Time seemed to slow as he brought me towards release. Everything around me fell away, until all that was left was the wet heat of his mouth, the pressure of his fingers, and their translation into the climbing, glimmering tension winding through my body. Like free-falling up into the sky, my body soared towards the pinnacle—and then crashed into ecstasy. My whole body slammed down onto Dain, my hands yanking him hard against me by the horns, my pussy closing around his fingers over and over with flooding waves of pleasure, and my thighs fighting his hands to come together against his face.

Dain didn't stop moving his tongue or fingers, voicing his own enjoyment in a deep groan of pleasure. He brought me through the blinding pleasure with the slide of his tongue and the strength of his fingers, then back down as my vision sparked and as I panted from the exertion. As I slipped towards hypersensitivity, I let go of Dain's horns and put my fingers between his mouth and my clit, blocking his access so that he didn't push me past pleasure into overstimulation.

He made a low sound and kissed my fingers, then leaned back, sliding his wing-fingers out of me and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Around us, the glamor dissolved, returning us to Dain's sitting room and turning the stone of the throne back into a comfortable wood and velvet chair.

I flopped back against the back of it as Dain leaned his face against my thigh, lacing his fingers together over my leg and letting the weight of his arms hang from me. "You are... very good at that," I said at last, sounding completely dazed.

Dain laughed, low and satisfied. "Repeatable experience, then?"

"God, yes," I said, making him laugh again. I looked down at him and smiled. "I never forgot who it was giving me such pleasure, and I never wanted to," I told him, feeling a little shy. I wasn't sure it would feel good for him, to be reminded of how he'd so often felt having sex, but I thought maybe Dain would like the reminder that he was the one I wanted.

He only smiled back at me, soft and content, flicking a snake tattoo as it approached him and breaking the glamor. "I'm glad."

We looked at each other for a few heartbeats, before I asked, still shy, "Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"

"I, ah, have something of a confession to make on that front," Dain replied, flushing as his ears dropped down.

I raised one eyebrow when he didn't say anything after that. "Yeah?"

He blushed harder, an adorable expression on someone like him. "I don't think you thought about it at the time, but those bumblebee pajamas you'd worn for a week you also... orgasmed while wearing. More than once, I think."