7. Aurora and the fairytale
Chapter seven
Aurora and the fairytale
I pulled the t-shirt over my body and immediately hugged the soft, worn cotton to my skin. There was nothing like an oversized t-shirt that had been worn down to the point of being practically silk. Not to mention, the sleeves were like tents on my arms. I flapped them happily, testing out the fabric. It was a bit exposing to not wear underwear, but as I stood up, keeping off my left foot, the shirt fell to my knees. Perfection. I held onto the posts of his bed and flipped my head forward. Drying my hair one handed like a drunken flamingo wasn’t the easiest thing. I managed it somehow and hobbled my way to the bathroom to hang up the towel.
If he finds me trying to walk, he’ll probably toss me over his shoulder. Would he spank me for being bad?
My body lit on fire as a lovely image filled my head. His mighty palms against my flesh, the sting of a lover’s spanking… I dreamily sighed, leaning my back against the doorframe. You’re a free woman. What’s the harm in fantasy? I thought of him pulling the towel off my body instead of offering me food and fresh clothes. I considered how pretty his eyes would look as he watched me against his firm bed. I felt the tingle between my thighs as my unloved engine roared to life.
I used to love sex, used to crave it and would seduce Anthony at the drop of a hat. It had been two years since I felt the vigor, since I looked at the man I vowed to spend my life with and imagined him naked. We had intercourse a few times in the last two years, but it wasn’t thrilling. It wasn’t fun or exciting or even enticing.
Yet, peeking over my shoulder at the bedroom door, my thighs clenched. Go for it; do it! What could be the harm? I’d probably never see him again; that was how it always happened in fairytales. One torrid affair, then he would help me get home, and I’d have a tingling memory to sustain me for years. So… what truly was the harm?
I limped to the door, careful of my foot. Leaning against the doorframe, I watched my fairytale Adonis move about his kitchen. He put a pot on the stove, turning toward the table and freezing when he caught me staring.
“Uh, can you help me with something?” I bit my lower lip, fiddling with the hem of the shirt.
“Of course. One moment.” He reached over the stove and put the pot on low before stalking toward me. With every rumbling step, my heart slammed against my ribcage. A blush burned across my throat. My nipples ached against the fabric, and I did my best not to cover them. Either Yuri was too nice to peek at them, or he didn’t notice as he stepped up in front of me. “Are you alright? Did it start bleeding again?”
I shook my head nervously, peeking up at him before my gaze fell to his chest. While it was human shaped , he was covered in belly scales, soft, almost yellowish, slightly peachy scales that looked like smooth river stones. I placed a palm against his sternum, letting my fingers spread against his chest. They were glossy, like he was actually a marble statue and not a person breathing in front of me. I only knew he was real by the slight movement in his belly and the feeling of his breath on my face.
“I really should elevate this foot, you know. Standing’s probably not a good idea,” I croaked, peeking up at him again.
“If we eat on the couch, you can prop it on the arm.” He glanced toward the couch, but I caught his strong chin with two fingers and slowly brought his gaze back to me. It churned my stomach with giddy nerves.
“I was thinking of propping them up on your shoulders.”
A deep, heated growl rolled up his chest and filled his clenched jaws, sharp eyes burning like a pyre as he closed what little distance there was between us. Yuri plucked my hand from his chest and brought it to his mouth. While his muzzle wasn’t very pronounced, it was more obvious when he loomed over me and pressed his mouth against the racing pulse in my wrist. He kissed my sensitive flesh, baring his teeth as he growled louder. “Dollface, you need to be careful what you wish for in these woods. You’ll get what you ask for…but it’s never what you expect.”
I gulped down air as I leaned forward out of the doorway. His other arm immediately, protectively, wrapped around the small of my back. My voice came out in raspy burst of air, “What if…it’s even better than what I expect?”
A long, flat tongue pressed against my skin, licking across my wrist before flashing his razor-sharp teeth at me. If it was a warning, it didn’t work in his favor. All it did was excite my insides even more. I stared at him, hungry and desperate for him to touch me. Take me, make me feel alive again, cure the hole in my heart. He inhaled sharply through his nose before groaning, “Only one way to find out.”
“Kiss me,” I begged.
And Yuri was right. Whatever I wished for, I got… and it wasn’t what I expected. I was used to tender kisses and slithering words in my ear, hot breath against my neck, roaming fingers across my skin. What I got from Yuri was so much better than that.
