod has her moan, our breathing racing as we draw sharp inhales, explore, and continue to make-out. Once my lover draws back to look up, I slowly drag my kisses downwards to race along her neck. Each peppered point of contact elicits a sharp breath, half-filled with a moan of lust. 

Those sounds she keeps letting out wears away at my hesitation, replacing it with a hungry desire to hear more. It has my hands travel higher, reaching up to their ribs. Then her chest. Finally, they stop right at the lacy black bra, fingers tentatively brushing their soft barrier.

Fang draws back, her tongue a sad absence I want more of while we both look down. Eyes blink rapidly as they refocus, mouth apart to pant as if they just ran a hard sprint. “G-good so far,” she pants. As the mind-wiping siren on top of me leans back, my hands travel up to grab hold. Yet I am halted by their pale counterparts, my girlfriend stopping me with a slight shake of the head.

“Hold on, just a second.” Fang reaches down to their chest, pinching their bra in the middle. I hear a soft release before the fabric peels away. Tantalizing light glimmers on their scales, teasing pace kept slow and steady as they peel back my prize. Before me is something I don’t think I can ever forget as long as I live.

Fang’s breasts are perfect in every way. They slope gently, yet hold a natural beauty that I can’t draw away from in their size and shape. Rounded, tantalizing, and staring back at me at eye level. Far from flat, the ptero has modest breasts that call out to me, wanting me to draw closer and sink my fingers into their yielding flesh.

The little flashes of metal on her nipples also stand out. Pierced. Both of them.

“Wow.” 

Yeah, that’s all I can really say.

“You’re beautiful.”

Oh good, I’m wrong. I can actually say more.

“Mm. Maybe the things I hear about men and tits really are accurate.” Fang laughs, leaning into me while running a hand around the back of my neck. Soft flesh dangles in front of me as they whisper a secret. “Then again, I’m the same way with our girlfriend, you know. I can’t blame you.”

“I fucking bet.” My hands fuse to their ribs, refusing to let go while letting me stare her in the face. “Is there… what do you want me to do?”

Fang’s gaze flickers down to my chest, expression going still for a moment. “Your turn.” I nod sharply, already moving to heave the thin fabric off and over my head before they stop me with a touch. “Wait a sec.” 

I pause, catching the way their blush travels further down their beak. “Yeah?”

“Could you…” They huff, looking away while pressing a hand to their face. “Fuck’s sake, this is embarrassing.”

“Fang?”

I can almost see the way their thoughts collide before they look back at me. “Could you--y’know, rip it off?”

Now that’s unexpected. And it tickles a funny little button in the back of my head in satisfaction. Thankfully I don’t embarrass them any further with that being mumbled out loud, but I do give them a nod. 

I get to see bare breasts, this is way too easy to repay them.

Grabbing fistfuls of cheap shirt, I rip the fucker wide open for Fang to get a good look. She instantly widens her eyes at the spectacle. I swear I can feel a shiver run through her at the motion, and I know the feel of a certain tail wagging hard enough to send little rivers of movement through us both. 

“You really like that, huh?” I look down at my chest, nonplussed. “You’ve seen me shirtless more than once.”

“Yeah.” She shoots me a stupid grin that is full of lust and embarrassment alike. “But it’s different when you show it off like that. More… appealing.” Biting her lower lip, she leans down while lowering her voice. “Sexy as hell, too.”

Got to make myself a note of that then. Fang wants me to be more shirt-rippy? I’ll do that. 

Makes me wonder if she would want the same with my pants or anything else.

Claws run against my chest again, running a shiver through me as Fang fully revels in the display of my bare skin. I, in turn, run my hands back up their chest with slow movements. They creep, painfully slow, until I finally manage to have both breasts in hand. 

At least I’m not stupid enough to just palm them like an idiot. No, this horny ass has seen enough porn to cup them and give them a steady squeeze. 

“Ahhh,” Fang sighs. “Good. Keep doing that.”

No need to tell me twice. I continue to massage the breasts, lightly enjoying the supple feel as they give way. Scales run together in a facsimile of skin, soft and smooth as silk. Faint warmth bleeds into me, and their tender chest moves with little resistance against my probing. If anything, the more I move into her the more Fang responds with little displays of pleasure; rolling hips, fingers scratching deeper into me, and exhales that turn absolutely lurid in tone. My fingers tentatively reach out to erect nipples, standing out sharply alongside the little beads of metal propping them up. 

Fang hisses at the contact, leaning into me harder than ever as I run a finger over each areola. Honestly, that’s a word I never would have used until just now. But goddamn, I am mesmerized by the feel of the raised flesh. It’s resistance is heightened by the small bit of metal in them, tapered at the ends in a round bead. Still, each one is erect as if pulled tight in the midst of their arousal. Each has little bumps on it that stand out to the smooth scaleflesh surrounding them, leaving me unable to look away.

Intrusive thoughts win as I lean forward and give one a lick.

It’s warm. It’s delicious, basked in the faint smell and taste of her natural beauty.

“Ohhhhh, fuck.” One of Fang’s hands grabs the back of my head, fingers splaying wide for purchase as they drag me forward. “You better keep doing that.”

No hesitation, no plan in place, I follow through on the order with glee. 

Fang rocks her hips back and forth against mine as she looks up at the ceiling, enjoying the way I lightly kiss, flick, and lick her delicious nipples. While one hand massages one breast, the other is held in place on the other so that I can connect with her directly. Through little flavors of her sweat, the metallic tang of her piercing, I marvel at how impressively hard she feels between my lips. Even in my free hand, the small button of pleasure is fully erect as if reveling in every moment of squeezing bliss. 

Hard gasps of pleasure roll through Fang as I continue the assault on her, clawed fingers flexing on my head with mounting desire. Her other hand rolls across my chest, grasping and roaming across my pecs before running along my side. Thready sighs of pleasure intersperse here and there in satisfaction as we continue to flick, tease, and explore each other. 

I’m not even sure I know how to do anything else at the moment except grow painfully erect and suppress the desire to rip off the rest of our clothes. 

After a minute of weathering the assault, Fang lets out a soft growl before pushing me back. I let go instantly, not wishing to push her beyond anything comfortable. Yet the way they dart in and start to kiss my neck has me think it’s anything but that. Sharp teeth nip at my skin, making me exhale in shuddering moans at every contact. There’s not enough pressure to break the surface, but I don’t doubt that fine indents start to blossom across me as my ptero unleashes her mounting hunger on me.

The way they travel lower just heightens my excitement further. A long tongue flickers out every other heartbeat, savoring the taste of my skin as she starts to moan. My reactions cause her legs to tighten on my hips, and her nails dig a little deeper into the furrows she leaves on me. Every small amount of give she takes is one of mounting pressure seeking release.

“Woah!” I flinch as they run a finger alongside my own nipple, caught off guard.

Fang stops a moment. “Bad?”

“No,” I grunt. “Just--unexpected.”

“Hmm.” Burning eyes take me in before shaking their head. “No worries. Not now then.” Their journey continues, eyes roaming across me as their lips travel lower and lower. Once my stomach gets treated to little pecks of hunger, I can’t suppress the shudder. 

Fang notices, humming loudly as their fingers hook into the band of my pants. “You react so good for me. I think it means you deserve a reward. If you’re ready, I think I’m ready to show you something new.”

