“Calm down a little. This doesn’t have to be fast.” I grab his arm, overcome with sensation as he shoves against me from behind again, crushing my clit against his palm. Growing wet from the pressure and his rough handling, I grind down into him. “Krellix, what’s gotten into you?”
“This makes you feel good, doessss it?” He rubs his fingers over the front of me, further widening my legs as he pushes his tail under me at the same time. “Thissss is what all of us need. What every male desperately seekssss.” He hisses and his long, forked tongue, lashes out to slide over my cheek. “Thissss.” He pushes his hand further between my thighs, opening my legs up ever wider, spreading my wetness. Still held to his front from behind, he shifts me back until I’m practically sitting on his bulge. His heavy breaths, intermixed with short, satisfied grunts as he pets my body everywhere, has me already desperate for more.
I like it. I like his eagerness, his impatience.
“Yessss, Julia. Thissss.” His fingers drag through my labia then back down to bluntly circle my opening. My body twitches from a myriad of quick but pleasurable sensations. “Thissss is what they speak of, what I have been excluded from.” Holding me tightly against him, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
Moaning at the loss of his touch, I twerk my hips, sliding my sex over the top of his bulge. “You guys talk?” I whimper, pushing down on him, and seeking a return to my pleasure. He’s consuming me and I like that too.
“No. They brag, female. And now, I will know what they know, what I am desperate to know,” he grunts, replacing his hand back between my thighs. To my surprise, and as if he knows what he is doing, he probes for my opening and upon finding it, pushes two fingers into me.
“Krellix, your claws! Slow down. And you are not allowed to talk about this. What we do is between us.”
He pulls his fingers away and with a hum, brings his claws to his teeth and bites the sharp tips off one by one. “I would never speak of you so intimately, female.” Without hesitation, he drops his hand and presses his fingers back to the entrance of my opening. “Everything about you is mine. Mine…”
His fingers push slightly inside me, and I hitch from the penetration, bringing my thighs together tightly against the sides of his tail. With one hand, I reach back and press down on the middle of his bulge where I can feel the scaled edges of his seam.
“Do not move while I explore,” he warns, pushing his fingers deeper into me, clasping me by my front at the same time. “I do not want thissss to end before it has begun. If you bring forth my prick right now, I do not know what I will do.”
“I have to move,” I whine, solely focused on the sensation of his body against me and the orgasm that I’m beginning to needmore than air. An orgasm I’m going to need to think clearly again. “I need to move. I want to explore you too.”
I’ve barely touched him, haven’t even held his hand, and his fingers are already partway inside me.
His tail slides over the flowers and moss to coil around in a thick ring, looping from between my legs in a wide circle to then end with his tailtip curled again around my breast. As I partially turn in his embrace and run my hand over his slit, both of his come up at the same time to cup my breasts over my bra. Sliding the rest of my leg over his tail as he lowers us to the ground, I face him.
“There’s a clasp at the back,” I suggest. At this slower pace, I can process my thoughts better, even if I’m continually breathing in his scent. He’s taking cues.
Krellix pauses at my words, clearly considering them. He reaches up with one hand to tug at the back of my bra and fumble with the clasp.
“Like this.” I reach back and help him along, finding the normalcy of such a ritual comforting. My bra pops loose and tangles with his tail. In a rough, flicking movement to free it, his scales swipe past my nipples. Taut and sensitive, they bead, making me suck in my stomach.
My head tilts forward as another whimper leaves me. Lowering my palms down on him, I grind my sex over his bulge. “Release your cock. Now.” Suddenly I’m the one that’s moving things along.
I slide back and squint down at his slit, eager for it to emerge, softening my touch to caress the taut line. With the darkness growing, if it doesn’t emerge soon, I might not be able to see it at all.
Suddenly stiff all around me, Krellix is frozen as his slit opens before my eyes, and almost at my command. Clenching his tail between my legs, a scent reaches my nose that is entirelyunfamiliar to me. It floods me, rushing at me like heat over my face. I thought I was smelling his pheromones before but I was wrong…
A moment of worry has me hesitating, afraid of how easily I could get addicted, but it vanishes when his large appendage appears. Stretching his scales in either direction, it pushes from his body until the slit is no longer visible around his wide girth.
Long and thick, and radiating with heat, I grasp his cock gently with my hands and lean it away from me, taking in the knot in the middle of his shaft. It’s big but not as big as I thought it would be. With that in mind, some of my nervousness at our size difference dissolves. But with the discovery of his knot, a different type of nervousness takes over.
I wish I was more versed about the nuances of naga mating rituals but I thought a knot meant a true mating… Breathing in more of his scent, the idea makes my chest tighten and my breaths shorten. I peer at his face to see if he’s worried or stressed but all I find is intense focus and a deep heat in his eyes.
I don’t want this to stop and he doesn’t seem to want it to stop either. But I also don’t want to hurt him.
“You’re creating a knot…” I murmur, feeling its bulginess with my fingers and palms. “Is that… okay?”
“It will be fine.” Straining, he grunts as I slowly run my hands over it, him, and around his base, genuinely curious to know everything about him.
“I thought the knot didn’t form until the process of choosing and taking a mate had already begun.”
A knot doesn’t form until a mate is specifically chosen. Right?
Shelby told me that.
Once the knot forms, the male’s body makes a specially potent seed for his chosen female as his specific scent invades her body and readies her for it, and the male craves sex until theknot is milked of its seed and the female is bred. If the female is not bred, the knot never fully subsides.
“Julia, I fear I may never have another chance with… you.”