He snapped his hands down to the back of my thighs and hoisted me off the ground once more. At that point, I thought he just enjoyed the short, sharp squeak of panic from me as he pinned my back against the doorframe. Yuri wrapped my legs around his waist and slammed his body to mine. Our kiss was hard, teeth clicking, open mouths gulping down the other’s air, tongues brushing before he devoured my mouth. He furiously pressed firm kisses against my lips over and over, then trailed down my jaw to my throat. His fingers burrowed in my soft, plush thighs. I’d enjoy the bruises later. A keepsake.
Sharp teeth grazed along my jugular, and a frantic plea burst from my throat. “Bite me.”
“Dollface,” he chuckled darkly against my throat. “You know I can’t do that.”
He sucked on the crook of my neck, sending jolts of pain and pleasure to my core. My fingers helplessly clawed at his back, finding purchase between thick plates of boney scales. I arched my back, giving him more access to my neck. Yuri kissed down until his growl vibrated my collarbone.
“But what I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth into you.”
I breathlessly laughed as his mouth found mine again. Over and over in dizzying patterns, he would kiss me until I was gasping for air then cover my throat. It wasn’t long before I realized why his hands stayed under me. The back of his knuckles brushed my exposed slit, and I shivered. Yuri ground against me hard, brushing my swollen lips even slower.
“I bet you taste like honey, a sweet thing like you,” he purred, our mouths brushing but a breath apart. His knuckle slipped between my curls, and my eyes rolled back in my head. The tender touch against my clit was enough to send my soul into orbit. My body was putty in his clawed hands as he circled my clit agonizingly slow. With a growl, he ripped my soul back into my body. “Tell me, Dollface, when’s the last time someone ate you alive? Made you scream your throat raw? Bet that foot won’t hurt when I’m through with you. Can’t feel a cut when every inch of you is sore. I’ll make your sweet pussy the sorest part of you. Won’t be able to take a step without feeling me buried inside you.”
I panted for air, moving my hands to grab the sides of his face. I focused my swimming gaze on him, the world behind him turning into a smokey haze. “Only one way to find out.”
He smirked, wicked and hungry, his teeth shimmering in the light. “You’ll regret asking the woods for me, Dollface. I’ll ruin you.”
“Ruin me,” I pleaded, eyes fluttering closed. I stole a kiss, lingering in the tension. It was refreshing to feel so desired, so needed, that dirty, honeyed words fell from their mouth. Ruin me? No one could ruin me. Anthony tried, in his own way, he tried to make me what he wanted. But I was always there, under all the caked-on city smog and demur make-up. No one could ruin me… but Yuri? He could definitely ruin my low standards.
Even if I never saw my gator again, even if I didn’t remember his name when I stumbled back home, I would never allow another lover to treat me like a project. I wasn’t a charity case. I wasn’t a dirty t-shirt that needed fixing. I was an experience!
Yuri ripped me away from the door frame and dropped me onto the bed in a smooth move. I bounced across the comforter once before he was over me, tugging the shirt off my torso. The fabric hung from the headboard as he kicked off his boots. My hands frantically pulled at his belt and jeans, stroking down the outside of his hips and thighs. He was cold and tough, the ribbed scales that lined his back and tail making it fun to touch him. His tail flopped to the side, a prop shelf for my bad foot that he held up. “Keep those puppies elevated, Doll.”
His mouth found my nipples before I could retort. My head tossed back into an array of pillows. His lower pillows were firm, almost like soft rocks. The top ones were fluffy, and I sank through them in ecstasy. I cried out as he popped off a nipple with a lewd smack. He licked the flesh under my breast and across my sternum. I wanted to tease him about tasting me, but the words died in my throat. Only garbled pleas and moans trickled past my lips as he kissed down my belly toward my hips. He nipped my pelvis a few times, eliciting yelps of pain and pleasure. My foot kicked against his tail, but it stayed put as he lowered himself between my thick thighs.
“Fuck, I could bite them,” he groaned, sucking the seam of my legs.
“Please,” I heaved for air.
I got what I asked for. Yuri hoisted my other leg and tossed it over his shoulders. My foot pressed against his ribbed hide as he sank his teeth into my thigh. White stars filled the darkness behind my lids as pleasure zipped to my clit, leaving me a live wire. He moaned, lapping his tongue against my flesh as he sank his teeth into me. I clawed his comforter as the sting mixed with the peculiar joy of feeling him biting me.
