I hope he'll like my plan, but I don't let any insecurities rise, quashing them with this newfound presence in my chest prompting action.
"Get in bed and lay on your back."
His tail dances behind him as he pads over to our pile of bedding, then he plops down on his side before rolling over onto his back, his large haunches and backward facing legs forcing him into a wide sprawl.
I stalk over to him, stepping one leg over his belly so I'm standing directly over the expanse of black scales of his belly and the slit of his sheath. I order my nanothread to recede and his eyes roam over me.
I move farther back and lower myself so I'm sitting half a foot down from his sheathe.
"Bring it out for me, Thivoll."
His whiskers droop, letting me know he's confused, but he does what I ask. My eyes widen when I see his massive violet dick.
It should never have fit inside my body, but it did. More than once.
I have to modify my idea to give him oral sex, but it's still doable. From his confusion, I'm guessing he's never had it done and so he'll never know I had to scale back.
The idea of being his first is exciting.
I start off by reaching forward and grabbing him near his base with one hand. It can't circle all the way around, so I add another. He's slick and a cooler temperature than I expect. I pull both hands up in a slow glide toward his tip.
The move elicits a low groan.
His tip is rough in texture, similar to his tongue, plus ribbing along the length, and now I know why him grinding into me felt so damn good.
I explore him with my hands for a few more moments, then am delighted when just that bit of stimulation makes pre-cum leak from his twitching tip.
I'm curious what he tastes like and lean forward, flicking my tongue on his tip and causing him to take in a gasping breath.
He's tart and spicy.
Not a combination I would've thought I liked, but it leaves me wanting more.
His eyes are wide, watching me raptly as I move my mouth closer to him.
I keep my eyes locked on his as I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him into my mouth.
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I might die. Or be reborn. I'm not sure which.
I just know I never want her to stop. She's looking straight into the very depths of me as she moves her mouth over the end of my cock.
I know what she meant now about the unknown being difficult.
Part of me is scared, since no manticorid would ever think of extruding into three rows of jagged teeth. This is unfamiliar territory, but I trust her.
That trust is rewarded by sensations I never knew even existed.
Her blunt teeth lightly scrape me and her tongue explores what it can reach, spending extra time on the sensitive nodules at my tip, swirling around them in a way that makes me want to explode far, far too soon.
My own mouth drops open in shock and then I let out a long guttural moan when I feel a pulling sensation from her mouth.
Another thing my species is incapable of doing.
She stops sucking, swirls her tongue around me, and then pulls again. This time I feel the sensation all the way to the base of my tail and I have to keep myself from thrusting up into her mouth.
