Chapter 7 #2
I’ve only ever seen his eyes as a deep, glowing, amber that’s sometimes obscured, but now, they are nearly entirely black. His pupils dominate any whisper of the irises that were once there, his translucent third eyelid keeping him from blinking and breaking his gaze.
The intensity of his stare has a blush creeping down my neck to my chest. It’s all I can do to rip my eyes away, feeling like vulnerable prey under his oppressive leer.
As if to bring my attention back to him, one of the tongues slips away from stroking to dip inside of me, coaxing my walls as it pushes farther.
I bite down on my lip to stop another moan, but it breaks free when Lowell gives me another hard suck. He gently bites down on the nub before wrapping it in the softness of his lips once again.
After a moment, Lowell reluctantly releases the bundle of nerves with a loud pop, laughing as he pulls away. “You’re sitting so good for me,” he coos, his voice muffled by his busy tongues that drape outside his mouth. “But I find your disobedience much more erotic.”
The tongue that licks at my folds now glides to the top, replacing where his mouth once was. The muscle vibrates against me with careful pressure, kneading and flicking intermittently. My vision doubles when he increases the pace, my lips parting into an “O.”
When the motion suddenly stops, I whine my displeasure. Sitting up in a huff, I catch Lowell’s darkened expression.
I know exactly what he wants from me.
Placing a heel on his shoulder, I shove the immovable mass of muscle with a lazy kick.
He barely budges.
I draw in my leg, using the extra force to slam the bottom of my foot directly into Lowell’s sternum.
He exhales from the blow, laughing gently. “Fuck, you’re so weak.”
My nose scrunches into a frown, his playful jabs sprinkling me with the slightest bit of embarrassment. I work out almost daily, so I know my legs are not as weak as he is implying.
With newfound conviction, I load my hip. Swinging my leg as skillfully as possible in my sitting position, my knee hits his jaw. My kneecap presses deep into the thick muscle of his cheek.
He winces, surprised.
I glare at him, a tilt at the corners of my mouth. “And you won’t shut up.”
His look of surprise is quickly replaced by a smirk, his pupils turning to slivers before filling his irises with obsidian.
“Again,” he hisses through his teeth, his smirk growing into a wide, crazed, smile.
I clench my teeth, driving my knee into the side of his head even harder than the first time. I’m impressed he hasn’t bitten off his tongues by the way his face tightens on impact.
The noise that bellows from Lowell’s chest can only be described as lascivious and feral, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The scales along his neck and shoulders ripple, his tongues flailing while still inside of me.
I gawk at him as he unravels, a visual that excites me more than expected.
Lowell’s pupils pull into slits again when he finally calms down, placing his attention back on me. “You’re a smart girl, so I assume you’ve already figured it out: When you fight back, it drives me crazy.”
“Lizardfolk aren’t supposed to be rough when breeding,” I state breathlessly, dropping my eyes to where his tongues lay limp.
Lowell follows my gaze. “Most species aren’t. But I am.”
“That’s not true. You’re just insane.”
He flashes his teeth. “Do you want me to stop?”
My lips press together.
Goddess, I hate him.
Chewing on my lip, I lift my chin with determination. Throwing my hip, my knee connects with his snout again, knocking his head to the side.
Exhilaration spreads across Lowell’s face as he cackles with pure joy. Taking hold of one of my hands, he places it around one of his fleshy horns. “Hang on and enjoy.”
I grip the horn as instructed, and Lowell lowers his head in response. He swallows my entire pussy with one gape of his maw, fangs pinching the skin below my pelvis. One tongue resumes stroking my clit, but this time, it’s slow and tentative. As if to punish me.
His other tongue begins to push at my walls, searching frantically to find my G-spot. Lowell snorts when my hips rise to confirm his success, my fist around his horn squeezing tightly to the point of pain. The tongue works to massage the spot furiously, digging deeper each time it passes over.
I nearly scream. Kicking my legs back and forth, I rock Lowell’s head between my thighs. While I’m unable to shove him with much of my weight, it’s enough to have his tail slapping the ground.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, his teeth raking over my skin each time his tongue juts inside.
The stimulation of both my most sensitive spots in unison by Lowell’s skillful mouth sets my body on fire. My senses spark into overdrive and my muscles spasm out of control, bending to the will of each stroke, suck, and flick.
Each time my hips buck or legs flail, Lowell chortles a laugh of amusement. The sound sends electricity straight down my spine to my core, the rest of my body crying out to be touched, kissed, squeezed, or bit. Just his mouth is inadequate.
I need more.
My brain feels foggy, all rational thought dissolving. All I can think of is to chase my release like my life depends on it, like it is the only thing tethering me to earth.
Placing my free hand on my breast, I squeeze it as hard as I can through my thick clothing, kneading roughly to bruise. Seeing this, Lowell’s tongues work me harder until I can barely remember that I’m supposed to be afraid of him.
Pressure builds between my thighs, the wet, messy sounds a welcome background for my increasingly loud moans. I’ve abandoned trying to stifle my voice, the silence and echo from the dining room amplifying even the slightest whine or groan.
“Keep going!” I shout, my lower abdomen tingling like it’s being pulled right out of my body. Lowell obeys my request, focused on the pace and placement I praised him for, a cocky smirk on his face.
I ride his tongues until my face is close to melting, bearing down on his dexterous, slick muscle tight enough to make it snap. I’m so close to the peak of release Lowell’s mouth is guiding me towards, urging me to finally let go.
My eyes close, readying myself to fall apart.
“Lowell, please. Please,” I rasp, the words falling out of my mouth so needy that I almost don’t recognize myself. “Lowell,” I whisper, again.
Lowell shudders beneath me when I say his name, fingers rolling over my thighs.