Yuri pried his jaw off my thigh, pressing his tongue along all the wounds. I gasped for air as something akin to Pop Rocks prickled my thigh. Sitting up on my elbows, I looked down at the bite marks—bruised, dark purple marks in the perfect shape of his jaw, an oval ring on my skin… but the wounds were closed.
“What?” I didn’t realize I looked at my foot until he chuckled.
“I’m not lickin’ your foot, Dollface. Clean or not, a gator’s got standards. I draw the line at lickin’ the pads of your feet.”
I giggled, flopping back against the bed. “You just don’t want your prey gettin’ away, huh? Want to keep me trapped and helpless so you can eat me alive.”
He pushed up on his hands, hovering over my hips. I peeked at him, pink and red splotches covering my nipples and cheeks. He smirked. “You don’t wanna be my prey. You think I’m rough now? Test my instincts out in the mud and moss. I’d hunt you down in a heartbeat.”
Images of him pinning me to the wet, soggy earth, clawing at the trees as he fucked me on my hands and knees, filled my mind like swarming bees. A bite here, a thrust there, the feel of him growling in my ear and my bare nipples in the cold mud; it bombarded me. I’d never considered the possibility, and suddenly, I wished my foot was healed.
Was I a primal girl? Who knows? Maybe !
His flat tongue swiped through my dripping curls, and a hearty moan broke me away from my thoughts. I brought both my feet to his back, careful of pressing with my injured one. His teeth grazed my lips, and I shuddered with delight. The tip of his tongue circled my clit while his claws retracted. I sighed dreamily as two large fingers sank into my warmth. Like a professional guitarist, he curled them and stroked my walls. I bucked into his mouth, taking fistfuls of his soft hair. It was silky between my fingers as I rode his tongue. His fingers rocked into me as progressively, he grew bolder and faster, prodding my insides until my eyes rolled back in my head.
Something snapped in my belly, and a cold wash of delight rolled over me. My nipples ached as goosebumps covered every inch of my body. I bucked harder, pressing his tongue against my sensitive clit. He ripped his fingers from my fluttering cunt, and my fingers lost his hair as he hoisted my hips up and stuffed his tongue deep inside me. I’d never been lapped up before… but I would recommend it for the rest of my life. His tongue stroked up my insides, making sure not a drop was lost. He rumbled, a low vibration that shook my bones and left me quivering.
Yuri swiped his tongue across my swollen lips a few more times before pulling away. He sat back on his calves, my ankles trapped on his shoulders still, smug. There was something about a lover wearing my cum on their lips that was devastatingly attractive. I was spread across his bed, my wet hair a mess in his pillows, chewing on my lower lip. He looked me dead in the eyes and licked his lips clean .
“I knew it; a sweet thing like you couldn’t taste more like honey straight from the hive if you tried.” His yellow orbs roamed down my chest toward the cunt he’d just finished eating. A wicked smirk curled his lips, showing me his razor teeth once more. I was breathless. Boneless. Mindless. I stared at him, gulping down air and trying to shove my soul back into my body as he twisted to kiss one ankle, then the other. He bared his teeth to my calf, as if considering sinking his teeth into the other leg. “Fuck, Dollface.”
“Whu-what?” I fumbled the sounds in my throat.
“You,” he chuckled, lowering my legs around his waist. “The way I would sink my teeth into every inch of you. Maybe I’ll just sink this into you instead?”
I struggled to sit up on my elbows again before following his attention to the space between us. Hidden through a slit I didn’t even see among the scales, a long, green cock pressed out between us. The slit split open to allow the hefty organ to spread out before me. Like his belly, soft, embedded scales ribbed down a butternut squash-shaped cock. He didn’t have a mushroom tip, only a tapered end covered in a light sheen of slick. His base was thick enough to make my head spin, and the rest of his cock was already dizzyingly big. I peeked up at him, not sure if any of that was fitting inside me.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little stuffing, Dollface?” he teased, taking hold of his cock by the base. Yuri stroked himself, pressing against my bruised thigh. Despite concern for my organ placement, there was something thrilling about the idea of him filling me, stuffing me completely.
“Not afraid,” I laughed nervously. “Just… concerned you’re about to fuck my intestines into my throat.”
