“My knot is still growing,” I admit again, trying to comfort her, at first frustrated by the prospect that my knot had begun to form at all. No other naga that I know of had their knot form inside their female. They had formed outside, prior. But it seems mine had only partially formed outside. I did not know there was more to it after the initial bulge was there.
“So, how big do you think it’s going to get?” She lightly clenches again.
“I do not know.” I press her hips harder into the ground, relishing in the deep pleasure in how tight she is around me, hugging my prick from all sides with her slick sheath. In reaction, she squeezes my tail with her legs, her muscular body fighting off some of my invasion.
She grabs onto me as I leverage my prick more firmly down into her in response. A hitch releases from her lips as she shudders in response and I feel those shudders go up my shaft, pulsate around my knot, and shiver down my spine. Her nails dig and scratch my skin.
“Krellix,” she moans.
I drop my elbows to either side of her again. I have to keep her protected and safe for as long as it takes, though I am keenly aware that I am already distracted and should be more watchful. Still, my tail coils over my back and on either side, ensuring no one will see her if they suddenly come upon us. She is mine until she is with her kind.
Tonight will be enough.
She leans up and buries her face into the crook of my neck.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
“Yes, I think so?” she whispers.
Dropping her head back on the ground, she looks up at me. With her dark skin hidden in even darker shadows, I can no longer see all of her features clearly, nor her lovely body. But what I cannot see, I can still feel. I lean my weight on my elbow and run my palm down her front, and between her large, soft breasts.
“I wish I could relax like you want me to,” she continues, tilting her head slightly to the side. “It’s hard when I just want to move.”
I caress her cheekbone with my lips. “Are you scared I will hurt you?”
Her gaze meets mine, shrouded in darkness but plain in their regret before sliding to the left. “I’m not scared. I just wish we were somewhere safe, alone—somewhere else. I wish our circumstances were different.” She smiles but it does not reach her eyes. “At least some of them.”
I coil tighter around her, pressing my tail against her sides. “You are ssssafe, Julia. I will not let anything happen to you.” I cup her face with my hands to keep her thoughts on me when she continues to keep her eyes averted. “Even here, at my most vulnerable. I will never let harm befall you, not when I can prevent it. Focus on me, and only me. I am a strong male. One that has survived many years.”
Her worry about safety and wanting to be somewhere else is the very reason why I cannot keep her. I have nowhere to take her to.
Petting her face, cheeks, and hair with my fingers, I brush my lips to hers. “Trust me,” I purr against her lips.
“I do… trust you.”
I drag my gaze from her face to the shadows where our bodies are joined, knowing what precious treasure there is to behold. A thrumming warmth surges through me, making the scales along my back rise. My prick throbs harder, begging to burst. With her legs open, and her knees bent, I slide my hands over her curvy, firm form, over her breasts and their tight peaks to her stomach and waist, delighting in the way her warm skin feels under the palm of my hand and how soft she is. Unlike me, she is smooth everywhere, unprotected by scales, unmarred by scars.
I wear her scales. I wear her armor.She does not have them because they were given to me to use to protect her.
I slide my hand up to clasp her neck, her shoulder, then back down between her splayed breasts and further still to her sweet female heat where she cushions my aching appendage, caressing the slick skin stretched around it with the gentle pads of my fingers.
She twitches in response and makes a quiet sound, her hips pressing into mine. Smooth everywhere except for a tuft of black, curly hair between her legs at her front, her loveliness draws seed into my knot, widening and firming it further. Checking her face for discomfort, I find her eyes closed and her lips parted.
Like a dream I never want to wake from, I give myself into this moment; the way she lies so perfectly before me, the way I have her all to myself.
“Julia,” I rumble her name, giving into an emotion I am unfamiliar with. Touching, petting her everywhere worshipfully, unable to stop, the ache inside me slowly fades away. And with it, a different sort of urgency arises.
I push into her gently, desperate to release the pressure that has gathered within my knot, so I know it will be inside of her when I no longer am.There is only so much time…
She runs her hands over my chest, arms, and neck, caressing me everywhere her fingers can reach much in the way I am touching her. Delighting in the feel of her fingers, my skin prickles and the scales along my tail rise. And with it, my desperation grows.
Looking down at her, adoration fills me.
I do not want to lose this Julia while I have her. This soft, supple female, who’s breathy and mesmerizing. Adjusting my hips forward, her butt lifts higher in reaction and her knees bend back as her bare feet slide up my tail. Cupping her thighs with my hands, I widen them until they can go no further.
A moan escapes but her eyes do not reopen.
“Krellix,” she murmurs my name.