A moment of worry appears before it’s taken out back, beaten to death, and shot by the roaring lust that has almost rip my pants off for her and save the trouble. Still, the hungry saurian seems to be wanting to lead so I’ll give that to them. 

I nod, short and sharp. “Please.”

Biting their lip at the phrase, Fang nods and starts to pull. My hips shift upwards, allowing her to fully pull off the last bits of clothing I have on. Tease that they are right now, it ends up with a slow pace that has me feel every inch of fabric slide away. Turgid excitement bows with the pull, amber eyes affixed to where it bulges for seconds. 

Finally, with a little tug, my manhood pops free. No surprise that I’m standing at full attention, flopping back to hit my waist.

Fang pauses, looking me over. I expect them to reach out and touch me, show me what they’re going to do next.

Instead, they keep waiting and staring. 

“Uh.” Blinking at the sudden pause, I peer down at them to gauge their reaction. “Fang?”

They don’t respond at first. Instead all I can see is a glimmer of considerable inspection as they look me over. And a hue to their scales that starts to peak from rosy to flushed.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck is something wrong with me? Am I weird? No, I should be fine considered to other humans--

Wait, what the fuck does a dino dick look like?!

“Uh.” Fang blinks before shaking their head. “Okay. I’m good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. I’m--” They draw a sharp breath. “I didn’t expect this.” 

“The fuck does that mean?”

“I--I haven’t seen a dick before, remember? Not in person!” Their hand slowly reaches up, grabbing hold of me. It’s soft, more a stroke than anything else, and has me twitch at the contact. “Shit, wait, was that okay?”

“Way better than okay.” I blow out a breath of my own, relaxing against the couch. “So neither of us are really experienced at this.”

Fang hunches their shoulders. “More like, I’ve practiced with stuff like this. But I didn’t think you’d be so…” Their face scrunches up. “Not monstrous or anything. More like surprising in length. And, like, not too thick. But more than some stuff I’ve watched.” They pause. “But that felt good when I just touched it, right?”

“Trying to adjust to this. Gimme a sec.” I almost laugh at the comment about my length, definitely came close at the comment of stuff ‘they watched’, but something else sticks out. “And practiced?”

“I’m not really a virgin, man.” She shrugs. “Me and Naomi experiment. Toys and stuff.”

One, that makes sense. Two, man I wanna see that.

“Right. Okay. But yeah, that felt good when you touched it.” I nod, rubbing a hand across my face. Thank Christ I’m still hard, but I’m not sure how much longer that’ll last with the going conversation. Kind of. The whole ‘experiment’ thing sure is nice to think about.

But later. 

“Good.” Fang nods again, hesitating before slowly reaching up to grab me again. A soft moan escapes me as they glide their fingers up and down. My reaction acts as a spur for their decision, confidence making the contact stronger than before. More fingers join the others, creating a soft veil of pressure as they start to glide against the length of me.

Oh God. Holy shit. 

I’ve done this before, but it feels so fucking different when someone else jerks you off. 

Fang notices the way I hang my head back, her movements becoming more assured with a steady pace. After a second, her other hand reaches up to slowly caress an unexpected source of pleasure. 

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, hands grabbing hold of the couch in clenched fists as she takes my balls slowly. Each finger gives a gentle flex, massaging my sack while continuing to stroke me along. I can feel a liberal amount of pre start to leak as my legs clench, desperate to not blow my load at an embarrassingly short amount of time. It hasn’t even been a minute, and I’m this close to shooting my shot? That’s pathetic!

“Do… you like this?” Fang’s voice is subdued, aimed my way as they focus entirely on my cock. “Enjoying how I’m doing this?”

“Y-yes, Fang.” Struggling to hold on longer, my voice is a strained growl. Looking down at them, I can see how they stare back up at me with some surprise and pleasure of their own. “Really--Really good. Fantastic.”

“I see.” Torturous hands run the length of me, bringing me closer and closer. An expression of curiosity flickers across their features as they draw close. “It looks nice.”

“Nice?” My stomach flutters as if trying to laugh, but the sensation is superseded by the butterflies of pleasure flying around. 

“Yeah.” Awkward conversation aside, the way Fang looms over me has me intensely aware of how their breath races across my skin, their hail softly dangling against me in waves. “You… you smell different. Feel different. It’s all…exciting.” Their body shifts, and I like to think I see them shift their thighs together, but tune in as they continue talking. “And I-- I want to try this.”

They let out a breath, brushing hair back over one shoulder before bobbing down. I only have a moment to catch on what they mean before they lean down and flick their tongue across the head of my cock.

Fuck me Raptor Jesus.

I instantly curl with a moan, toes pointing inward as a warm, impossibly amazing burst of pleasure hits my spine. Fang does not take it as anything else besides encouragement, keeping low and running her warm mouth against the length of me. 

She repositions, one hand on the base of my dick and slowly gliding up in tandem with her tongue that begins to coil around me. The other hand reaches up to brace against my stomach, allowing her to look up and grant me a full view of how she continues to tease me. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“F-Fang,” I moan, biting down on my lip. “I’m rea--ungh--really close.”

With a tongue wrapped around the length of me, they can’t really talk. Instead, they nod, breath panting against me as they rub their hand--

How the fuck does their palm feel good against the head of my dick like that?

One hand on the base, one hand on the tip, and tongue in the middle; my girlfriend’s sloppy not-quite-a-blowjob-but-almost has me buckle my knees and strain as she draws me close to an edge. I’m embarrassed to admit that this is pushing me past a proverbial edge already, their slippery velvet mouth pressing against me with each second. Burning hot moisture runs from my underside to the top of my shaft, melting my brain into popping flashes of light as my body starts to tense.

“C-cumming,” I groan. “Fang, let go!”

She doesn’t. Heated eyes hold mine as she bobs up and down, sucking on the tip of my dick tightly as if to drain my very soul. I give a harsh cry as she pops me loose, licking me while jerking me, aiming my head into an empty palm. All while giving me the most awfully pleased look on her face.

I don’t have a chance to give another warning as I grab hold of them, trying to brace myself, before I shoot my load, splattering what feels like my soul as it meets her waiting hand. Tight, mountainous waves of pleasure crash against me as I squeeze every muscle below my waist to fire off everything that I can on pure instinct. My hips thrust into her squeezing hand as if trying to fuck it, driven by a need to plant itself deeper into whatever has me orgasming like this. Fists holding tight onto a couch cushion, I continue to splurt and shoot everything I have onto her scales, painting them a new color. 

Fang lets out a soft gasp while squeezing onto me, my sticky mess coating her fingers. It takes seconds for my orgasm to rock down, every muscle taut as I ride out the mind-blowing nut. Ropes continue to shoot for several seconds, creating a small haul on a pale hand. Best orgasm of my life. Hardest one of my life.

Holy God, I don’t think I can stand up right now. 

Is that because I’m a virgin and just now know the touch of a woman?

Jesus, that’s weak.

When it becomes apparent that I’m spent, Fang lets go of me. I groan at the loss of contact, or maybe at the reprieve of no longer being squeezed so tightly. Their tongue darts back inside, staring at what looks like a small puddle in their cupped hand. “Wow,” she whispers, slightly awed. “That looked kind of violent.”

“Yeah.” Closing my eyes, leaning my head against a pillow, I let out the best pants of my life while giving a weak nod. “Best kind.”

