Praise From The Mountain Tops (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 392)

The Fire part of Calcine loved good sex. Not just the feeling of skin and the press of a body against a hard cock, though those were things to savor, but the intimacy that came from being inside someone. Especially when she was as big as she was now, Morgan was placing a massive amount of trust in Calcine's hands and hips. It'd be easy to take Morgan apart with a heavy, ass-thumping thrust. The temptation to do it was exciting, especially with that beautiful, round ass bouncing with every grind of Calcine's hips. The soft flutter of dark feathers from Morgan's tail only drew more attention to it, how it trembled with every gasp Morgan made as Calcine's fingers brushed over the curve and deep into the soft, downy feathers underneath.

There was an incredible pleasure in having an ass this nice to grind against, soft, round, and perfectly shaped to cushion every heavy, rolling thrust. Calcine couldn't get enough of it, but again, it was about intimacy. Having a fantastic ass to thump wasn't what got her fires really roaring. It was how Morgan had offered up this perfect, fuckable ass to someone who could easily break her in two. Letting Calcine use that thick cock and all her heavy weight took an incredible amount of trust.

Sexy, intoxicating trust.

It was not a small thing to give Calcine, and it deserved more than just giving in to the heat. As much as she wanted to grip Morgan's hips tight and cum in her until both their bodies and minds gave out, that alone wouldn't be enough. Not tonight.

Calcine leaned in close, her breath warm against Morgan's ear. "Hey," she whispered, nuzzling into the soft collar feathers, "how are you doing? Still with me?"

Morgan let out a breathy moan and weakly squeezed the pillows in front of her. "I want more," she'd whispered softly after catching her breath. Then, with a shaky little grin and her voice still trembling, she added, "Feel like I've had a mountain dropped on me, but it turns out that's a lot more fun than it sounds."

Calcine chuckled low into Morgan's throat, the sound reverberating into Morgan's neck. She shifted her weight slightly, letting her cock grind in just enough to make them both shiver. The warmth of Morgan's body wrapped around her like silk. Calcine couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips as she arched her back and straightened up, towering over the Murkrow spread out before her.

"Fuck." Morgan gasped. "I'm glad you're struggling as much as me, or I'd feel so useless right now."

"You always give your best," Calcine said, her voice husky with heat. She used her grip on Morgan's ass to grind slowly, and Morgan let out a broken moan, her body clenching around Calcine. Then tension slowly faded as her lover's body adjusted to accept her. Calcine waited for Morgan to get comfy before stroking along her back until her fingertips brushed Morgan's ears. "You gave me this ass and it's perfect."

"Could be better."

"Well, you are the expert, but for me, it's perfect," Calcine said, giving the plush rump a squeeze. "And I'm going to fuck it right. Because you deserve it."

Calcine's hips rolled her hips nice and slow, her cock sinking deep and dragging a sweet gasp from Morgan's lips. She made her feel it and enjoy the luxurious grinding of bodies and the steady, loving stretch as Calcine's thick cock worked deeper into this beautiful bird she'd gotten to enjoy for the night. Morgan's arms had started flailing as she lost control, so Calcine scooped up her hands. She laced their fingers tightly and then clasped the hands so she could gently guide Morgan into a roll onto her side. It let Calcine spoon in behind, one massive arm wrapped around Morgan's middle while the other steadied her hip. Feathers fluttered along Morgan's spine with every thrust, mashing against Calcine's breasts as she bounced in her lap, her body shivering delightfully against Calcine's skin.

"Fuck me," Morgan whispered, her voice breaking into a moan as Calcine gave a slow, deep thrust that ground against her insides. "Fuck! You're so deep. This isn't fair."

Calcine kissed her neck, lips soft on damp skin. "You're taking it perfectly and deserve every inch of it."

"I've never been this good," Morgan groaned, but she had a big smile on her lips, so Calcine didn't let up. Every slight hum of satisfaction in Morgan's throat was praise enough to make Calcine's Steam Engine burn hotter.

"No backtalk, you deserve this," Calcine said firmly, hips pressing in again, firm and gentle to fill Morgan completely. Giving her the whole length made Calcine's mind crackle; it was almost too much for her to stand. She could feel the shape of herself inside Morgan, could see the faint bulge pressing up against her lower belly as her cock nestled in impossibly deep. It made her heart throb with a possessive need. Morgan had taken her, all of her, and that meant she was so unbelievably deep in this bird. Knowing how much of Morgan she'd claimed drove Calcine wild.

