She's hooked now

Anivia lay before me, her body trembling and uncoordinatedly twitching, utterly spent from the intensity of her numerous orgasms. Her eyes fluttered open, a look of profound satisfaction mixed with exhaustion in their icy depths. She tried to speak, her voice shaky and weak, barely more than a whisper.

"John...," she stammered, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I'm so... happy... you used me like this... explored every part... of my human form... pushed me to these... unimaginable heights..."

Even in her weakened state, she managed to push herself onto her hands and knees, slowly crawling toward me. Her movements were unsteady, her limbs shaking with effort. She reached me and collapsed against my chest, her naked body pressing into mine. Her breasts flattened against me, her nipples hard from both the cool night air and the lingering waves of pleasure.

Anivia's lips found mine, and she kissed me with an intensity that took my breath away. Her tongue explored my mouth, tasting and savoring every inch. She moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through me and making my heart race. Her hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, as if trying to meld our bodies into one.

"Please, John," she whispered against my lips, her voice full of need. "Let me feel you... let me undress you and feel your warmth..."

I nodded, giving her permission to proceed. Her hands were trembling but determined as she started to undress me, her touch a mix of tenderness and urgency. She removed my shirt first, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles as she slid it off. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in my bare chest, and she leaned in to kiss and lick my skin, her cool tongue leaving a trail of sensation in its wake.

Next, she moved to my pants, her hands fumbling slightly in her eagerness. She managed to unbutton and unzip them, then slid them down my legs along with my shoes and socks. I stood before her in just my boxers, feeling her gaze travel over my body, her eyes dark with desire.

"You're so warm," she murmured, her hands gliding over my thighs and up to my waist. "I want to feel all of you..."

With that, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and gently pulled them down. My hard shaft sprang free, and Anivia gasped, her eyes widening in shock and awe.

"Oh, John," she breathed, her voice trembling with amazement. "You're... so big. I've seen some of the male champions in my bird form, but none of them were even half as large as you."

Her words sent a thrill through me, and I watched as she reached out to touch me. Her cool hands wrapped around my shaft, her fingers stroking me with a mix of curiosity and reverence. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Anivia's eyes remained fixed on my erection as she began to explore it with her mouth. She started by kissing the tip, her lips soft and cool, then slowly took me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting and teasing, while her hands continued to stroke my length.

The sensation was indescribable. Her mouth was a perfect blend of coolness and moisture, yet there was an underlying warmth that enveloped me completely. It was like being caressed by a divine mixture of ice and fire, and it drove me wild with desire.

Anivia moaned softly as she took more of me into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Her cool, wet tongue glided over my shaft, exploring every ridge and vein. She pulled back slightly, her lips creating a tight seal around the tip, then plunged down again, taking me deeper each time.

Her hands continued to play with my balls, gently squeezing and massaging them, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I could feel the coolness of her touch contrasting with the heat building inside me, and it was an intoxicating sensation.

Anivia's pace quickened, her mouth moving faster and more insistently over my length. She took me as deep as she could, her throat tightening around me, then pulled back to swirl her tongue around the head before plunging down again. The combination of her mouth and hands was driving me to the edge, and I could feel the pressure building within me.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with lust and desire. "You taste... so good," she murmured around my shaft, her words sending vibrations through me. "I want to make you feel as incredible as you made me feel."

I could only moan in response, the pleasure overwhelming my senses. Anivia's cool, skilled mouth worked me relentlessly, her tongue and lips creating sensations that bordered on the surreal. The duality of her touch—cool and moist yet somehow warm—was driving me wild.

Her hands continued their exploration, one hand stroking my shaft in time with her mouth while the other gently massaged my balls. The combined sensations were too much, and I could feel myself approaching the brink.

"Anivia... I'm going to..." I managed to gasp, but she didn't slow down. If anything, she intensified her efforts, her mouth moving faster, her tongue swirling more insistently.

With a final, deep thrust, I reached my peak. My body tensed, and I exploded into her mouth, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. Anivia didn't falter; she took every drop, her throat working to swallow it all. Some of my release escaped the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin.

Her eyes never left mine as she continued to milk me dry, her hands and mouth working in perfect harmony. The sight of her—this majestic, mythical being—pleasuring me with such intensity and devotion was almost too much to bear.

Finally, when there was nothing left to give, she released me with a soft, wet pop. She sat back on her heels, a look of deep satisfaction and wonder in her eyes. A trickle of my essence had escaped the corners of her mouth, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. But she didn't just wipe it away—she licked her hand clean, savoring every last drop with a greedy, almost feral hunger.

Anivia's eyes closed for a moment as she savored the taste, a soft moan escaping her lips. She looked at her hand, still wet with my release, and brought it to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick every drop from her fingers. She was thorough, her movements deliberate and sensual, ensuring that not a single bit was wasted.

She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to clean every trace from my thighs and lower abdomen, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste. Her hands followed, stroking and caressing, spreading the remnants of my release over my skin and then licking them off with slow, deliberate movements.

"Thank you, John," she said softly, her voice tinged with awe and satisfaction. "I've never felt anything like this... It's beyond anything I could have imagined."

I pulled her into a gentle embrace, feeling the coolness of her skin against mine. "You are incredible, Anivia," I whispered, holding her close. "Thank you for sharing this with me."