“Huh.” Fang considers my words long enough for me to look back down. She looks back up at me, considering something. Slowly, her beak dips down to open and dart a tongue out at the culmination of her effort.

Hottest fucking thing I’ve seen so far.

“Yuck!” Features twist into a harsh grimace as the ptero pulls back. “Ugh!”

Well, that’s not going to happen again I guess.

The pleasure staining my brain leaks away in amusement as Fang shakes their head. She considers the glob in their hand with more disgust before standing up. “Be right back.” I almost laugh as they get off of me, making their way to the bathroom. Instead, sitting back and gathering some strength is more appealing. 

Huh. So apparently my pants are still around my ankles. That’s not ideal. While my girlfriend is in the bathroom getting washed up, there’s nothing holding me back from ripping these things off and waiting for her return. 

Turns out that waiting around buck ass naked on a couch is a weird fucking feeling.

I’m saved from wondering how to make this progress any further as Fang reappears, looking over at me with a curious expression.

They laugh. “Dude, are you seriously waiting for me to come to you on the couch? You have a bedroom!”

“Oh. Yeah.” My legs twitch as I stand up. So does Anon Jr. as I notice the ptero’s continued nudity, perky nipples easy to see from across the room. It draws their attention, accompanied by an appreciative grin. “Perfect. Let’s do that.”

“Hmm.” White wings draw tight into their body, one hand on hip as Fang leers at the naked human in front of her. “Well, you know what’s next?” Turning in place, they saunter off to where my bedroom waits for us. “Follow me, Muscles.”

Yes. Fucking. Ma’am.

I almost run after her, but stop to look down and think running while at full mast isn’t exactly ‘attractive’. No, better to approach calmly and make a better entrance.

So I find Fang waiting for me patiently, legs crossed over one another on my bed with eyebrows arched expectantly. No words pass as they look me up and down, savoring the sight as much as I do them. 

Our shared anticipation builds as I approach, yet she clearly looks more in control of herself. My height and their seated position has me dangling myself right in front of their face.

“You know I just did that, right?”

“Yeah.” Chuckling, I sit down next to them. “Sorry, sorry. Had to do it.”

“God, how do you mix dorky and sexy together?” Fang shakes their head, running a hand over my naked chest. “It’s so you. Almost stupidly so.”

“And you’re beautiful, stupidly so.”

Rather than appreciate that like I thought, Fang rolls their eyes. “Okay, need to work on the bedroom talk. But that’s a good start.”

“Fair enough.” My hand travels to their thigh, other placed on her lower back. “But I think I can figure this next part out.”

“Oh?” She shifts, letting me dig my hand further up uncontested. The limb glides up higher until it brushes the front of her tight black pants. Warmth bleeds into me as I let my fingers brush against her. “What do you have in mind?”

Now I get to be the one to give a surprise. 

My answer is to maneuver Fang until I’m behind her, pushing wings flat against my chest while my arms wrap around her. Her tail flutters, enjoying the moment for what it is as a noise of excitement escapes her beak. Our repositioning has the pale beauty sitting happily in my lap once more, my rod pressed against her clothed cheeks. 

“Oh wow,” they laugh. A chubby tail starts to prod against me, clearly enjoying the touch of tip to tip as it plaps against my exposure. “You’re so warm back here.”

“Funny. I was thinking the same about you.” Again, my hand starts to float over to her front. “Right here.”

Fang shifts, eyes glued to the way my fingers start to brush the hem of her pants. A soft whisper escapes her, a thready “Ah” of acknowledgement. It urges me onward, brushing deeper into them. Surprise fills me at the way one finger sinks lower and finds some slight give, pressing literally into her. 

I… I think it comes away slightly moist.

My fingers continue to stroke against the outside of her pants, glowing in the warmth of her sex.

Fang shifts and gyrates on me, wings twitching slightly. Her tail flutters up and down on my cock. It’s not as dextrous as hands or tongue, but the contact is still quite enjoyable with the soft texture of her. Once I hear a soft grunt from her, my fingers retreat before threading behind the black barrier of her pants. 

The smooth fabric of her underwear greets me. This close to her, my hand feels like it’s almost burning with the heat of her bare scales. That faint aroma of her excitement fills me, a heady tang that sends a ripple of anticipation down my spine.

Then I slide them behind the thinner fabric. Soft hair greets me, thin and delicate, before I travel further south and find what I am looking for. Moaning lightly at the contact, Fang leans into me while turning their head away. Stomach muscles twitch lightly as my arm rests there, fingers gliding back and forth at her entrance in small wonder. 

It’s so soft. It’s so hot. It’s so wet.

“Ah,” Fang exhales sharply. “Christ. Your fingers are fucking thick.” Clawed hands lean back, grabbing my head and the sheets beneath us. 

I grunt, not really aware of anything else as my fingers find soft flesh and stroke it, gliding back and forth in a mesmerizing dance. Part of me knows that I’m right at the entrance of her flower, peeling back and teasing the labial folds in a way that I hope feel good. Every other part of me is locked in on the idea that I’m feeling a vagina for the first time. 

First impression: it’s fun.

I really can’t describe it as anything else.

“Not that rough.” Fang flinches and I pause immediately, halting in place. “Easy, easy, remember? Slow.”

I nod, placing my chin on her shoulder so that I can get a better look. It makes my girlfriend look away, conscious of the view as my hand--

Huh, their pants are lowered. Their panties are a delicate black to match their bra from before. Same pattern and everything. 

Wow, their pubic hair is kind of cute. Shaved down to a small pattern, soft white standing out on their scales just like the hair on her head.

“Damn mumbling,” Fang sighs. 

Fair, I should not stare as much. Goddamn challenging to follow through on that thought.

Following her instructions, I gingerly ease my fingers back to her entrance. This time I’m slow, only rubbing and prodding her with intentionally delicate strength. 

Clearly I’m doing something right, because Fang starts to writhe on top of me.

“There we go,” she coos. “Good, good good good. Right there. Feel that top where your thumb is?” A scaled hand meets mine, guiding me softly to where she pointed out. “Flick it. Flick it hard.”

“Here?” I do as she says--

And get a hard quiver against my front as she bows. A gasp rings out, her tail locking in place against me as her muscles seize.

“Yes.” Fang grits her teeth. “Now-- Now sink your other finger inside.”

I do so, curling two fingers into her. Slick moisture greets me along with fleshy walls pressing tight, almost sucking me inside. Pressure holds them in place for a moment, inflamed walls wrapping around my digits. I’m left fascinated by the way soft peals of flesh rub against me, creases making a tunnel of eager pleasure that wants to draw me in deeper.

Fang’s legs tremble lightly as I hold them there, thumb forgotten for a moment as I revel in the feeling.

Then I remember what I’m supposed to do as I slowly bring my forefinger and middle finger back out. Tight pussy lips pull at them briefly, reluctant to let go of their prize, before I plunge them back in, creating a small rhythm. It all flows together with my thumb flicking what I now understand to be her clit. 

“Ah. Ah! Ah!” Fang’s breathing turns harsher as I finger her, head lolling back and exposing a long, beautiful neck. It draws me in, beckoning. No wonder that I dip in and kiss the inviting length of flesh, running lips and tongue along the length of it. It elicits a squeal from the squirming ptero, caught up in the sensation before she brings a hand up to bite lightly and muffle herself. Her warmth feeds me, and the taste of her scales is just like skin--almost like nothing at all save for the faint tingle of sweat. Alongside that is her own natural perfume, now growing thicker with the smell of our lust made manifest.

