Page 19 of The Naga Outcast’s Unwanted Mate

“Did it hurt you, Vera?” I asked as I picked up her fingers and inspected them for any sign of damage. Pale pink, with blunt nails, they looked as soft and harmless as always but that didn’t mean it hadn’t tried something nefarious.

“I’m fine, it was just the door responding. Look!” she pointed at the portal and I realized that it had silently opened while I was preoccupied. She shook out of my grip but kept hold of the very tip of my tail as she walked back without any hesitation. My mate was brave and fearless in the Caves of the Ancestors, I had to follow her lead.

I glared at the, once again dull and lifeless, orb as I passed it which made Vera giggle in this adorable way. Fine, the orb was harmless and I’d overreacted, but that didn’t mean we shouldn’t be on our toes in here.

There were several rooms and a set of stairs leading up into the building but I didn’t trust those so I made sure we stayed on the ground floor. Most rooms appeared empty, except for layers upon layers of dust. Not exactly nice to sleep in, so I made my mate wait outside while I used one of our furs as a makeshift sweep to clear out a space.

It didn’t take long and soon we were sitting together in the pile of furs I’d brought along; a makeshift nest that would have to do for the next few hours. We ate, and then came my favorite part, curling up together to sleep. She gave me a thoughtful look before she settled down against my chest but she didn’t offer me another of those mouth matings I had come to love.

Later, after we’d rested. My body was sore and tired, I needed a few hours of good sleep to get back to full strength anyway. I swore to myself that once I was in peak form, I’d woo her into my coils, she wouldn’t be able to resist me. For now, I just enjoyed the simple pleasure of touching all of her softness against my tough scales. Of her warmth and her scent in my coils.

*

Vera

I woke up to the soft sounds of Zathar’s breathing, the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear. He didn’t make the best pillow, with his hard scales, especially those that plated his chest, but I had to admit that it was nice anyway. I was warm, I was safe, and I was with a man, male, that was willing to leave everything behind to be with me. What more could a girl ask for?

My heart clenched in my chest at the thought; family, a sense of belonging? Had I really found it with Zathar? I was too scared to grab onto it, for fear that it would just vanish like smoke between my fingers. He was so gorgeous with his bright azure coloring and the long blue hair he kept in a topknot on top of his head. I even found the two prongs of the horns on his chin sexy.

He was deeply sleeping, I suspected because he’d been more injured than he’d let on from his fight with those hunters. I felt much better though, I’d slept well for the first time in days. When the urge to pee got too strong, I slipped out from between the coils of his long body without waking him to find a quiet spot.

When I returned, he hadn’t woken yet, but my empty stomach made me bold enough to rummage through the huge leather backpack with supplies that he’d brought along. It was considerably less full now that all the furs had been unpacked and I quickly located the leaf-wrapped ration cakes that Zathar had brought.

The flavors were starting to grow on me, and the water here was fresh and clean, which helped to wash down the calorie-dense food. I was chewing thoughtfully on a last bit of dried food as I contemplated the ancient city we were in when Zathar started to stir.

“Vera… Mate, yessss,” he moaned, his head tilted to the side and I realized his eyes were still closed. His body was growing tense, was he having a nightmare? No definitely not, I realized very quickly, not with the sounds he was making, interspersed with my name to leave no doubt who he was thinking of.

Should I wake him up? He was having some kind of erotic dream about me and I should put a stop to that, shouldn’t I? The way his body undulated, his abs growing tight, it was sexy, and I liked it even more when his fangs dug into his bottom lip like he was fighting to hold out. My passage grew slick just watching him like this. I wanted to touch, to have a replay of that steamy moment when I was stuck as a prisoner. Just thinking about that made more wetness pool in my panties.

His tongue flicked at the air and I just knew that he was smelling that, tasting it even. He groaned and I clamped my legs together, trying to mask the scent. He’d know I was turned on the moment he woke up and now I wasn’t sure if I wanted the show to be over.

