He shakes his head again, slower. “You couldn’t fit my real cock in your mouth, Kitty.”
The vision of him thrusting into my open mouth, making me stretch as wide as I can, has my core aching. I want to try, but something about his posture, the way he’s closing off, makes me hold back from asking again. This will do, for now, but one day, I want to see that giant cock.
I brush his hips again, this time feeling the texture of his golden scales. They’re smooth, but solid, like little plates of armor. I slip under the band of his pants and begin to tug them down.
His cock stretches downward, caught on the edge of the sweats from being erect. He’s hard from just me talking, and touching his hips. From just the sight of me crawling over him. It lights an insatiable hunger in me that mirrors the expression in his gaze.
The pants reach his thighs and his cock breaks free, slapping against his stomach. The underside is scaled, but in a completely different pattern than the rest of his body. It’s thicker, wider, diamond shaped plates that form a line from his frenulum to his…knot.
I thought it was a thing of fantasy, and wolves, but here he is with a swollen base that’ll for sure stretch me to my limit, and then lock us together. My pussy throbs as the muscles clench around nothing.
I rest my hand on his thigh and run the other up his shaft, feeling those plates of armor. They’re just as smooth as his other scales, but softer. Instead of armor, they’re more like rubber. It’s the closest equivalent I can comprehend as I caress up and down his shaft.
Bastian lets out a deep breath, and I spare him a glance. He’s watching me with heavy-lidded intensity, his elbows braced on the floor with his hands balled into fists. Warmth radiates from my pussy through my belly and my muscles clench.
I hold him gently as I inspect the rest of him. His head is a deep pink, almost purple, and thick veins pulse along the sides of his shaft. The knot is squishy right now, but I know when he comes, it’ll get firm. I saw it the other night in the bathroom.
He’s hairless, and so smooth, I can’t help but cup his balls with my other hand just to feel him. They’re hot and heavy in my hands, the skin delightfully textured with scales. I caress and tug gently, earning a grunt from Bastian.
“Done exploring yet?” he asks with snark.
“So impatient,” I tease, raising an eyebrow. “This ismygratitude blowjob, Basty Boy, I’ll go about it how I please.”
With that, I lean down and stick out my tongue. He sucks in a breath as I lick him from balls to tip. The exhale of that breath is a curse, or maybe a prayer, in a language I don’t know. I lick him again, flicking side to side as I drive up his shaft, then circle his head.
He whispers my name, his clenched fists shaking.
“You can touch me,” I say.
He reaches for my face immediately, his thumb sliding over my bottom lip as his palm cups my cheek. I want to lean into it, but I ignore the touch and focus on his cock. I swirl my tongue over his head again, then flicking through his slit. His claws prick my temple as his hand flexes.
“You’re very skilled,” he says on a heady breath.
I smile, then dive over him with my open mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He curses again and his other hand digs into the wood floor, making deep furrows. I close around him, relishing the sensation of the strange and the new. I wet his shaft thoroughly before sliding off him with apop.
I grip him firmly, holding his knotted base as I give an exploratory pump. His abs tremble and his exhale is shaky. I fist him a little harder, just to test his boundary, and he groans.
“You like it tight?” I ask, my breath fanning over the head of his cock.
“Yes,” he breathes.
“Tighter?” I ask.
He licks his bottom lip and nods.
I squeeze harder and pump him again. He drops his head back but snaps it up quickly, not wanting to miss a second. His claws tickle across my scalp with so much restraint. There’s longing in his eyes to grip me just as hard as I’m gripping him.
I lower my mouth and start to work him in time with my hand. He groans deeply and fists my hair. The prickle of pain on my scalp feels so fucking good. I know I’m a blowjob queen, it was what keptmy failing relationship together so long, but to get this confirmation from Bastian makes me feel like a fucking goddess.
I hollow my cheeks as I take him to the back of my throat. His hips flex and his legs curl around me, tucking me closer to him. And then I feel his tail slithering up the inside of my leg.
“Yes?” he asks—practically begs—as the tip of his tail swishes side to side on my inner thigh.
I hum in agreement as I slide up his shaft and he curses again, this time in English. His tail presses hard against my pussy through my clothes, causing a zing of pleasure to spiral out of me in a moan. I rock backward instinctively, rubbing myself against him.
“Pull your stockings down,” he commands, his jaw flexing.
I take my hand off his sack and pull my leggings and panties down. His tail invades my sex before I’ve even reached my mid-thigh. He paints a long line up and down my center, spreading my slickness with thick swipes.