“S-so different.” Between the pants come words, high with excitement and trying to find a thread of reason as I continue to kiss, flick, and explore her from above and below. “Your mouth. Your fingers. B-big mouth, and flat. Warm.” A quiver runs up and down them, making their legs squeeze inwards. Liquid excitement starts to coat my hand as I continue my labor, coating me and narrowing my attention on the here and now. “Fucking--HHnnnnf-- thick fucking fingers.”

“Good?”

“Amazing.” Fang pants harder, pressing her neck into me while urging her hips forward. The palm on the back of my head digs deeper, pressing me flat against them in a clear plea to continue to glide against her. The motion sinks the ptero further into my grip, and my hand flexes while digging my digits in harder. 

Another minute passes as I drag her further to an edge we can both feel. By this point round ptero cheeks start to rub against me as well, the vestiges of her pants sliding off enough to let us feel each other fully. The sensation makes me tremble down below, enjoying the warmth and slickness, spurring me to fingerfuck her faster. Lengths of pre start to coat me, or maybe it’s the sweat from being pressed so close together. Hell, it could be her grool starting to flow down and coat me. In the end I feel a budding lubrication that makes me grunt with every small thrust she throws back into me, groaning and growling as her mind starts to turn to slurry in my hands.

Fang starts whispering harsh demands, claws digging into my head with her right and pinching her own nipple with her left. It fans the hot fire in my gut to see more, holding her close and refusing to let go of her. My teeth find her neck in little nibbles, refusing to move as my fingers press in and up with a slight curl. The hard bud of her clit stands against my thumb until I press down on it, kneading it back and forth in little circles. It sends her into a low, almost feral growl while her eyes flutter to a half-lidded mess. Muscles start to leave me as her hips thrust into the air, almost hovering while trying to sink my hand deeper into her gushing quim. 

“Anon,” Fang whispers. Every inch of her body shivers, trembling on the edge of an oncoming wave. Before she can continue she moans, low and needy under physical assault. 

“You’re beautiful, Fang.” I whisper it closer to her ear, my own voice blazing with passion. “You’re the most beautiful ptero in the world.”

“I--” She shakes, entire body rocking as her legs start to bend up. “I--” Breathing rattles off into gasps, back arching as I feel every inch of her insides suck at my fingers and refuse to let go in a burning vice.

My muscles burn as I rub upwards, press her clit, and bite into her inviting neck. All of it acts like I’m trying to claim her, mark her with my need. Freezing at the sudden heightened pressure, Fang opens her mouth before letting out a climbing wail.

The orgasm rocks her hard, head leaning into mine as she lets out a harsh gasp that borders on a shout. Wings flutter back and forth against me while her tail stands up straight, shoving my erectness between each cheek. Every inch of her shared with me trembles with a mind-numbing pleasure, sweat holding skin to scale in a fevered embrace as the ptero I love cums in my hands. Feet scrabble against the sheets, hands tear at the bed while pressing my skin tight into her. Her beautiful face is wrenched tight as a second quake rocks her with my fingers rubbing her insides back and forth, lengthening her orgasm as much as possible. 

I swear I can feel her clit throb with pleasure, and the sweet nectar she coats me with is as alluring as it is prolific when I look down. Strings of sticky love decorate my hand while her pussy squeezes me to its limit, as if trying to snap off her new toy for later use. 

After a dozen maddening seconds she unwinds; ponderously slow, Fang’s spine loosens until she flops against me. Even her wings droop in relaxation, looking like she’s having the time of her life here. Sweat glistens on her scales, breasts rising and falling in faint quakes. Her voice pitches high and low with exertion as her body comes off its insane looking high. Hair slick with perspiration frames her voice in the most amazing way, highlighting her beauty. It’s a primal allure, that of someone only made more beautiful from their love-making.

“Wow. You look amazing.” I lean down to kiss her head, rewarding me with a little sound of joy at the contact. The sound of it lights a fire in my chest unlike my passion, more so a comforting and endearing ember. “Feel good?”

“What’d you say earlier?” Mint-green eyelids move slightly to reveal an amber orb, scrutinizing me with a pleased look. “Violently? Nowhere near that. More gentle. Like a full bodied squeeze.”

“Hmm.” Wrapping her arms with mine, holding her close, I consider Fang as they press their weight into me. “Full body, huh? For guys it’s like, I dunno, from the top of my head and down to below my gut.”

“Sounds lame.” Snickering at their own jape, Fang looks up at me. “You don’t know how good it is until your legs cramp up and you can’t move anymore.”

Jesus. That sounds interesting.

I don’t even have a proper frame of reference for what that would be like. Not that I mind the ideas of it, but how the fuck would you even come close to recreating that? Just don’t stop--

Fuck that, pretty girlfriend in arms now.

Chin resting on their crest, I stroke Fang’s arms in a slow move of comfort. “Need a minute?”

“Fuck that.” Strong desire is fully on display as they show off a sharp smile. “You got me started, but there’s way more to come. Literally.”

“Well in case you haven’t noticed--”

“The hard spear in my back? Believe me, I noticed.” 

We share a laugh, moving around to get Fang fully back on the bed. It devolves into more kissing, limbs entangling and tongues searching for new homes as we build back up to another round of what I am so ready for. My cock throbs without a moment to wait, more than ready for what comes next. 

Admittedly, I'm just a bit nervous. 

Fang leers over me as I lay back in the bed, taking control once more. Their pants had fully disappeared with our most of a half-minute of warmup, and the cocky rocker places both hands on my chest while slowly lowering herself onto my rod. 

Hot flesh meets me, covering me in a heady liquid that has my entire being prickle at the sensual assault. Hips rocking back and forth, lips parting and welcoming me with a small kiss along my cock, Fang guides me along to something beyond my understanding. A moan leaves me weak as I roll my head back, almost made delirious by how her lips kiss the length of me from down below.

“Hoooooo,” she sighs. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve worked with anything like this.”

“Not even with toys? Practice?”

“Shush.” A small laugh gets out as they look down to where we almost connect. “I’m not a size-queen, and can get off pretty easily. Both of us are about to experience something new here.”

“I know.” I nod, voice sounding much less confident as I place my hands on their thighs. “But I’m ready. With you.” A gulp sounds out. “I… I love you, Fang.”

Face softening in support mixed with mutual affection, Fang nods before dragging a soft clawtip down the side of my neck. “I know. I love you too, Anon.”

Soft and sturdy hips shift upwards, one hand reaching down to grab hold of me. Both of us look down, my heartbeat and hopefully Fang’s both picking up at the imminent union. The world falls away as my attention focuses on this moment to its utmost. 

My head touches her lips, throbbing at the contact. Fingers dig deeper into saurian thighs as black claws leave indents on my skin. 

Fang slides down, partially covering my dick with burning folds. 

Breath leaves me in a rush as my hands travel up, grabbing hold of her hips. I don’t know if I have to hold her in place or push her farther. My very soul bubbles in shocked wonder at how this feels. Fang’s walls suckle at me, melting my mind at their wet grace as I stare downwards. Resistance has us both remain stationary until she moves up, thready exhale filling the room,  then back down. Further down. 

