Page 26 of The Naga Outcast’s Unwanted Mate

Zathar, the kinship I felt with the others here, it was going to be good. We could make a life here, not the life I thought I would have. Something better.

Chapter 17

Vera

Zathar put me down in the still nearly empty bedroom of the apartment we’d claimed. A pile of luscious furs was spread out in one corner, the bedding softened by stacks of soft moss that Zathar had gathered. It really did look like a round nest, especially with the branches he’d woven together to form a round barrier for the edges. The branches were much like willow saplings, fresh and flexible.

“Undress,” he husked, and my skin broke out in goosebumps. Okay, he was going to jump right in, was he? I could work with that. I’d made my choice anyway, this would stop me from getting cold feet. Zathar was doing as he told me himself, shucking the pair of crossed weapon belts from his chest, and raking the leather cord from his shoulder-length blue hair.

At the front of his hips, I could already see his scales part, the bifurcated tip of his cock sliding out, a deep purple-blue, shimmering with drops of precum. My passage pulsed with arousal in response. I wasn’t going to risk his taste tonight, I wanted to make sure that he knew I was on board every step of the way.

His pupils were narrow slits in his eyes, his split tongue flicking at the air. “Hurry up, mate. I need you,” he said. I’d frozen in place as I watched his sinuous body move while he stripped what little he wore. Wetting my lips, I dropped my hands to the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. I toed off my sneakers and shimmied out of my pants, leaving me in my underwear. A look Zathar clearly appreciated, his cock had slipped out completely, the monstrous length reaching up for his belly, and the dual tip writhing.

In a few twists and curls, his long tail coiled around me, pinning my arms to my side as he lifted me in the air. My body heated, this was so alien, so illicit. To be held like this, restrained. I knew that Zathar was a good guy, one who’d held back for me more than once. Yet right now? I was seeing the conquering Prince, I was seeing the side of him that took, that dominated, and I loved it.

“You’ve made your choice, haven’t you, Vera?” he said, his voice resonant and deep as he pulled me closer to him, lifting me until my face was right in front of his. I nodded, and the scales along his sharp cheekbones seemed to grow darker in color, flushing a dark cobalt. All the stripes and swirls that patterned the front of his body glowed with blue light, the mating display, his sigils.

“Say the words, I need to hear them,” he ordered. His eyes were boring into mine but he still moved us, his body sliding over the edge of the nest. He was lowering me until I was lying down, his tail moving over my body as he re-positioned me just the way he wanted. A coil of his tail around my waist, curling with a heavy weight over my throat, lashing my wrists together just above my head.

He’d tied me up as effectively as if he’d used silk rope, the touch of his warm, dry scales against my skin jacking up my arousal. I’d never let a lover tie me up before and it was a revelation to discover how much I liked this. From the way his grip gently tightened on my wrists if I struggled to the pressure of that coil on my neck. He was in complete control of me this time and it set fire to my blood.

“Yes Zathar, take me. I’m yours,” I said because he was holding me in suspense. Waiting for me to give him that signal before he let himself off the leash. As the words left my mouth, he hissed in pleasure, his head tilting back as he looked at me through hooded eyes.

“Yes. That’s it,” he murmured, lifting my legs and gliding my panties down them with his claws. I felt the tips scrape along my skin, just a tiny hint of pressure, of the danger he presented. I was dealing with a Naga, a creature not quite civilized, and a little barbaric.

Bared to him, he dipped his body to flick his long, split tongue through my folds. His hands around my thighs to pin me open. I moaned, arching off the soft furs as the agile tip curled around my clit and tugged.

Then he was lapping at me in earnest, my body tightening with heat, climbing sharply to the pinnacle. A finger slipped into my passage, followed by a second, and then a third. Each time I got close to the edge, he withdrew his talented tongue, his eyes lifting to my face to flash me a fanged grin. If my hands hadn’t been pinned above my head with his tail, I would have fisted them in his hair and yanked him closer, holding him in place as I took my pleasure.

