She takes a half-step closer to me, and I slide my grip down to her arms, intending to hold her off. Only I fail to do so—if anything, my traitorous hands help ease her across the distance between us. “You smell good,” she says, fully resting her brow on my chest. “I hated your scent before, and now…” Her body quivers anew, making mine follow suit. Craning her neck, she looks up at me. “I can’t get enough of it. It’s like I need it to breathe.”
I force myself to lean back and catch her eyes. “It does not matter how we smell to each other. We are different beings—it cannot happen. And even if it could, I would hurt you for trying. I am large even for my kind, so large I was once hunted because of it. I am… much bigger than yours. What if I lose control?”
Watching her flesh pinken further, the color sweeping down her neck and bare arms, does no good for the pressure in my middle. An annoyed growl rips from my throat as Icontinue to fight a battle I don’t even know if I want to win: every instinct and desires are at war with my common sense.
Sabrina taps her fingers against my stomach. “Darolus, I’m not saying we should have sex… I’m saying we should make each other feel better with some heavy petting.”
Petting?“You want to be… petted?”
I have thought of her as a pet; it has sometimes felt like I’m keeping one. But I never considered if she wanted that too. Does she?
Smiling up at me, she tilts her head to the side and her long black hair tumbles over her shoulder, brushing the backs of my fingers. “When you put it that way… yes.”
I bite back another groan, suddenly imagining doing that—putting my hands on her and running them wherever I please, finding all the places she likes being touched the most. The idea destroys the last of my resistance in one fell swoop.
Petting her will be safe. I can keep my hands gentle.“I will pet you,” I grunt, eager to do exactly that, “if that is what you want.” The palms of my hands tingle. I wonder where she wants me to stroke her first. Her hair? Her feet? I could pet her all I want, all of her, without hurting her.
She does not respond, and I cannot seek permission in her eyes, for they have dropped to stare between us once again. I try to get her attention, unnerved by the way she is staring at my bulge so intensely, by slipping one of my hands up her arm to pet the side of her head first. “No… sex,” I repeat the word she used, remembering it from stories in the orb I had, long ago. “I will not mate you.” The words leave my mouth thickened by the hiss building in my chest as my bulge seems to expand and push harder at my slit, on the cusp of emerging.
The sensation is unfamiliar, though I have always known the purpose of my slit and what is kept behind it. I have seen other males with their stems released, seen them mate a female. But until now, I have been proud to have never experienced an overwhelming desire to release my own. I knew back then, as I still do, if it ever happened, if I ever succumbed, I would have to send the female far away so as not to breed her. But this female only wants petting. That, I can do.
Sabrina shivers again and her hands slide down my front, toward my partially opened slit. I know I should stop her; I should let my head clear and seek those behind the deep door for help, but as her touch slips closer to my center, I find it impossible to do so. All I am capable of is inhaling her alluring scent and wanting more.
I cant back on my tail to make space to watch her explore, and pleasure floods me the moment her hands slide down the front of my tail and over my straining slit. “Youarea big…male.You’re releasing a lot of pheromones,” she murmurs, and something more I do not understand as she skims her fingers down to the bottom of my long slit. She strokes them back up, petting me the way I thought I was going to pet her, tickling the tips of her fingers over me.
“I’ve been wanting to touch you,” she says, her voice quiet. “To feel your scales…”
I close my eyes and moan as she rubs me—caressing me with her fingertips, cupping me with her palm. I am so lost in the new sensations that at first I do not realize she is bending into me, not until her tongue licks over my stomach.
Freezing, all logical thought vanishes with the shy slide and dab of her tongue. My eyes fly open and, staring down at her, I am awestruck as it roams down my frontand toward my bulge. All my reservations disappear at the feel of her mouth on the most sensitive part of my body. Part of me tells me to cling to the thought that this is not right, but it is impossible to hold onto. “Ssssabrina,” I hiss her name deeply, disturbed by how much I need to release my sex and push it inside of her.
Suddenly nothing else matters. However I do this, it needs to be done. Trembling all over, my tail thumps the floor hard.
“Darolus,” she breathes my name against my flesh, her lips moving to the words, making my blood race and my nerve endings quiver. “I feel like I might… I’m sorry… I… I feel horny. Tell me to stop.”
Confused, I peer down at her through half-mast eyes, searching for horns. “There are no horns on your body,” I pant.
She is silent for a moment. Then she chuckles against me.
Like it has a will of its own, my slit gives way, the muscles keeping it closed collapsing, releasing the monstrous appendage within. I gasp, and Sabrina jerks back in surprise as it erupts out and upon her, but she grasps it fearlessly before it sags heavily against my tail. When her soft hands close around it, my head falls back from the stunning burst of pleasure. Baring my fangs to the ceiling, I drag her whole body against mine, holding her lithe form to my throbbing length. Helplessly I shove it against her, winding my tail around her to keep her where I need.
“Darolus!” She wiggles against me as I grip her arms tightly, partially lifting her off the floor. Releasing my stem, she grabs my shoulders and, upon the next shove, jumps into my arms and clasps my sides with her thighs. Pushingher whole body against mine, she rocks as I thrust into the cradle of her hips.
I thrust again and her legs hook around my waist as she climbs me higher, her hips undulating against me, grinding on me as hard as I am her.
“God, you’re big,” she whines, her voice breathless and nice. Too nice. Everything about her is nice. I try to remember to keep my grasp soft, to remember how much smaller she is, but a haze of pleasure and instinct has taken over my mind and made such concerns seem meaningless. Somehow, I convince my hands to loosen, letting her take over as I lean back on a curve of my tail. Reaching for her black hair instead, I run my hands over it, through it. Clasping it between my fingers, I relish the silky texture, taking my time to relearn the feel of it—like water dripping through my fingers.
“You really are large,” she says, sounding huffy again, rubbing along my length in a sinuous dance. “I knew you had to have a cock somewhere.”
“I am,” I agree with a grunt. “Large.”
My stem seems to get longer and fuller each time she moves up and down, her body guiding its release from my own. Now that it is no longer contained by a wall of muscle, the hot pressure of arousal is filling it, hardening it, flooding me from the inside. Her clothes abrade me, but it is not enough discomfort to dull the pleasure, and I am too overcome with amazing sensations to stop long enough to remove them. Instead, I want more, I want to see what elseshecan do tome.
Sensations streak, blasting my senses. She moans as I lean farther back, practically lying on my tail so she is able to sink firmly atop me. Arching up, she presses her hands against my stomach, using all her slight weight to rockagainst my length. Running my hands up and down her arms, her sides, through her luscious hair, I watch and feel, holding back for fear I might frighten her away or hurt her.
She is not afraid when she should be. But her lack of fear eases my own.
My chest tightens with affection. Reaching through the veil of black silk to cup her cheek, I lift her chin to look at her face.