The motion repeats, and Fang slides all the way down my shaft. Skin meets scales on my hips and lap as we meet, and I marvel at this. She bottoms me out, clenching enough to make me hiss and flex my stomac. Every cell in my body is screaming to let go, to bust immediately. It takes all of my willpower to hold back and savor the moment as Fang shifts, grunting as her ass pushes forward to make a final adjustment and lodge me in place.

No longer a virgin loser.

“There we go,” Fang whispers. Her eyes point to the ceiling at a soft angle while holding still. “Gotta get used to this.”

And I’m not ever going to forget that.

“God, that’s good.” Fang inhales slowly before letting it out through her beak. “And holy shit you are warm. Hot, even. Never had anything quite this hot inside me. It’s fucking good.”

Only my bravado seems to remain intact as I chuckle. “Heh. Don’t say that too often, else you’re going to make me think you’re just after me for my hot body.”

“Shut up,” she laughs. “You can’t make me laugh while you’re inside me like this. You’re going to kill the mood!”

“Yeah, well I’m also trying to not let loose and immediately embarrass myself, so cut me a break.”

Fang loosens her smile before nodding, leaning in to lay partially against my chest. Our position has me clench internal muscles harder than ever to not be distracted or go over the edge. I’m still firmly lodged inside as she connects our chests, breasts compressing lightly against me as they lean in. I swear I can hear faint liquid excitement move as I bite my tongue. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine, Anon. And we have plenty of time over the weekend to make things work out exactly how we want.”

“So you say. You’re not the virgin trying to impress his girlfriend.”

“No, I’m not.” The kiss she takes from me is brief, but tender. “I’m the girlfriend wanting to be with her boyfriend because she loves him.”

Now that’s not fair. 

“Yeah.” My hand drifts upward to cup her cheek, enjoying how she leans into it. “I’m lucky for that.”

“Mmhmm.” I’m stuck in their gaze as they move their hips, slowly moving up before plopping back down. I grunt in surprise, completely lost in the way my dick burns and squeezes in pleasure at her insides.

Even as it comes out in a soft grunt, Fang’s reply is a declaration of victory. “Damn right.”

Powerful muscles squeeze along my length, drenching whatever she can get a hold of. Nothing else registers as I feel her breasts pressing down, her smell fills me, and her scales seem to beg my fingers to never let go. Her legs rub against me, finding purchase in the bed as she starts to fuck me slowly, laying back into me with soft pushes of taking me in and out in easy measure. Short and thorough are her thrusts on me, and I quickly find myself moving in sync.

She’s perfect. 

Fang lets out a breath every time I run myself inside her burning pussy, releasing hot passion as she hits me with bouncing asscheeks. Soon enough I get faster, hands traveling to sink a grip into that shapely peach of hers. My new handhold lets me gain speed, thrusting harder and faster.

Then I realize something.

I'm about to burst immediately.

“F-Fang.” I grind between clenched teeth, my body tightening up. “I’m about to cum!”

She grunts, digging her face into my neck and refusing to let herself drag off of me any more than necessary. A long, tapered tongue runs alongside my neck, panting just shy of my ear as her hands hold onto me. Even her wings start to flutter lightly, peaks of pleasure sending them astray as our bodies collide into one another at my quickly approaching apex. 

I hold on for dear life, squeezing her cheeks and spreading them. Pussy lips keep me in a vice, doing their best to make me fire away. Each moment is a battle as they squeeze, suck, and massage me at her tight entrance. Further inside is no better, slick walls burning as they vacuum seal around my dick and squeeze for all she’s worth. It’s like every part of her body is trying to claim me, forcing me to submit and answer her desperate plea for my seed.

They succeed in a few seconds. 

Fang holds on for dear life as I thrust upwards, sheathing myself to the base in her. My balls clench, and I can feel it all the way up in my gut as I let loose a second time for the night. She gasps as I pour it all out, her narrow entrance tightening against on me on instinct. Ptero pussy pulses against me, milking me for all I’m worth as rope after rope of semen floods her guts. In the middle of it she moans, low and sultry, while looking over one shoulder at how her ass thrusts down, refusing to leave my hips. 

My mind and soul burn with the pleasure of it, noting how the ptero on top of me squirms and squeezes for all she’s worth while letting out soft coos of encouragement. It feels like my cock is wrapped in an endlessly soft and warm wall of pleasure, feeling the pressure flex on me in waves of easement and rigor. All of it mixes in my mind with how the both of us lay here, wrapped up and drowning in each other.

It takes another dozen seconds for me to calm down, ass clenching with every thrust as I try to fuck my release deeper inside her greedy maw. Lust incarnate on top of me thrusts back with every motion, driving me down and fusing her lips to the base of my rod through it all. Only when I know that I’ve run empty do I shudder and collapse, holding the ptero close to my chest as I sag in relief.

Through the haze of relief I can feel her give residual clamps on me, as if her body refuses to let go of its fresh prize. The way her body presses into mine, satiated and all too pleased with itself.

…

“Oogh,” Fang grunts on top of me, looking over one shoulder in annoyance before turning to me with squinting eyes. “You do not-- how are you still hard? Don’t twitch like that while you’re inside me.”

“Sorry, I don’t think I have an off switch.” Pause. “Well, I do, but it’s going to need a bit more work.”

“Nope.” Silver hair falls across my chest as Fang sags, letting all their muscles collapse against me and refusing to move. “I just got rocked by my first dicking. I’m going to sit here and not move until I get used to all of that.”

“Didn’t you say you practiced?”

“Yeah. But…” Their words die off as they think for a moment. Suddenly a jolt runs up my body as they squeeze their legs and cheeks together, pinning my cock inside as walls press in around me. “Huh. That works.”

“Sure fucking does,” I growl between gritted teeth. “I thought you were taking a second to recover?”

“I am,” they chuckle. Pressure alleviates as Fang relaxes again, but with my dick still firmly planted inside. “But that’s good reference material for later.”

“Wow.” Head flopping backward, I look up at the ceiling. A wave of peace rolls over me, and I’m enjoying it far more than I thought. 

Cool claws trace my face as Fang shifts to nuzzle her beak alongside my face. “Enjoy it?”

“Loved it.” I run a hand in the space between their wings, the other traveling back and forth along their back muscles that still burn with a labored sweat from earlier. “Love you.”

“Love you back, Anon.” Wings drape over us both in a familiar hug, now more so a blanket as we lay on the bed. Every inch of her is perfect like this, a comforting weight that has my very soul languid in how sensual it is. 

My partner hums in appreciation, feeling much the same as they lay their head on my chest and…I…

Oh holy butt fucking Christ.

“Holy shit, Fang we have to go to a pharmacy.”

“What?” They blink, looking up at me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I--I just came inside you! No protection!” Worry lances through me, new anxiety blooming as I move her up. “Seriously, we can’t take it easy! Holy shit, how much does Plan B cost? What the fuck?”

“That’s enough of that.” Hands swatting at mine, planting herself back down on my chest, Fang firmly attaches herself in stubborn resolve. “Don’t worry about it, dweeb. I’ve taken care of that.”

“How? Did you slap on a magic condom that I didn’t notice when we were having sex?”

“No, idiot.” They huff a breath, shaking their head lightly. “I’m on the pill.”

Oh.

Wait, that’s an option?

“Yes, it’s an option,” my girlfriend groans. “Dude, I’ve been on it for the past few weeks. I’m safe.”

