Deus
Lydia trembles at my touch, like a delicate leaf quivering in a cascade of water. Her scent is like it has come from the ancestors, beautiful and rich, without any hint of bitter fear.
I cup the delicious orbs on her chest, rubbing my thumb over the tight peaks and making her moan, her head tipping back and her long hair brushing over my scales. It’s all I can do not to mess in my pants.
My seed belongs in one place and one place only. Her sweet cunt. It will not go anywhere but there.
I press my lips to the skin on her shoulder. She tastes as good as she looks, and I lap to taste her more while I slide my hand down over her hip and cup her buttock, teasing gently as I slide closer and closer to her apex.
“Deus,” she whispers.
I stop all movement, holding fast, holding on, my mouth on her ear.
“Whatever you want, little mate. It is yours.”
“Please…” she says, her voice cracking.
“Your pleasure is my command.”
“I want you,” Lydia breathes. “I want your touch.”
“Then I am going to put my mouth on you, mate, and I am going to send you to the stars.”
Before she utters another word, I have her on the seating, and I am between her thighs, spreading her wide.
“Beautiful,” I murmur as I gaze on her, sliding my hands, huge, rough, clawed on her skin, enjoying the view of her pink, glistening pussy.
I drop my head between her legs and take my first taste. I keep my eyes firmly on her as I groan at the flavor bursting over my tongue.
Nothing has ever tasted better than this sweet, delicious pussy. She has a sweet little nub at the very outer edge, which, as I explore it, makes her squirm and moan my name. It seems this is the key, and I nibble gently as her cries get louder.
Lydia’s body bucks under my onslaught, her entire form quivering before she floods me with the most delicious moisture I’ve ever tasted.
I drink her down, every last drop as her breath comes in ragged waves, and she continues to whimper the best noises in the entire universe.
Ones which have my cock leaking copiously.
Which have my mating gland pumping the mix through my veins and making me want to roar my triumph from the very top of the canopy around us.
My Lydia has taken my pleasure and she has made it her own. And she is now staring at me as if she isn’t sure where she is, her eyes half-lidded, two beautiful red spots on her cheeks.
“Was that to your satisfaction?” I rasp, my voice heavy with her taste.
“I don’t…I…that was incredible, Deus,” she says, hoarsely. “No one has ever…”
“Then you deserve more attention.” I nuzzle my nose back between her sopping folds, my eyes still fixed on hers.
Lydia releases a little cry of delight, her hand grasping at my hair.
“I need…” she says, her eyes wide and wild. “I need something more.”
“More?”
“I think…I need you.”
“And what do you need, little mate?”
“I need…” She bites her bottom lip once again. “You, inside me.”
“You wish to take my cock and seed,” I rumble.
She nods.
“You want me to breed you?”
Her eyes go wide.
“You want me to pleasure you, to fill you, but not to breed you?” I suggest.
“Y…yes,” she replies.
“Then I will not hook you, little ember, merely fill you to the brim.”
I remove my pants in less than a nova-second, slowly running my hand up and down my slippery shaft.
“Then you need to taste me, my sweet, because without my seed, your tight little cunt will never take me.”
I swipe my fingers over my leaking tip and offer them up to her mouth. Lydia looks at me.
“Tongue,” I order.
She puts out the tiny tip, all pink and moist. I think I’m going to spill right there, in my hand. Instead, I think very hard about the vegetation surrounding us and how much of it is deadly as I place a drop of my seed on her tongue.
“Oh,” she says, lapping it down. “Oh!” she exclaims as the liquid hits her system. “Deus!”