I grip the edges of the table, my legs kicking indiscriminately as Lowell swallows me whole, sucking and kissing my throbbing core. I let out a strangled mewl, his claws gripping my thighs hard and puncturing my skin. I gasp, then squeeze and yank on Lowell’s horns as I’m on the brink of release.
With one lick to my clit perfectly timed with a stroke of my G-spot, I’m tossed over the edge.
Stars explode behind my eyes, my ears ringing until I can no longer hear my own cries.
I’m lost in him, his scent, the feel of his scales against my fingers.
The way he’s excitedly lapping me up like I’m the most decadent sweet he’s ever tasted.
Shivers run up and down my legs to my neck, my release not wanting to calm down anytime soon and begging for more.
My chest convulses, hips bucking while my toes and fingers curl and my pussy pulsates under his tongue in waves.
A tear slides down my face when I bite down on the inside of my cheek, the resulting grunt coming out as a strained growl.
I choke in breaths as Lowell removes his tongues, leaving my body to spasm with the aftershocks of orgasm while mourning the emptiness of his departure.
With erratic breaths, I’m brought down from the clouds. Feeling lighter upon my descent, I float back to reality while cocooned in the warmth of Lowell’s deep breaths.
Lowell was right.
A lofty smile paints my lips.
This is the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
My gaze drifts to find him standing, handing me my pants without a word. His expression is dull and serious despite the massive bulge in his pants. Although I stare, he doesn’t say a word.
My mind is riddled with incoherent thoughts, my limbs limp and hardly functioning. Nevertheless, I slide off the table and take the pants from him, clumsily putting them on until they’re somewhat how they were before they were ripped off. I take my time buttoning them since I know what comes next.
I don’t have the energy to feel afraid or to worry. Everything between my bones and flesh turned to jelly. If anything, I feel content. At peace.
The moment the top button of my pants snaps closed, Lowell pins me to the ground, returning to the feasting position he was in prior. The only difference now is that there is a straining erection spearing my stomach. I try to lift my hips into him, but his weight is too much for me to budge.
I stare at the back of his throat, at the tongues that were just inside of me. The mouth that was once giving me earth-shattering pleasure.
I wish he fucked me.
“I have to eat you, now, May,” Lowell says, his mouth agape. “Understand?”
“I know,” I reply, my tone bland.
He lowers his jaw, saliva dripping from his teeth to fall against my skin.
The warmth is pleasant against the cold hardness of the cobblestones at my back, and I wish that I were coated in his saliva through sloppy kisses.
I can’t stop imagining Lowell eating me with care, sliding down his thick, muscled throat while he revels in my taste…
I’m thinking the most stupid thoughts possible.
My mind is melted.
And in that melted stupidity, I say aloud the one idiotic idea I had kept to myself for my entire imprisonment. Maybe in a desperate bid for survival — I’m unsure of the reasoning, or anything right now — but the words leave my lips nevertheless.
“We should blow up the Orageist Pass,” I mumble aloud into Lowell’s open mouth, the back of his throat inches from my nose.
He tilts his head to see me better, his fleshy eyebrows raised. “Hmm?”
Lowell’s pause makes my heart beat faster, adrenaline pumping into my checked-out system. I’m snapped back into reality all-too-quickly, a headache splitting my skull in two.
Blood is rushing to my face. Fear has returned. The thread that held together my sense of self-preservation has finally unraveled.
I can’t let him end me here.
A copper taste in my mouth rests on my tongue as I ramble out my words so fast they slur together.
“If we can expand the Orageist Giant’s domain into the original Sandpits’ habitat, it would be classified as a Hostile Habitat and would be off-limits as per section 3.
4.11 of the Surveyor’s code.” I suck in a breath so quickly it sounds comical.
“Many many many years ago, Sandpits and the Orageist Giant used to live symbiotically before the Orageist Pass was constructed in Rime Mountain by human intervention.”
Lowell curiously pulls away, closing his maw until it’s only slightly ajar.
He appears intrigued by my stupid, reckless idea.
I quickly continue to fill his silence, convinced that if I keep talking, he won’t rip my face off.
“I know that Gaia 4 has explosives, and we can use those to destroy the man-made barricade that covers the pass and lure the Orageist Giant through it. The Giant is a roaming beast and will move into any area within the radius of its cave, including our target area.” I suck in another breath, my chest tight.
“Once it’s lured out, I can report back to the Nilsan Government that the Orageist Giant’s domain has expanded, and the construction project will be canceled.
They will not be able to restore the barrier below the Pass since the Giant has grown much larger since the barricade’s initial construction.
It has a rumored weather ability as well, making it a greater danger to any construction crew.
No sane person would work with that creature roaming the area. ”
Lowell’s eyes flick up and down from my mouth to my eyes, taking in my spout of information. Finally, he places a finger to his chin and replies, “I have a question.”
I bite down on my lower lip, nervous. “Yes…?”
He blows air into my face and I cringe.
“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?” Lowell asks.
Yes.
“No?” I reply.
“Well, you certainly do, considering you just proposed that my crew and I lure out one of the most dangerous creatures on the continent while you scurry back off to Nilsan to ‘report’ the findings.” His grip around my wrist remains tight as he tilts his head inquisitively.
“You’re baiting me into a death trap while you make your escape back to Nilsan. How dare you prey on my desperation.”
I can’t believe Lowell is entertaining this idea, even if he’s poking holes in it. I should have known that a stupid plan would intrigue such a stupid man.
I have to convince him to accept, somehow.
I lick my lips, saliva building as bile rises in my throat. “You misunderstand — I wouldn’t be reporting the findings until after the Orageist Giant is lured out.” I lock my gaze with his, unblinking. “Because I’m going to lure it.”