“Oh.” I blink, settling back on the bed. It draws an approving hum from her as I relax, blinking stupidly up at my familiar ceiling once more. “Well. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I did. A few days ago.” I don’t even have to look down to know they’re frowning at me. “But you forgot, didn’t you?”

Shit, that sounds right. “To be fair, I’m an idiot.”

“I noticed. Be glad that I’m the one who prepped. No happy little accidents here.”

Fair. Already in a throuple, how would having unexpected kids complicate things? Probably pretty completely. 

…

“I’m not the only one thinking how nice it would be if--”

“Naomi as a secondary mom to my kids, and I would be to hers that you two have?” Fang shrugs, wings moving up and down with the movement. “Not gonna lie, it might make things easier to have three parents for a kid. Or kids.” They pause. “Not any goddamn time soon though. Way too young.”

“Hard agree. No kids.” Not that I’m even sure if I’m really ‘father material’ any time soon. “So in other news, that sex was great. I love it.”

“I’m going to live with this for a long time, aren’t I?” Fang’s faux depressive statement makes me laugh, hugging them tight as they futilely fight back to escape. 

Our little escapades force us to acknowledge the stiff spear still lodged inside her. Wordlessly, she sits up and slowly peels herself off.

“Ah.” A shiver runs up Fang as I draw free, a frighteningly sad feeling at the sudden lack of warmth and connection. I might grow addicted if that’s what I have to look forward to every time we do it. “Okay, I think I’d like to take a shower now.”

“Right. Still need that break?”

They wince lightly. “I might have it in me to go again. But later. Right now--” They shudder. “Okay, wow I do not like the feeling of cum trying to drip out of me. That’s weird.”

“Oh God.” I glance down. “Uh, need anything?”

Amber eyes alight on me. “Carry me to the shower.”

“Easy. But that’s it?”

God, the way they blush slightly is so damn endearing. “I like it, okay? Now shut up and carry me.”

“Easy,” I repeat. Leaning in, I plant a soft kiss on the side of their face, staying long enough to make them sigh in pleasure at the touch. “And always. Never forget.” I move with assurance, standing up and gently bringing the nude ptero up in my arms with a princess carry. 

Scaled hands wrap around my neck, luxuriously tender as Fang smiles up at me with an all too pleased expression of warmth. “You really do like to spoil me, don’t you?”

“Only because you like to be spoiled.”

“Hmm. Big strong man carrying me around.” Fang looks me up and down with a bit lip, exaggerating her intent. “I always thought I was the top, but this has me thinking it might not be bad to experiment a little.”

“Glad to be of service.” We share a laugh as we make our way to the bathroom, Fang cuddling in close as I set up a warm shower to help wash and relax us after our moment of pleasure. 

There’s a moment where we kiss longer than normal.

It turns into a makeout session.

It gets a little heated from there.

Turns out, shower sex isn’t all that bad.

My voice almost cracks with a note of embarrassment as I look up at the back of my partner hovering over me, head rolling back. “Do you have to do this, Fang?”

“Do you not want me to?”

“I…” With their thighs wrapped around my cock, sweat and pussy juice lubricating me in excess, I don’t really have any reason or need to complain. It’s just a bit of shyness that I’m not even fully feeling to be honest. “Please keep going.”

“That’s right,” they coo. Powerful leg muscles continue to churn and squeeze me, morning light peeking through the windows to illuminate how my dick bounced back and forth. With one arm leaning back on me for support, Fang records the exchange with her phone. Squelching sounds out, their excitement mixing with mine to create a lewd ambrosia that is captured on film. Slow is one stroke up, slow is the following stroke down. Teeth flash in a wide grin as Fang looks on, skin flush with excitement. Her breasts jostle with every movement, nipples proud and free. Velvety soft lips leave butterfly kisses along my glans, stroking me back and forth with teasing insanity.

I can’t imagine the recording quality is amazing with the constant jiggling going on, our gasps and pants and growls the only commentary to make use of, but then again I’m really enjoying what I’m being treated to. 

Here’s hoping that Naomi likes her answer to ‘How is it going?’ that we got in the group chat. 

“Come on, come on.” Fang urges me with an inflamed whisper. I can almost imagine the way they poke a tongue out, and I can definitely feel how pillowed ptero ass bounces up and down on me in glee. Sweaty flesh glues to me, leaves me, and plops back down with maddening pressure. It’s like their thighs have taken on a new life of their own, a deliriously soft and wet pressure not unlike the delicious sex nestled between them. “Let it out for me, you can do it Anon.”

“Fang you--hnrg, dammit that feels good.” I grab hold of her tail, giving it a light squeeze. It deforms in my hand, yielding and inviting in equal measure. An appreciative glower is shot down to me from on high, accompanied by a powerful clamp on my member as she stops grinding and instead shifts her thighs back and forth.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck!” My dick strains at the abuse, teetering over the edge. Pressure builds from within and without, lighting a fire through my spine.

“You close?” Fang’s singsong voice fills me, burning in my ears as they continue their slow ministrations. “You going to cum for me?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes.”

“Hmmm.” A powerful thrust meets her lower lips to my head, grinding it lightly with excitement. Heat fuses their lips to my head, promising me something I can’t quite reach. “I wanna see you do it, Anon. I want to see you do it soon. Can you do that for me? Please?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Each word is a grunt, a harsh plea for release. “I will! I will!”

“Good, good.” Her thighs grind up, covering my dick with a slight back and forth that drives me insane. They slide down, flushed pussy kissing my rod all the while. 

Another final squeeze, softer than a kiss but stronger than her grip, covers me in full. I groan, clenching and shoving myself upwards as I finally let loose. The eruption I let loose is a full body yell, throwing everything up into the air. Cum shoots out of me in several spurts, Fang reassuring me with soft encouragements all the while as she grinds harder and harder to ease me along. 

Shuddering groans pull free from my chest as I thrust a few more times, pumping out my load all across Fang’s legs and up to her chest with fitful bursts. Each clench pushes more than I expect, burning white hot stars of pleasure in my brain as my jizz starts to splatter back down on her. All while my beloved girlfriend urges me on with small caresses of beautiful thighs, ecstatic sighs of satisfaction, and shifting flesh that cannot leave me alone. 

God, what a way to start our day. Our fuck day. Fucking day.

I have cum, and I must cream.

Heh.

Yeah, post-nut clarity is here.

“Damn,” Fang comments. “Now that’s a load. Good job, Anon.” Fang points the camera of the phone over us both, showing the fruit of our efforts. They stare in frank contrast to me, their body barely moving compared to my labored breathing. Two pale fingers shoot up in a victory sign as my lover giggles. “Be sure to get a good idea of what’s to come, babe. Plenty to go around.”

“You don’t know that.”

Fang simply taps the head of my still erect dick, proving her point. It’s almost painful since I’m so sensitive, but not enough to make me pull away.

“Okay.” I sigh, flopping bodily backwards. “Fair enough.”

“Damn right.” She blows a kiss at the phone. “Later. I’ve got to go wring him dry.” The phone stops recording, and Fang flops next to me, cuddling up on my side and wrapping a wing on me. 

“What happened to wringing me dry?”

“Later, later. For now I get to enjoy this. So shut up and enjoy it with me.”

My arm finds hers, meeting it on my chest with a gentle grasp. “If all we did was cuddle like this? I think I could be happy.”

Fang goes to say something, but lets it die away with a subtle sigh before rubbing her face against mine. “You know, you say the best things sometimes when I don’t expect it. Jerk.”

