Her lips are wet and glistening, open around her panting breaths, and her cheeks have gone from pink to red. The glazed heat in her eyes enchants me. “You are beautiful,” I rumble. I could stare at her all day and never be bored, happy to have such a beautiful treasure in my trove.
Her lips rise into another smile as she laughs breathily. Then her eyes abruptly sharpen. “Just heavy petting, okay?” she says, though it comes across as a question.
“Heavy… petting,” I agree, then narrow my own eyes in return as I cup the back of her neck and squeeze. “I will make you my pet if that is what you want, female.”
Her shoulders rise and fall as she chuckles again. “If anyone’s going to be the pet here, naga, it’s going to be you.”
Ihmph,unconvinced, and watch as she sits up, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and tugging it over her head. Her long hair goes tumbling once more when she tosses the shirt aside, and suddenly her human breasts are on display, showing off two tight pink nipples. I thrust my hips up hard, into her; she bounces on me and grabs at my chest to brace before settling the crux between her open thighs right above my stem.
Coiling my tail, I create a barrier around us. In the hushed circle of my massive tail, her amusement gently fades and silence takes over, only broken up by airy inhales and a deep, building hiss I cannot prevent. She runs herhands over my chest, shoulders, and arms, feeling me as she presses down heavily against my length, rubbing her bottom against it, and I explore her as well, gliding my own hands over her head, hair, and arms, trailing them to her folded legs. Long and supple, and clutching my tail on either side, they are strange to me, unique in the way they bend and spread and end in another set of ten digits.
Sabrina starts to kick and chastise me when I trace the shape of her bare feet. “Stop! I’m ticklish. Not my feet!”
“Ticklish?” I remove my hands swiftly, and slide them back up her legs to her waist.
“My skin doesn’t like being handled down there,” she explains, grunting as she rises up again, unbuttons her pants, and works them off her legs one at a time. Then she is wearing nothing but a scrap of cloth between her legs.
“Take the rest off,” I demand, knowing that if she has a place to be seeded, it will be under her clothes and between her legs. “I want to see you. All of you. I do not wear armor over my form. It is only fair.”
She squirms lower and runs her mouth up my stem. “Fair? Who said anything about being fair?”
I jerk against her, forgetting about her clothes. My newly released sex is sensitive beyond belief and aches the more she touches me down there. Each new swell of sensation tests my control, weakening it—perhaps it is for the best that her sex remains hidden…
In a graceful undulation, Sabrina swipes her tongue from my stem all the way up my body, over my neck and jaw, ending at my lips. I carefully circle my arms around her as she rubs her soft mouth over mine, lashing her tongue out to lick me there too.
Tasting myself, tasting her, I haul her up against me, picking her up to take her to my nest. When I lay her uponit, she arches upward and presses her lips to mine again. “Kiss me back,” she whispers.
I open my mouth against hers, and her tongue slips inside of me: gentle, teasing, and silky wet. My own immediately comes forward to meet her invasion, forked and long where hers is singular and blunt. Sighing, she rocks up against me, and my hands roam her skin, my fingers spreading out to touch the entirety of her. Trying to contain my eagerness, I finally start petting her in earnest, caressing her everywhere I can reach.
Soon, driven by the slip of her tongue along mine, I push into her mouth and bring the invasion to her body. Her fingers fan my chest, the pads of them teasing over the small scales that dot my sides, testing them with her fingertips. “You’re much softer than you look.”
“You are exactly as soft as you look.” I scoop my arms under her body and lift her into an embrace. She relaxes into my hold as I roll us over, rubbing my appendage up into her barely covered skin when she rests astride me once more. She may not have a tail, but she is as female as she can be, her unusual human musk of arousal driving me close to the edge of restraint. The temptation to take her completely is nearly overwhelming.
I thrust against her again with a grunt, mimicking the actions of a true mating.
My stem engorges, growing thicker and harder still, and the more it expands, the worse the ache in my center gets. Reaching between us to grab my shaft, my fingers wrap around the knot in my sensitive flesh. Seemingly following my lead, Sabrina reaches between us and grips my stem’s tip, right above my own fist. As she twists her hand, pleasure mounts, relieving some of my stem’s ache, and I jerk into her touch. “More,” I immediately demand.
She slides down my front and hovers over me, taking away my view of her open mouth with the veil of her hair. Her tongue returns, first to my tip, then, after she pushes my hand off my prick, to the dense throb of my knot. She strokes and licks me at the same time, and my head falls back as exquisite sensations course through me, almost too much for me to withstand. My sex stiffens entirely outward from my slit, swollen with pleasure. Just when I think it can stretch no further, hot liquid gushes from the tip, dripping down the sides, smoothing the motion of her hand.
Loud, rumbling hissing erupts from my throat, unbidden. I feel Sabrina, purr and run her tongue up the side of my shaft to catch some of the pearly fluid. The mere idea of her tasting me makes me feel like I am about to explode. Nothing could be more pleasurable than what I am experiencing now.
But she proves that wrong when she places her mouth over my tip and sucks.
FOURTEEN
RECKLESS
Sabrina
I’ve never been sohorny, hungry, and desperate all at once.
I lash Darolus with my tongue, greedily licking up his seed, sucking what I can in my mouth each time I pump out more. I’m distantly aware that something strange is happening to me and that it has something to do with the way he smells, but too turned on to care. Not only does the great big naga have a great big cock, it’s exactly where I thought it must be: behind the faint seam I’ve noticed in his front tail, under his hips. With the taste of his scent in my mouth, thick with the earthy, bitter flavor of his seed, I can think of little else but getting more of it inside of me.
Until his return, I’d been wallowing in his nest, breathing in his scent like I might die if I didn’t.
He’s here now and I’m very much alive.
I hum against his hard flesh, worshiping his taste, his cock, with my mouth. Like a fountain to feast from, Icircle my tongue in lazy swirls up and down his shaft, squeezing it, and the knot in the middle, with my hands, seeking more of his seed. When another spurt erupts, I lick it up, cleaning him thoroughly, sliding my tongue around his base and along his wide-open slit to catch every drop. He tastes so good. I eagerly run my mouth over him harder, wanting—needing everything he can give me.
