Then I feel the slow glide of scales followed by fur snaking along my lower ribs, circling around my waist, then between my breasts, before moving up and around my throat.
He moves his other arm to the opposite side, caging and covering me. At the same time, his tail constricts around me,holding me tight around all but my neck, although with enough pressure on the latter that it makes my heart gallop.
Then he mostly holds us still, except for small rolls of his hips that continue to rub him against my core.
It's beyond anything I've ever experienced with a lover.
I just let all thoughts of what might be—or what could be different—dissipate and focus on the sensation of him grinding into me. I'm enjoying the beginning of an orgasm starting in my belly and then hyper focus when I feel an increased pressure against me and the glide of skin moving in opposite directions toward the outside of each ass cheek.
It pulls them apart as a wet heat moves against my opening.
His tail tightens even more, locking me to him as he penetrates me a millimeter at a time.
He's enormous. Much larger than I realized when he was trapped between my thighs when he was dreaming.
Had he moved this slowly with his tongue I would have been growling at him by now, but I'm thankful he's allowing my body to adjust slowly.
I feel fuller than I ever have, but he just keeps coming.
He presses against the opening of my womb, still pushing in, some of the pleasure giving way to pain, but my body just keeps adjusting.
My medical brain can't help but rise to the surface when he can keep slowly sliding into me far longer than should be possible.
This must have been what the genali meant when they said I would change in order to be more desirable.
I'm stuck between awe and a rising panic when he stops. He rocks into me with his hips in small little movements, groaning.
Now that he is fully seated I can't decide if I'm relieved or disappointed.
When he slightly loosens his tail's grip on me and moves gently in and out, pausing to grind against me each time he fully seats inside me, I stop thinking about it.
By the time he is pulling his huge girth back out to the point of almost coming out of me and then gliding all the way back in, my world has narrowed to just that one thing.
His ever-present purr is mixed with a growl now. "You are so wet, sweet one."
He pushes back into me, his movements becoming more forceful and bringing a low moan each time he hits against my body's limit.
He pounds into me harder, continuing to talk but with each word said in the rhythm of our bodies slapping together. "So. Hot. So. Wet. So. Tight."
Considering the differences in our heights I'm not even sure how he does it, but I suddenly feel his teeth pressing against my rightshoulder. All three rows are digging in just enough to make my heart pound, but not enough to cut me.
Then his hips pinion his giant cock into me, his tail holding me in place so each rapid pounding comes with maximum impact.
Only my breasts are bouncing. His tight hold not letting any of the force of his impact be lost.
My orgasm crashes over me without warning, sending a shock wave across my body and leaving me incapable of thought for a few moments.
When I come back to myself, his tail is holding my weight and he is pumping into me so hard and fast there is almost no time between the slapping sounds of our wet bodies colliding.
Then his thrusts become more erratic and he is clamping down harder on my shoulder as it absorbs the sound of his roar.
The increased pressure helps tip me over the edge again.
This time we both sink to the ground, neither of us capable of staying upright.
He shifts forward with me, keeping himself locked inside of me as I rest my chest on the cool stone, my ass still raised. The feel of it is welcome against my heated body.
Thivoll holds enough of his weight off of me to avoid crushing me, but otherwise drapes over me, panting.
