"Stop being jealous. I mean that if Ree and Thivoll work, then we would, too."
He blinks, his amber eyes gaining back his hunger. "I see your point."
Thankfully, he doesn't continue the conversation, and his tongue is right back inside me. He has impressive control over it and learns just as quickly where the spots are inside that drive me wild, the sensation of the forked tip something I never imagined.
It's ruined me for anything else. Good thing he's all I need.
Well, once he gets around to showing me his equipment.
"I want to see where you are hiding this supposedly massive cock."
He gets revenge for my sass by writhing his tongue around, pulling another keening cry of pleasure from me as my limbs are taken over by a surge of pleasure.
When I come back to myself, he has tipped himself back and I watch in fascination as the long segmented skin along his belly parts and a glistening, royal blue member slides out. Standing proudly and twitching under my gaze.
My mouth drops open. He can be as arrogant as he wants about that beautiful thing.
It's oval shaped, instead of round, with nodules running along it in a swirling pattern, begging to be explored.
He starts to tip forward and I hold a hand up. "No way. Stay there."
I almost feel bad when his spines shift to confusion and embarrassment, but he'll figure out my plan soon enough.
I crawl forward, eager to touch him and find out how he tastes. He takes a breath, probably to ask me what the hell I am doing, but I'm too fast for him.
I take him firmly in both hands, pleased with the silken texture, as I fold my legs under me, then take a long lick from his base to his tip.
He lets out the most glorious sound. A mix of pain and rumbling of rocks and it spurs me on. I quickly find my rhythm, enjoying the tangy taste of him, the softness that glides over the nodule structure underneath.
The head of it continues down much farther than I would expect, and my tongue runs along the interesting ridge about a third of the way down as I ponder why it is there.
I don't get to think much longer because Drasuk barks out a command. "On your knees."
I resist the urge to balk at being ordered around, then move into position, my heart pounding in anticipation.
I'm not sure this is going to work, but if someone else can do it, then I can do it even better.
I moan when he grabs my hips, rough skin rubbing against my own tough hide. I was concerned it would lower my sensation, but somehow I can still feel each glide of his hands and the slight pinch of his claws.
Then I feel his wet touch at my entrance and my attention narrows to that slow, continued pressure. My body makes yet another handy transformation to allow him access, and I am loving every inch he gains.
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When she takes all of me, I finally stop worrying about hurting her and focus solely on the pleasure. Her taste is still in my mouth, driving me into this frenzy, as I slide back out, her tight channel squeezing me just how I hoped it would when I mapped her depths with my tongue.
That pleasure was nothing like this. I take a long moment to simply grind against her, enjoying how, even in this, she matches me by pushing back, increasing the pleasure of the connection.
Then I glide out, and back in. Slowly at first, but she urges me faster. Then faster. And next harder, until I am holding her small hips in a tight grip, planting my back limbs to increase my power, and pounding into her.
Each collision brings a cry of pleasure from her that increases my own. Long moments of bliss later, I can feel my seedgathering, but I hold it back, continuing to pump into her until I hear a keening wail to signal that she is open for my seed.
Then I loosen my control, my movements becoming more erratic, my mind searing with the pleasure ripping up my tail and fizzling along my spikes until it bursts out of me. A roar bellows out with it.
I hold her to me, both of us panting. She shifts forward slightly, but I hold her tightly so she doesn't injure herself as my knot finishes expanding.
"Oh. What's... Oh, fuck. That's..."
