His hands continued trekking up, and I found enough energy to help him remove my shirt. I shivered from the sudden cold, but he pressed his front to me, sending a cozy wave of heat over me.
He tugged at my pants with a purr that sounded like a soft beg that would turn into ripped fabric if I waited too long. Part of me shamelessly wanted him to. Just for the joy of being his damsel in distress for a moment.
Of being needed so much that he’d go feral for me.
Either his patience was shorter than I thought, or he sensed what I wanted and shredded the fabric away, leaving a trail of shallow claw marks down my thighs that made me moan. Leaving me in nothing more than my panties and boots.
Like my panties had a chance in hell.
He dragged the fragile cotton, making each inch of fabric pop and rip. His head hung over my shoulder, watching as his hand brushed over my folds. His nails were a delicious threat as they went over my thighs and through my folds.
I didn’t dare move, knowing I’d end up shredded like the useless scrap of black cotton on the ground in front of us.
Even with lust soaking every cell in his brain, he was dangerous. It helped to keep me rooted, without drowning under the desire to let him see deeper than I’d ever dared.
He spread my folds to get a better look at me, and the needy growl vibrating my back made me tremble. Not with fear, like it should have, but with hunger for his approval.
Need rampaged through me like a wildfire. Could I stop myself? I knew I should.
Instead of focusing on how to halt the situation, I wondered how he ever fit inside me, but the bigger part knew if he could do it once, there’d be no issue doing it again. His tail caressed the inside of my thigh, creeping closer and closer to my core with each pass.
The sudden desire for it to slide inside me made my chest and face hot. Surely, I was going insane, but I couldn’t get the image out of my head. What would it feel like?
How good would the hardened scales rubbing inside me feel?
As if to answer my question, his tail slinked closer, rubbing against my clit before moving lower. Every inch down rubbed across my clit, making me thrust against it to get more of that delicious friction.
His tail paused a painful centimeter away from my entrance. A heathen part of me was ready to beg and make promises I wouldn’t keep to get him to do what I wanted. A whimper that I hated still left my throat.
That confirmation seemed to be all he needed. He entered me slowly, and it was everything I knew it would be. Hard and rigid, scraping across my G-spot in the perfect way.
Inch by inch he stretched me a little more. My eyes rolled back as a fullness I didn’t realize I was missing settled something inside me. The moan I released as I thrusted against the appendage, made him growl with need.
I’d be absolutely ruined after him. That was why I had to be tied forever. No one else could fuck me like this, and it was the universe’s way of making sure I never went without again.
This wasn’t sex to make a problem go away or coerced. This was pure passion of the moment, dripping with a forbidden desire that I shouldn’t crave.
“More,” I begged, and his tail sunk deeper.Yes!
He brought my hand up to his mouth, letting his tongue wrap around my fingers and sucking them into his mouth.
I gasped at the sensation of his tongue thrusting around my fingers and made me vividly remember exactly what that tongue was capable of. Then he took my hand, squeezing our combined hands between me and the bulk of his tail, and ran my fingers suggestively over my clit
His claws pierced my hand, lifting me even higher. I followed his silent command and tapped my clit.
“You like it right there.” The gravel in his voice almost did me in. My insides clenched, overloading my nerves. I went to snap my legs closed to reduce all the touches, but the clear mental command stopped me in my tracks;Don’t you dare.
Like he had my puppet strings in his hand, I was powerless to resist. What was worse, I didn’t even want to.
The claws of his free hand scraped teasingly along one of the shallow cuts. One nail dug into my skin, but pulled back last minute. A soft hesitation radiated from him into my heart, but the constant tightening of my oncoming orgasm distracted both of us.
The entire swamp could probably hear my moans, but I could not give a fuck. Let them hear.
My toes curled and every muscle locked as my pleasure peaked. Just in time for his claws to dig into my thighs with deep intention, somehow amplifying my orgasm until I was screaming my ecstasy.
I wasn’t sure which shook harder, by breath or my thighs as I came down. That’s when I realized what he’d carved into me. A rough D3R with deep slashes that would probably scar forever.
Defect #3: Rot