Calcine squeezed her hands over the plush curves of Morgan's ass, fingers digging in possessively, then slid them up through the trembling feathers along her hips and back, relishing the soft textures. She pulled Morgan tighter into her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing her chest flush to Morgan's back. Her heavy breasts smushed warmly against the back of Morgan's head, enveloping her in stone-firm softness, her hat perched atop Calcine's cleavage. The point of it bobbed madly in Calcine's view as Morgan squirmed, overwhelmed, and panting, her body helplessly weak in Calcine's grasp, and Calcine loved it. Loved the way Morgan writhed, loved how completely she was yielding under her touch.

This beautiful, gasping woman melting into her strength was a surrender Calcine had never seen from Morgan before. Morgan had finally let herself be vulnerable, and it hit Calcine like a blow to the chest. She wrapped her arms tighter around her, hugging her close until there was no space left between them. Her whole body curved protectively around her smaller lover. 

"I'll always be here for you," Calcine said, hoping Morgan could still think straight to hear. "Any time you want something to come back to, you've got a space in my arms."

Morgan's head rolled back against her breasts, the brim of her hat crumpling slightly between Calcine's cleavage. Calcine couldn't get a kiss in, not with Morgan nestled so tightly into her chest and the brim of the hat in the way, but she didn't mind. Instead, she reached up with one hand, gently brushing her fingers beneath the rim of the hat to stroke the soft spot just behind the base of one ear, where feathers met skin. The contact was light, but it still made Morgan shiver. Calcine's touch lingered there, circling slowly as Morgan trembled delightfully in her arms. With a slow grind of her hips, Calcine stirred her cock deep inside, and Morgan gasped and ground her head into Calcine's palm, trying to focus by smushing her face into Calcine's skin.

Calcine cradled that face, brushing her thumb gently along Morgan's cheek as she held her steady. She brought two fingers to Morgan's lips, and Morgan took them without hesitation, suckling slowly. Calcine's breath hitched at the way Morgan's tongue curled around her digits, just relishing getting a taste of her. The slow, rhythmic slide of her cock inside that perfect ass and the soft, wet suck on her fingers combined was almost too much. Every squirm from Morgan sent sparks dancing across her nerves. Calcine had got herself into a dangerous situation with slick, clenching heat below and a velvet tongue above. She'd just have to do what she was made for and endure. 

They stayed like that for a while, Calcine rocking her hips in shallow, lazy thrusts, savoring the closeness of their bodies and Morgan's soft gasps. She let the silence stretch, filled only by the sound of their breath and the wet sounds of Morgan's mouth. It felt like it went on forever, and that was fine because it was a good forever to be stuck in.

"So full," Morgan murmured, voice fogged with bliss.

"Deserved," Calcine said, "Want more?"

"Fuck me up," Morgan nodded. "It's time." 

Calcine held Morgan carefully, her huge hands delicately holding the curve of those precious hips. With a low, shuddering groan, she pulled out slowly, head spinning as every bit of Morgan's insides tried to cling onto her. It was entirely unsurprising that the motion dragged a long, blissful moan from both of them. When Calcine's shaft finally slipped free, slick and pulsing, Morgan twitched and whimpered beneath her, her body fluttering from the absence.

Calcine held Morgan steady through the tremors, her massive form a wall of strength for Morgan to draw on. When Morgan's breath started to even out, Calcine didn't wait; she lined herself up and pushed back in with a hungry, claiming thrust.

Morgan hissed through her teeth, her whole body jolting as Calcine's cock surged into her again. The tight, slick heat clamped down hard around that thick, pounding length, and a guttural growl tore from Calcine's chest. Morgan's body gripped her like it didn't want to let go like it was trying to drag her even deeper. Calcine was happy to give Morgan's body what it wanted, savoring the stretch and the trembling moans spilling from Morgan's lips. Every inch she reclaimed sent a pulse of pleasure through her core as the slow, relentless grind opened Morgan up all over again. It was aggressive, yes, but Calcine didn't just want to fuck her stupid. She wanted to remind her she belonged here with Calcine and how good it felt to give in to that feeling.

