My body tumbles over the edge on the next jab of his tongue and I orgasm hard, rocking my sex eagerly over his mouth and face. “Oh, god, yes!” I cry out, riding out the waves of my climax. “Yes! Yes… yes… yes…”
When it becomes too much, too sensitive, I push away from him and collapse again onto my hides, panting wildly. “Darolus, you can’t just—” I start to protest as my rational mind comes back.
He cups my thighs and reopens them, driving back down between them, growling, “I want to be inside you.”
I inhale sharply, and smell his pungent seed—his orgasm—without seeing or feeling it. The scent rocks me to my core, strong as any drug. When his tongue digs back inside me, my body jerks, and I immediately constrict around it, quickly losing my senses to pleasure again. Looking to return the favor, I try to reach for his cock, only to find his tail blocking me.
He hisses deep and I go rigid, forgetting about his cock as I feel a second orgasm being coaxed to the surface, the first practically rolling right into another. Gritting my teeth, I start undulating against his face all over again as it takes me under.
This time when I push him off me, I simultaneously shove him back and climb atop of him. He tears from my pussy with an angry hiss as he goes, his forked tongue glistening when he licks his lips. A blush blooms across my face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I straddle his waist, feeling his monstrous cock bump against my ass. With hungry half-mast eyes staring up at me, he’s almost frightening when I remember he’s not human. No, he’s something else entirely.
And I don’t care.
“I want you inside me,” I parrot his words back at him, willing to brave him.
I slide down to sit directly on his cock and rub myself along it, moaning when my clit bumps along his knot, this time with no flimsy barrier between us. Reaching down,I gather some of his seed and bring it to my lips, closing my eyes with pleasure when his flavor bursts on my tongue.
“Female,” he groans. He’s watching me like he’s about to pounce, his gaze fierce and mystified as I rock against him. It empowers me, knowing he likes this new thing between us as much as I do. “I do not see how I can possssibly fit my prick inside of you where my tongue wassss.”
Rolling my hips, so slick I slip easily up and down his length, I smile. “Don’t underestimate a woman.”
He licks his lips again, his eyes roaming over my naked, dripping form greedily. My wet skin prickles under his perusal, both thrilled and chilled by the look in his eyes.
“Imagine it though,” I whisper down at him. “Imagine being inside of me.” I grind slowly up and down his length, giving him a taste. “Imagine what it would feel like.”
His gaze narrows and his lips part to reveal his sharp fangs. His nostrils flare as a long, low hiss leaves his mouth.
Reaching between us, I cup his knot and squeeze it.
His tail snaps, and I bounce as his whole body moves. Settling back on him a little lower, fully on his thick, wide tail, I brace my feet against the floor as I take hold of his massive cock with both hands. Stroking it lightly with my palms, seed leaks out of him, and I lean down to lick it up.
Perched with his tip rubbing my lips, I slide my hands up and down his engorged length. From his slit, it swells outward to thicken most in the middle, then tapers off again. I know it’ll be hardest to get his knot inside of me—but that isn't going to stop me from trying.
“Ssssabrina,” he hisses my name, alien and deep. “It feels like you are killing me. I did not think I would die by the hands of a female, much less a human one.”
I grin and lick the next gush of his seed, gliding my hands all over him, enjoying the velvety and warm feel ofhis scales between my legs. “Darolussss,” I hiss his name back. “I like you.” I run my hands up his stomach and chest, having to stretch out to reach his nipples. But the more I’m in his arms, the more I’m comfortable with his size. In fact, it's becoming a turn-on in and of itself.
He grasps my hands when I slide my palms over his pectorals. “And I like you, female.”
I spin my hands and thread my fingers back through his; with our hands clasped, it’s obvious how much smaller mine are. Using our shared grip to draw myself higher on him, I lean down slowly and press my lips to his. Soft and sweet, I kiss him, letting him know with affection how much I actually do like him.
His mouth moves under mine, and untangling one of my hands from his, I reach back and grasp the head of his cock, shifting my hips until it’s lined up with my pussy. He moans against my lips, his free hand steadying his base while I keep his tip in place. Then, slick with his seed and my wetness, I carefully push back onto him.
Already, I can feel my pussy stretching to take his head. I pull my mouth from his and sit upright, placing my other hand on his chest for support as I wince from the thickness of that much alone.
Darolus notices and grabs my hips, stopping me. “No.”
I slap his hands away. “Wait! Please, let me try.”
He growls. “No.”
I push at his chest with a pout. “I can take you. I know I can.” And it’s true. I’m adjusting even as we argue.
He growls again and remains tense but does not stop me when I press for a little bit more. Before I close my eyes to focus, I get a glimpse of the change in his face—he’s watching me with a hazy intensity that wasn’t there before. He’s hopeful, like I am.
Slowly, slowly, I lower my pussy on him, rolling my hips, my body aching but also thrilling with the pleasure of such exquisite pressure, wanting more of it more than wanting to balk. “I’m so empty without you,” I whine.