“Hmm. But I love you. So you love jerks, now.”

“Like that. That’s what I expect.” Fang giggles, a melodic little tune that sets my skin buzzing as we draw close. Our kisses are small, yet passionate. Hungry, but lacking the burning lust that we have thrown at each other for the past however many hours. 

“Love you, Fang.”

“Love you back.”

Our little shared moment of affection is then ruined by the inevitability of my stomach roaring to life and demanding to know what the fuck I’m doing. At least Fang feels much the same going by the mirrored rumble I hear in them.

“Breakfast?”

“I guess,” I mutter against their hair. “But I like this more.”

“Yeah, but if you want to survive the rest of the weekend, you’re going to need some food.” Fang yawns, stretching on top of me. “And you’re going to need to hydrate if you want to keep up.”

That sounds like a challenge. Looking them up and down, I flex myself lightly in comparison.

There’s a light stand off.

I lurch forward, grabbing a squawking ptero and hoisting them over one shoulder. Making my way into the kitchen, flustered and resistant woman on top, I start to think about what to cook up for the two of us.

After a particularly strong kick from Fang, I reach up to smack a pale rump. 

“Anon! You dick!”

I smack her again. It makes her flinch, but she does remain quiet.

“Oh my God, you liked that.”

“Sh-shut up.”

Good to know!

Fang growls as they try to wriggle on me. “I am so going to get back at you for this, you bald little--”

“--perfect fucking animal!” Fang’s harsh scream is only muffled by a pillow, but their legs and back arch with every hard plap of flesh I slam into her wriggling quim. 

I enjoy the sight as she’s face down and ass up, two fingers digging deep into her with a jackhammer motion back and forth. Hot fluids run down my arm, and Fang squirms with half-grunts and half-praise as I curl them lightly to hit the sweet spot she told me about earlier. Curling fingers prodding at tightening, slick walls force out shiver after shiver, stealing her ability to remain calm as I fuck her into heap of feathers and twitching limbs.

“Oh GOD.” Fang perks her head up. “W-wait. Wait wait wait wait, you gotta--”

I don’t stop, using my thumb to rub her engorged clit with a vicious certainty. The hot button of pleasure feels like its burning, radiating wanton lust. Merely grazing it brings out some of the best results possible, so when I push down on it?

“FUCKGODAMMNSHIT!” Fang screams, burying her head deep and rocking her hips up. A sudden flash of squirt hits the cushions below us, her poor pussy squeezing my fingers as if trying to break them off. Protracted scream muffled by the pillow in her teeth, my lover holds in place as a tsunami of a release leaves her. A heady smell fills my room, and she flinches off of me while curling up. With her back bowing slightly, Fang hunches over the pillow she had propped underneath. The ptero uses it as a lifeline, shuddering and gasping in uneven breaths as her body does a soft reboot on her seemingly mind-blurring orgasm. Words half-formed tumble from her mouth, eyes closed while her hips jitter and juke.

It’s an intoxicating sight, one that spurs me forward. I feel like I can chop wood with how hard I am. 

As Fang uncurls, I slowly lumber over to her and line myself up with her cheeks. As soon as the head of my dick meets her lips, she gasps. I slide in with no resistance, hilting in one go and making her pull her head up in a wide-eyed gasp. A harsh grunt fills my chest as I feel her try to squeeze me to paste, her hot cunt gushing liquid and trying to pull me in deeper. Humping forward once brings out a squeal, and doing it again has her look up with panicked eyes.

“A-Anon,” she whispers. “I…You…”

“Shhh,” I reply, leaning down to run a kiss down her neck. “Easy. Nice and easy this time.”

She can only nod, pushing out a heady breath while leaning into my small nibbles. Every part of her pulls at me, letting out low gasps as I invade and retreat in a languid pattern. Frantic screams are a thing of the past from just a minute ago as I retreat and advance, slow and steady with the pace. Fang moans, forcing me to grit my teeth as I hold back from unleashing at the way her body coils around mine. Even with her wings pressed into my chest, she presses her body as tightly against me as she can to savor the moment. 

This time, I want us to go slow and savor every bit of this. I want to treat her right. So I savor her sudor, let my hands roam across her tingling flesh, and relish the way she pumps against me with every malingering thrust into her depths. 

I kiss her in the midst of it, heightening her sex-drunk state, holding her lips to mine to properly feel the way she moans into me. It feels calm, far less energetic than it has been thus far, but it burns just as bright.

Ugh, what time is it?

Looking over to the side, I learn a few things at once. One, it’s past midnight. Two, our sheets got kicked off. Three, Fang provided us a feathery blanket in the middle of our sleep. And she has her leg draped over me and looks like she won’t remove it anytime soon. 

My only problem is that I have to pee like a goddamn racehorse.

Fang and I have fucked… everywhere? On the couch, against the table, half on the kitchen island, in the bathroom, and once outside. That last one didn’t last long after a gust of wind sapped the energy out of us with how absolutely frigid it was.

Still, for someone who was a virgin only a few days ago I like to think I’ve done my part here. God, what a wild ride this has been. 

Extracting myself from my lover is a longer process than I like to admit. A wing, a leg, and a needy arm wrapped around me prove to be full of far more half-grumbles from a sleeping saurian compared to desired freedom. Eventually she rolls away, letting me stand up and shuffle through the darkness. 

It’s only when I get in there that I manage to finally smell myself.

Holy Christ, I reek. Is that what sex is like? Stale sweat and love juice?

Mm. I hate that I thought that, I should feel ashamed.

God, I’m tuckered out. At least I have a girlfriend in my bed ready to share some warmth when I get back there. With her long legs, her round ass, pierced nipples that always look like they want an inviting kiss on them…

Crap. I want to pee, not get hard. God dammit.

Grumbling and trying to calm myself takes another minute or two before the deed is done. I stand, careful not to stub a toe on an unlit corner, before making it back to my bed. Carefully getting back to my inviting mattress, I try to gauge if there’s any difference in sound. Deep breathing, no words; she’s probably still asleep. Good.

Sliding in next to her, I stifle a yawn behind a fist. 

A feathered wing rolls over me, settling down with a comforting weight. 

“Love,” the sleepy figure mumbles. “Sleep.”

If this is what she’s going to be like anytime we sleep together, I think I can suffer the physical contact. Oh no, what torture that sounds like. 

A smile plants itself on my face as I nestle in, getting the pillow just right before bringing my beloved in closer. They let out a soft sigh, unconscious and snoring as soon as their beak alights on my chest.

This really couldn’t be a more perfect weekend.

Fang writhes on top of me, sitting on my lap with her legs wrapped around my back. Soft gasps fill the air between us, alongside the small union of wet flesh meeting sweat-soaked scales. Long tresses of hair hang back as they dance their hips back and forth on me, matching my pace as I push myself in and pull myself out. A wonderful, aching pleasure burns along the length of my dick. It’s been abused, sucked, and wrung out more than once already. Yet I can’t help but relish in the delirious succor of her flesh as she tries to work out one last load from me.

We woke up an hour ago. The sun is bright out. Both of us have limited time before we have to split up and end this wonderful weekend.

But there’s something here, a final hurrah. 

It’s proven by the way she moans lightly as I prod something deep inside, growling at the way she wraps around me and tries to seal herself at the entrance.

