My tail is my deadliest weapon, but it's also used to hold our mates as we rut.
I desperately want to feel her clutch it again, but while I'm finding out what sounds she makes when I'm pleasing her, not just because I want her secured safely in a tree. After that, I'll find out if she would like it wrapped around her neck. And other places.
The way her body structure works is fascinating and I can't help but think of the possibilities it opens up.
When I imagine her kneeling in front of me, my tail pulling her head back, her back arched, and me taking her from behind I almost lose control and extrude.
I make myself abandon such delectable thoughts after that near miss.
I doubt she would like to wake up to a hot, sticky pressure against her sex. When I pulled her into my arms the past two rest periods, it hasn't escaped my notice that the difference in our torso lengths means she is positioned perfectly for me.
I growl at myself, annoyed with my lack of control over errant thoughts.
I need to just let the woman sleep and get some myself. We need to ensure her Silver is healed and safe, but I'll also need plenty of energy so I can stalk my Ree and convince her to let me touch her in more places than just her lovely mane.
To lick her places besides her neck.
And for her tokissme in other places besides my muzzle.
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Ree
I wake up to the feeling of something hot and hard suddenly moving between my legs and pressing against my core.
It's the long length of him, I realize, angled so he is laying against me, but not positioned to penetrate. It's startling, but then makes me groan in relief.
The constant arousal has been hard to ignore and sleep does nothing to tame it.
Then my next thought is that he should have asked and I stiffen. Just when I take a breath to object I hear light snoring, much deeper than a human could ever make, but still recognizable.
"Ohhhh," I say, realizing that this is the equivalent of a wet dream for him.
My hand really, really wants to stray down to feel the tip of him where I'm sure it's extending past the juncture of my thighs. I'mincredibly curious about his shape and texture, but it's one thing for him to do this in his sleep and quite another for me to grope him.
It's still tempting, but I instead move my hand to where his tail is wrapped around my waist.
I hold on tight, then unsuccessfully try to keep my thighs from squeezing him tighter against me when he makes small hip thrusts.
I'm so aroused I already feel myself cresting higher with just that small amount of stimulation. I moan again, squeezing him harder against me, then chide myself and try to stop.
Just when I've decided I really should wake him up, his snoring transitions to a purr, and he moves his scaled hand up to grab lightly onto my throat.
Soon after I feel the slight prickle of claws against my skin and it makes me moan.
Suddenly his grip loosens, and his hips stop moving. His purring stops abruptly and I hear him take a sudden breath.
"I'm so very sorry," he says in a rush, his voice even rougher than usual. "That was completely unacceptable."
I don't tell him that what I find unacceptable is that he has removed his hand from my throat. When I feel his cock retreat I have to hold in a disappointed whimper.
"Well, I could have woken you up, Thivoll," I confess. "I got lost in the moment and it wasn't like I was complaining."
"It was wrong," he says with conviction.
"I don't agree," I shoot back, my hand still gripping his tail and my voice colored with my sexual frustration. "As soon as you realized what was happening you stopped. And I was really enjoying it before you did, so if I can be frank, I'm more annoyed you didn't keep going."
I want to slap myself after I let the words escape, but I've always been too blunt for my own good.