Morgan's fingers clawed at Calcine's thigh, but all she could do was draw a few thin lines over the firm muscle. The scratches only made Calcine's heart burn hotter. She couldn't help herself; she pressed Morgan forward into the cushions and bent herself near double to kiss Morgan between the shoulders, lips pressed down firm as she drove another inch deeper.

Morgan whimpered, hips twitching. "Calcine! You're… fuck!"

Calcine grinned, pride surging. "That's it. Let me hear you."

She pulled back slowly, letting Morgan feel every thick inch sliding out before pushing in again with just a little more force. The floorboards creaked with every slow, powerful stroke, and Morgan's moans were getting raw, each one squeezed out of her lungs by the pressure mounting inside. Calcine could feel her unraveling, and she was going to drop a few thoughts into Morgan's ears while she was too overwhelmed to have her guard up.

"You're going to remember this," Calcine groaned, rolling her hips in a long, grinding motion that made Morgan cry out. "Me deep in you, dragging all these feelings out, and you're going to remember I adored every second of it. I love you, Morgan, and I want you to feel it deep."

Morgan barely responded, her mouth slack with pleasure, words slurring as her mind turned to mush. Her whole body vibrated with need, overwhelmed by just how thorough a pounding she was getting. Calcine leaned over her back and said firmly, "Too much? I can stop. I don't want to push you."

Morgan's head shook violently, feathers splaying. "No! More. Please."

That was all Calcine needed.

She picked up the pace, her control still ironclad, but the strokes coming more confidently now. Every time she bottomed out, Morgan cried out as if it were the first time all over again, and Calcine praised her through it all.

"Good girl. You're so brave for me."

"You're taking it so well. So fucking well."

"I'm so proud of you."

The words melted Morgan, her body clamped tight every time, fluttering around Calcine's cock like the praise alone would make her come. And maybe it would. She was close. Calcine could feel it. The way Morgan trembled beneath her, hips bucking wildly even as her legs gave out. Calcine eased off with a groan, pulling halfway out and rubbing Morgan's back soothingly as her cock throbbed with a need to bury itself.

"Breathe," Calcine whispered, resting her heavy chest across Morgan's back for just a moment, smothering her with warmth and weight. "You're doing amazing. But I need you with me for this last bit."

Morgan whimpered. "I am. I am. I just ... you're too much."

"I know." Calcine kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder. "But you're handling it. You always do. Let me give you what you need."

The pace built again. Calcine's body felt like it was radiating power in anticipation, her arms braced on either side of Morgan's body as she rocked into her, each pounding thrust a test of Morgan's limits. Morgan took it all, crying out with every ass-clapping stroke, her body tightening and clenching around Calcine so beautifully. Talking anymore was useless; all Calcine got back was soft whimpers and broken pleas, so Calcine held Morgan through to the end, cradling her hips, murmuring soft praise as she felt her own pleasure build, heat bubbling up her spine and down through her cock.

It was close, but Calcine held on just long enough. Only when Morgan let out a long, high wail and clenched around her, trembling in full-body release, did Calcine finally let herself go. She grunted as her hips slammed forward one last time, flooding Morgan with molten pleasure, her whole body tensing as the climax ripped through them both.

Morgan collapsed under her, arms useless, legs shaking. She was a sweaty, gasping mess, and she was smiling ear to ear.

Calcine held her close, slowly easing out and guiding Morgan to her side. Her cock was still half-hard, slick and twitching, and raw, but she pushed past the uncomfortable soreness and focused on her girl.

Morgan curled into her without a word, eyes half-lidded, lips parted with bliss.

"You okay?" Calcine asked softly, brushing sweaty hair out of her face.

Morgan hummed, dazed but happy. "Perfect."

Calcine smiled, "Good. You deserve that. All of it."

"I needed this," Morgan whispered. "Not just the fucking, though I really need that too. But you. Holding me."

Calcine wrapped her arms around her, blanketing her in warmth. "That's what I'm here for."

"You're good at it. I'm so happy I met you. I needed someone to lean on."

Morgan grew quiet as she melted back into Calcine's embrace. It wasn't long before Morgan fell asleep, wrapped in Calcine's massive arms, whistling a snore with her head pressed into Calcine's chest.

Feeling the Fire Stone's power guttering, Calcine let herself drift off too. She'd taken Morgan apart and hopefully put her back together in a better state. The relaxed bird against her chest felt cozy, and Calcine didn't think she could bear the hurt of leaving. 

She just had to hope perfect was good enough.