All I could do was urge him on and beg him to let me come. “Not yet, you’re so small, I’m making sure you’ll take me,” he told me. His fingers moved inside of me, stretching me as he spread them. I already felt full but a glance down his body at his cock told me he was right. He was huge, and if I wasn’t so turned on I would be daunted by that.

“Please, Zathar,” I begged, “I need you. I’ll be okay, I can take it.” He lifted his head from between my thighs, cocking it to the side as he ran his reptilian eyes over my face. Then he was moving, rising above me and I thought this was it, he was finally going to fuck me with that monstrous snake-cock.

His fingers remained embedded in my core as he curved over me, his cock bumping along my folds, the writhing tips leaking wetness on my mount. “You think you are ready? You think you can take this?” he drawled. Fisting his length, he pumped it through my slick folds, the hard length brushing along my sensitive clit.

At the same time, he made a come hither motion with his fingers inside my passage, rubbing them just right along my g-spot, and stars exploded behind my eyes. My core clamped down hard on his invasion, soaking him with my release. “Zathar, aah,” I groaned, spine arching off the furs, my arms instinctively yanking on his masterful restraints.

“Yes, Vera. You are ready for me,” he murmured as I panted in the aftermath. With a claw, he tugged on the cup of my bra, somehow the one clothing item I was still wearing. My breast spilled out and he repeated the motion with the other. Leaning down, he curled his long tongue around one tip and tugged, and it felt like he was tugging on my clit at the same time. A sharp lance of pleasure made my passage contract around his fingers.

With a wet, lurid noise, he withdrew his digits from my passage and I moaned again. “Oh… so empty.” I hadn’t realized just how full he’d made me feel with his intruding fingers but now that they were gone I was so empty it ached.

“Hush, I’ve got you,” he told me. “I know what you need.” He ran his wet fingers along his cock, coating himself with my juices and then he lined up the wriggling, bifurcated tip. I groaned as I felt them slide into me. That wasn’t too much, but it felt odd. The tips moved independently but worked together to widen me for his invasion.

The part of his tail coiled around my middle slid down, lifting my hips up for a better angle. His eyes met mine, glowing and fierce, they were filled with a promise. His claim on me. With a single shift of his hips, he pressed inside of me, my body bowing up to meet him. It was too much, it burned as he stretched me, yet it felt so good. I felt him move inside of me, felt the tips of cock twist and curl.

My body clamped down on him so hard he couldn’t move as pleasure washed over me, sharp and fierce; it caught me by surprise as much as it did him. Smug satisfaction washed over his face when it happened, his cheekbones flushed, azure strands of hair clinging to the nubbed ridges that formed his brows.

“Yes, that’s it,” he hissed, “Pull me in. I will seed you, my mate. I will fill you to bursting.” I groaned in response, the words painting a vivid picture of what he was about to do to me. My passage eased around him and then he was in to the hilt, filling me to bursting. The tips of his cock moved and I could feel that, feel the way they writhed inside of me, stroking my insides.

His pace was fierce as he thrust between my thighs, pounding me into the furs with each pass of his massive erection. I understood now why this was a claiming, why this was the point of no return. I could feel it, threats that wove us together as we shared this passion, this pleasure. His eyes never left mine and it felt like I was staring straight into his soul, seeing the passionate, fierce heart of him and he was looking right back into mine.

When we first met I would have been scared to be this exposed, to show this much of my heart to anyone. I had before never been able to trust someone with it, my family would have crushed it, had crushed it, without a second thought. But this was Zathar, and he was exposing himself as much as I was exposed to him, it was an equal trade and combined, that made it so much more. The two of us combined was better than apart.

I came with his name ripping from my throat, my scream loud enough that the others couldn’t possibly have missed it. Zathar’s hips stuttered and then he was right there with me, falling over the edge together, curled up safe in his coils.

His seed bathed my insides, something I’d never been able to feel before. Hot, it coated me, gushing out and flowing over my thighs. I vaguely recalled how much there had been of it last time, and now was no different. He had well and truly seeded me.

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