Then the most surprising thing happened, at his groin, where the scales normally laid smooth and flat, I saw a bulge pressing up. Then it split open down the center, a seam that parted to let the tip of his cock escape. I could only stare, my mouth dry but my channel growing wetter. It was dark blue, almost purple, and as more of it escaped, I could see that it split down the middle.

I stared, he had a freaking bifurcated dick? I’d never seen anything like it before, but I shouldn’t have been surprised, he had a split tongue too. The tips were as long as my fist and the separate parts moved independently of each other. Curling together, untwisting, seeking the air as if searching for a female to sink into.

My mind filled with fantasies of what it would feel like if he did that inside of me. A moan escaped from me before I could stop myself, loud in the silence. Zathar’s azure eyes flicked open immediately and I froze in place as we stared at one another. His slitted pupils narrowed, his tongue flicked out and then his body grew even tenser, a low groan escaping him.

Curling the tip of his tail across the distance that separated us, he touched my ankle first, then started to slide it up my leg. Sliding a hand down his body, he reached for his partially extruded cock and I was certain he was going to boldly touch himself in front of me, my passage clenching with desire.

“Forgive me, my mate. I should not have behaved so shamefully,” he said, his voice gritty and husky. His hand landed on the writhing tips of his flushed cock and he started to push, trying to make it fit back into his hidden pouch. Pain written across his face as he did so.

I didn’t know what came over me, I just knew I was confused by the dual message. His tail was sliding up my leg as if he was about to touch my core with it, but at the same time he was embarrassed he’d shown me his cock? I launched myself across the small distance that separated us, landing at his hip on my knees and shoving his hand away to stop him from causing himself more pain.

“No, let me see it, please!” I begged. I didn’t care how that made me sound, I just didn’t want him to hurt, I wanted to prolong this sexy moment. His eyes grew wide, then heavy-lidded as he acquiesced with my request, sliding his hand away from his cock and allowing the thick dual tip to slide out once more.

Apparently, I wanted to do far more than just see what he was packing. As soon as the tips moved, curling toward my face like they could sense I was there, I leaned in. With a finger, I reached out and as soon as it got close, the tips latched on, clenching my appendage between them. He was slick with his own kind of lubricant, and he was warm and hard, and unlike a human cock, those tips were muscles, firm and capable of all kinds of things.

At my touch, he hissed from between his teeth, his hips jerking upward, but he didn’t let more of his cock escape. He was keeping a tight lid on himself and it was like a little imp had a hold of me now, I wanted to make him unravel. I wanted to see him come apart, not just hear it through a wall.

“All of it,” I demanded, and he obeyed, his body shifting restlessly on the furs beneath him as the rest of his cock pushed out. It was thick, and there were fine scales along it, which weren’t present on the dark blue tip. He was much lighter at the base and the soft glow of what he called his sigils extended here, swirling around it in savage slashes.

The slender tip of his tail wound more tightly around me, drawing my attention to my aching, weeping core. I wanted to have him fill me again, but I was pretty sure I needed some practice before I could fit that massive erection.

Leaning in before he could stop me, I opened my mouth over the bifurcated tip and sucked on both of them. His body went tight like a bowstring, the tail around my leg growing so tight it almost cut off circulation. Most rewarding though was the shout escaping him, his head thrown back, the cords of muscle in his neck growing rigid. I was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to come so quickly but seed erupted from him in several waves.

He tasted like cinnamon and salt, a little spicy but shockingly tasty. The first blast filled my mouth, and I pulled back to swallow it down, the rest sprayed across my chest and my face. There was a lot of it, far more than I could handle but the combination of bliss and shock he wore made the sticky mess totally worth it.

We stared at each other when his orgasm eased. “Vera… I… What?” he mumbled. He was so confused that I found myself smiling, warmth filling my chest. I guess his response meant that, like kissing, he didn’t know about blowjobs either. For such a sexy, virile male, he sure didn’t know a lot about sex but considering how quickly he’d caught on to kissing, I had no doubt he’d learn about the rest in a hurry too.