“Cock?” he asks.
I chuckle breathlessly. “Your sex. That's what humans call it. And this is my pussy.”
He nods in understanding, then his mouth descends on my center once more.
Shooting straight inside me, his tongue presses deep within, filling me up. I jerk, gasping in surprise as the thick, wet appendage takes me like a small cock. I didn’t expect his tongue to be so muscled. Or soforceful. Grabbing onto his shoulders, I dig my nails into his skin when it strokes across my inner walls, thrilling me with his soft licking.
Slowly, he pulls his tongue out and pushes it back in, taking the time to taste me everywhere. I whimper and press my sex against his face. With him so much bigger than me, his head and torso dwarf my lower half, spreading me wide, adding to the delicious pressure. Being caged by his larger body should be frightening, except the thrill inside me only grows.
Giving into it, I reach down and cover the backs of his hands with my own where he holds my thighs open.
His body vibrates all around me,insideme, as his hisses ebb and flow with the thrusting of his tongue. Releasing my thighs, he caresses my sides, stomach, and breasts, touchingno particular place but all of them all at once as much as he can. A little clumsy in his handling, yes, but I find it endearing. He took the meaning of ‘petting’ to heart.
Growling, he rises, lifting my hips with him so my shoulders dip low and my head drops back. Supported by his tail but still nearly vertical, I can feel his monstrous cock nudging against my back as I writhe into the dizzying pleasure. His bitter scent pools in my nose and mouth as he releases seed beneath me. The liquid spreads under my shoulders as arch with each swipe of his tongue, ignited with pleasure, my toes curling as my teeth scrape my bottom lip.
“There,” I gasp when the harder, forked tip of his tongue probes my g-spot for the first time. I grab his head. “Right, there!”
Rocking with more force, I thrust my hips into his face. His hands envelop my waist to hold me still as he jabs his tongue into my most sensitive wall.
“Yessss,” I whine, grinding into him one final time, orgasming on his tongue. “Yes!”
Gasping, I wriggle until he lets me sink back into his flexing tail and take a moment to catch my breath. Swiping some of his seed off his tail with my fingers, I bring it to my mouth to lick it off while riding out the waves of my climax. And though I’m coming down, Darolus only licks me harder, groaning against me, swallowing whatever he can.
I run my hands over his smooth head. “Thank you,” I whisper, unsure why, uncurling my toes and curling them again with each flutter of lingering orgasm.
He pauses, pulls his tongue out from me, and rises up to look at me, my wetness smeared all over his cheeks and lips. For a time, we stare at each other in the darkness, our chests rising and falling.
How fast things have changed.
They’re a lot less boring now.
“Thank you?” he asks, his voice rough. I shiver, still tingling in languid ripples.
“For the orgasm. For being here? I don’t know,” I huff, shifting my legs off his shoulders and bringing them under me to kneel on his tail. He starts to move it, sliding the coils out of the nest to make room for me to climb into the hides, but I shake my head no and reach for the dim outline of his cock.
Emboldened to at least try, I wrap my mouth around the tip and lick the seed off.
He hisses at me from the darkness.
“Remember where your tongue was inside me, naga?” I ask, my own voice now rough with desire too, even to my own ears.
“How can I forget,” he says, reaching his hands out to run them all over me once more. “I will do so again if you allow it.”
“Calm down, big boy. I want to try something else first.” Gently I cup his cock with both hands, and it thrums under my palms. “I want to put this inside of me.”
He growls and, to my surprise, takes a hold of my hands and pulls them off of him.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, worried all over again that I’ve pushed too hard.
“I agreed to petting, but I do not agree to hurting and killing you. We talked about thissss.”
“Hurting and killing me?” I laugh and nudge a little closer to him. “You might stretch me but I don’t think your cock will kill me.”
“It makessss no difference. It will not work anyway.”
It’s strange, having this conversation in the darknesswhere I can’t really see his expressions. It’s strange having this conversation at all. Somehow, though, the darkness also makes the words easier; it gives me courage to push through the racing of my heart. “How do you know that? Your shape isn’t so dissimilar that we couldn’t try. I can stay on top and?—”
“And if I breed you, what then?” Darolus demands.