He chuckled, pressing the smooth head of his cock against my slit. Buzzing need filled me as he spread me open. Yuri lowered himself, hovering over me with one hand pressed to the pillows beside my head while the other kept his cock guided. I couldn’t wrap my legs around him fully if I wanted.
“Don’t worry. If I split you open, I’ll lick it better.” He winked at me. Nervous, giddy giggles bubbled up through my chest as I cupped his face. He pressed deeper, and my insides clenched. “Breathe for me. You can take it. You just need to relax. Let me do the work.”
I sank back into the bed, letting my eyes roll back. My thighs trembled as he sank an inch further. Warmth spread through me and my core tingled. Yuri purred, “That’s my girl. Spread that pretty pussy for me. Let me give you everything you asked for. Such a good, sweet thing, taking all this cock.”
Everything, I could feel everything as he speared me alive. Sparks and fireworks filled the abyss of my head as everything went quiet inside me. Even my heart slowed as I lingered in that gooey place, warm and filled. I curled my toes, enjoying the ache filling my hips. When he sank as deep as he could, he pulled back, his cock sliding back out, leaving me hollow. My core begged for him to come back. Only when the head of him pressed against my needy insides did he press back inside, faster this time, but not by much. He dragged the feeling with him. Agony and delicious fire mixed in my belly as he worked me wider and wider.
The ache in my hips turned to a tingling sensation as he was able to actually thrust into me. I panted for air. A soft hand cupped my cheek, and my eyes fluttered open. “I warned you I’d ruin you, Dollface. Your pussy’s not going to ache this much for anyone else.”
My mouth fell open seconds before he claimed my lips. He hunched over me, and I could feel his muscles move, strategic strikes, swift and lethal as his hips slammed into mine. I inched closer to taking his massive base. It smashed against my abused cunt and bruised my swollen lips. At first, I was helpless, swallowing his air, trying to keep up with his kiss, and shivering with every thrust. Then, slowly, something built in me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, curling my fingers into his hair. My hips bucked back, pressing him deeper. I growled against his mouth. Our teeth clinked harder as our kiss grew nastier. Yuri cupped my face and stabbed his tongue into my mouth, as if he could fuck my throat with it, tasting every inch of cheeks.
He pulled away, tossing his head back. The low vibration came back, and it rolled up through his cock and directly into my core. I blinked rapidly, whimpering as it hit me. His throat bobbed as the vibration grew louder, turning into a growl from his mouth. However, the feeling of it grew more intense from his cock. I clawed at his chest, using my thrusts to fuck myself onto him. His hips clashed with mine as I desperately chased an orgasm. His vibrations rolled through my clit, and I tossed my head back into the pillows. Back arched, fingernails dug into his slick, belly scales, pussy on the edge of collapse, I teetered on the knife’s edge.
Then, he growled again, tossing me over the cliff of an orgasm. I cried out—no, I screamed. I actually screamed, a clawing-up-my-throat scream that filled the room as I burst. Every inch of my body trembled and tears welled in my eyes. As my walls clamped open and shut around him, I felt him press those last few inches in me. Stars filled my vision. Warm, wet feelings spread through me and left me a puddle of goo in his bed.
“That’s my girl.” He dropped onto his hands, rutting against me. I didn’t even realize he came until I felt him soften, when thick trails of him ran down my backside and soaked the sheets beneath me. With one last shudder of his cock and a final rope of cum, Yuri softened enough to slip from me. And he was right; everything ached… I could hardly feel the cut on my foot as his cock disappeared back into the slit in his pelvis.
Yuri dropped onto the bed beside me, panting heavily. “Fuck.”
“Yeah?” I giggled, trying to find a single braincell to make words with. “You were right.”
“Hmm, about what?” He snorted, laying his cheek against the pillow. I flopped my head to the side, staring into his glittering eyes. It made my heart flip, which was a welcome feeling after an endless amount of racing and organ bulldozing .
“I can’t feel the cut on my foot.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re gonna regret being so cheeky in the morning, Dollface. That pussy of yours is going to be sore.”
I wanted to thank him. Was it weird to thank him? Yuri grunted as he climbed out of bed. I struggled and failed to sit up to ask him where he was going. It didn’t matter. I was too happy, basking in the simple joy of a massive endorphin release. I’d never cum that hard, well, ever .
And the cherry on top? As I lay on the bed, recovering and dripping with his cum, I couldn’t stop smiling.