“God,” I grunt, mindlessly thrusting up and down as Fang pants in tandem with me. “You’re so-- so damn good.”

“You. Too.” Her voice forces out the words, weakly holding on while fighting through our consistent sex. She presses her head against mine, nails taking hold as she growls a command into my ear. “Fuck me, just keep fucking me.”

My lips dip down, my hands sinking into willing flesh as I follow her command. Fang opens her beak wide, sucking down grateful lungs of air as she adjusts to the powerful strokes I put into her. Yet they aren’t as fast or forceful as we had experienced earlier this weekend.

This is a steady coupling, one where I enjoy her every movement as I enjoy hers. My bedroom is soaked in the smell of us--our sweat, cum, and efforts all around. Each little high-voiced pant she gives me spurs me forward, while my grunts and soft gasps drive her forward every second. Neither of us seem to know how to stop, know when to finally give up and call this done. Stopping seems impossible compared to enjoying this moment with each other, making up for weeks upon weeks of latent attraction and not doing anything about it until now.

It’s full of a burning emotion, a connection that goes beyond our indulgent efforts.

“I love you, Fang.” The words flow out so easily, and I try to impart every ounce of my feelings into it. Only I don’t know how to say anything else besides that. “Love. You.” My grey matter fizzles and pops as she clenches on me, eking out a gasp. “I--I never want you to leave.”

“Love you. Love you.” Exact copies of what I said wash over me, Fang suffering from the same short-minded pleasure that refuses to let go of each of us. Time turns into a slurred mush as she moves, and I can feel her walls pressing in around me with her excited grool running out of her alongside the previous loads I left inside. “Ah! Ah!” Hanging her head back, pressing her hips down into mine, she slams home at the base of my dick. “Anon! Anon!”

Nothing else matters for us in the moment but each other. No time, no place, no other worries. Just this connection, and all the intimacy it gives us. 

I can feel myself tightening up, that last bit of lust stirring as it readies an ultimate end. Pain flashes alongside pleasure, creating a worrying mix that crests into a final climax. Words fail me as I reach up and latch on to scaled lips, caressing the inside of their mouth. Fang’s tongue joins me instantly, but it only laps at me with each steady pulse of our hips meeting each other. It’s unclear who takes the lead with my steady prodding of her deepest insides versus her oral dominance as we bring each other to one last burst of energy. 

I gasp, she moans. 

I grab, she scratches. 

I thrust, she shivers.

Despite the aching muscles, sore flesh, and exhaustion creeping in on me, I can’t help but marvel at the moment. It’s the best thing in the world.

Fang rips her mouth free, tightening around me with legs and pussy lips as she starts to ride her final orgasm. Pressure within and without acts as a final vise, her body goading me to dump whatever I have left inside her greedy cunt.

I oblige her, moaning loud and clear while burying myself one last time and shooting everything into her guts.

It makes my partner shudder, leaning back to watch as I let out a nut inside, gasping at every pulse. A slight bulge stands out right above her pussy where I throb, emphasized by matted pubic hair made slick long ago from excess sweat and cum. Rope after rope is squeezed from me, painting her insides white and twisting her features into a mask of ecstasy. Warmth radiates from one and into the other as we ride the waves, cresting and rising in uncertain lengths of time. 

Our ends eventually wash over us, knocking the excitement out of us with inevitable surety. She lets out a long breath, repeating the word ‘hot’ over and over as I stare with her at where we are joined. Heels dig into the sheets behind me, and I can tell from how she trembles that she’s still riding her own wave of pleasure as I continue to pulse and fire off shot after shot of rope. It takes what seems like a minute, but is likely far less, until I finally subside. 

This time I wither almost immediately, my body no longer able to keep erect despite the embodiment of desire sitting on top of me. 

As I fall away, Fang grunts lightly. I can see and smell how much this affected her, with her stomach trembling and the heady aroma of our unwashed bodies all around us. It’s the final day of our weekend together, and I think it’s sufficient to say that we have exhausted ourselves. 

“Raptor-- Raptor Jesus,” Fang mutters, slowly sinking back until I prop them up with both hands. Their own wrap around my neck, adjusting their weight until their butt touches the sheets. Then she falls back, letting out a sigh of relief. “I don’t think I can do anything else.”

“Same,” I gasp. Sweat runs down my everything as I adjust and fall next to them, laying my head on their chest. A rapidly beating heart fills my hearing, and the way their scales burn yet glide against my skin relaxes me far more than I thought possible. “Christ. I think my ass hurts.”

“From…?”

“Thrusting. Cumming.” Lightly moving one leg proves me right as a burning nugget of pain rests right below my tailbone. “Yup. Confirmed.”

“Mmm.” Fang says nothing as she runs a hand on my neck, weakly going up and down without much effort put into it. Going by how we both feel, I would not be surprised if she simply falls asleep at this rate. The notion is tempting me as well.

Then again, she needs to get back home today. And Inco is coming back.

Fuckin’ expectations. Gotta wash off the post-sex funk.

“Ugh,” I moan as I get up, shaky like a newborn deer on weak legs. “Shower.”

Fang replies with upraised arms, beckoning me over. I reach down and lift her without comment, both of us silently enjoying this little ritual of ours. Her weary head rests against my chest, eyes closed in stupefied bliss as she breathes deep. This newfound ritual might be more commonplace as time goes on, or maybe it’s just for this indulgent weekend.

Either way, hell of a thing to finish things off with.

Our shower is an actual shower this time, both of us agreeing that we need to legitimately clean up and get ready for seeing our family members. Washing the little spots in between their wings is fun in an odd way, an intimate moment that tickles my baser instincts. Fang, meanwhile, has too much fun washing my back while letting her fingers trace muscle outlines. 

If my dick didn’t hurt so much I probably would have challenged that. 

A few minutes later and we find ourselves on the living room couch. No smell, no stains left over thankfully due to a last minute cleaning session from yesterday. Fang leans on my shoulder, eyes closed and wrapped in a blanket we share together. 

Neither of us have moved to the kitchen yet, content to only share body warmth and intertwine limbs.

“Christ,” I mumble. “This weekend has been amazing.”

“Sure has,” they happily sigh. “Don’t think I’m going to forget it. And hopefully you won’t either.”

“Don’t think that’s possible. What with it being my first time and all. And for you it’s the first time you had an actual dick, right?”

“Shut up,” she laughs. A grunt follows. “Wow. I don’t think I’m going to want anything for at least a few days.”

“Nothing?”

“Nope. I’m sore and every part of me is exhausted.” Amber eyes float over to me, wry with a hint of amusement. “But I can settle with something like this, all close and wrapped up.”

“Hmm. I can offer something better.”

“What’s that?”

A kiss, actually. And a soft one at that.

Fang enjoys it, nuzzling into my neck afterwards and draping herself over my body. “I can take that. I can enjoy the hell out of it actually.”

“Good. There’s plenty more to come in the future.”

Because I love you, Fang Aaron. And I want to spend far much more time with you, with our girlfriend, and make moments like these for all of us to enjoy.

“Good answer.” A pale ptero hums while running their hand down my chest in circles, refusing to let go. “That sounds like the life, doesn’t it?”

“It sure does.” My eyes close, and I think a bit of sleep starts to drift over me. “It sure does.”

The last thing I hear is Fang humming, a familiar tune that catches my attention as I slowly drift backwards into another dream. 

I want to share this moment with her for the rest of my days.