Chapter 19 #4
I watch him with reverence as he presses his eyes closed, his neck muscles working to close his gaping jaw that is ready to bite me again. While completely in control, he delicately unravels at the seams, an undoing so intense yet slight I’d miss it if not for the cracks in his voice.
“I’m going to—” Before he can finish his sentence, I’m suddenly filled with hot liquid. Cum coats every inch of my insides with its stickiness, the length of his cock pulsating as his whole body tremors. Lashes flutter, his chin tipped to the sky while his tail wags against the floor.
Never before did I think Lowell was as handsome as he is now. No attitude or bravado, just the dreamy, pathetic look of a man wholly immersed in pleasure.
His cock spasms, urged to continue its climax by the aftershocks of my orgasm. The haunting roar rattles through the tent and makes me blush as if I somehow hadn’t been already.
With one last burst of warmth, his load spills from my entrance, my pussy much too small to accept all of it. Riding out his climax, a few gentle thrusts send cum roping out of where we are connected, landing on my stomach with a slap.
I listen to Lowell’s guttural heaves as he shudders his last burst of release, his gasps for air overshadowing my heavy panting.
His entire body gives, shoulders releasing all tension. He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes glossed over and completely blissed out.
I lay a kiss on his chin, his mouth still agape and dripping with the remnants of blood and saliva.
He’s cute when he’s helpless.
Setting me softly to the ground, Lowell keeps his cock buried despite the mess, leaning on his good side to lie next to me. By how carefully he moves me, he intends to remain connected.
I caress his jawline as he collects himself, petting the smaller scales that are soft and pliable rather than rough and unmovable.
In such a short time, I’ve become incredibly fond of the textures of his face.
My opposite hand feels around the area of my shoulder where Lowell’s teeth marks remain, trace amounts of blood continuing to collect. I touch the wound, feeling the wet heat on my fingertips.
The raised skin excites me all over again.
The sudden feeling of a warm appendage jolts me, Lowell’s tongues darting out to lap up the crimson. To my delight, his mouth slides back to its usual cheeky smirk. He’s calmed down a bit, his features softened and relaxed. The lines on his face are smooth.
“Hopefully it’ll scar,” He says, swiping away any blood left. “So you’ll never be rid of me.”
I snort a laugh, unintentionally squeezing around him.
He flinches, a gasp caught in his throat.
“Then I get a shot at you too. So you have something to remember me by,” I say, observing his tongues slinking back into his maw.
Lowell shakes his head. In his eyes hangs an adoring look I’ve never seen from him, and it nearly melts me into the floor.
“No need… I won’t forget you anytime soon,” he says, brows lifting with innuendo. “I’ll be replaying your screams in my head every time I jerk off.”
“Don’t be so crude.” I blush, suppressing a giggle. “But I do hope that whenever you think of me in the future, your blood pressure rises in more ways than one.”
Dismissing my jab, he subtly rolls his eyes. “You are always saying I’m crude, yet you begged me to fuck you harder. Your mouth never matches your words — but that’s hardly a surprise.”
“You should be nice to me. I saved your life!” I say with an ill-tempered expression.
Lowell chuckles, hushing me with a kiss.
I playfully push him away, flustered. “A-anyhow, we should check to see if your leg—” I start, sliding out from underneath him.
Lowell stops me, pressing me back to the ground.
“Let’s stay like this for a while,” he says, swaying his hips against mine. The noise it makes is absolutely filthy.
I blush even harder, the intimate nature of us lying against one another while still being joined post-climax has my abdomen bursting with nerves. The feeling grows no less affectionate when Lowell collects me into his arms, pressing my head against his chest in an embrace.
“Lowell…” I protest, soothed by his slow and steady heartbeat.
“Nah, let’s relax. If I’m bleeding, it was well-worth it,” he snickers.
I stop resisting his crushing strength and succumb to his grasp with a natural ease.
“You’re impossible.” My cheek molds to his pectorals, creasing as I smile against him.
As I exhale, I realize I’m more exhausted than I thought. My arms and legs liquefy as I relax, an unfamiliar comfort and security I haven’t felt in years washing over me like a soft quilt on a chilly night.
I nod my head against the hard muscles of his chest. “Fine, we can stay like this, but only for a little bit.”
Lowell hums, gently stroking my bicep with his thumb. “Yeah, of course. Only for a little bit.”
Within a few minutes, I quickly drift off into a deep slumber.
I dream of a warm bath with lavender flowers scattered across the top, a cup of citrus tea, and the resounding relief of finally being home.
Even in my delirious sleep-state, I recognize that this sensation hasn’t come from my mind’s recreation of my childhood home, but rather from an internal all-encompassing peace.
Although I don’t wake up during the night, I know for certain that Lowell and I stay cuddled together for the rest of the night.