Chapter 8
Naomi
I felt a little bad for Krashe when I realized he was marked by a dozen scratches on his face.
Kiwi had done that when he thought he needed to protect me from the big bad Warlord.
It was no wonder that he’d shoved my little animal friend under a basket to stay out of his way.
I really didn’t like that, but at least he had done what I said, he hadn’t hurt my new friend.
It didn’t make me feel any less angry about what was happening right now.
But I was angry at myself as much as I was angry with Krashe.
He was bullying me around, doing what he wanted without asking me if I was okay with it.
But damn it, my body really liked it when he did that, which was really infuriating.
Maybe there really was something to the whole mating thing.
I had to be in heat for him or something, reacting extra strongly to his presence.
My eyes just wanted to keep dropping to the cock he was stroking just above my bare belly.
It was the first cock I’d ever seen in the flesh, but I knew it looked nothing like a human cock.
It had a split tip for instance, which was really freaky but also really hot.
The split tip was writhing and twining together, each tip glistening with white precum.
The base of his cock was easily as thick as my wrist and veined.
The scales there were more a suggestion that actual scales, like his flesh was pebbled and textured without any sharp edges.
He was roughly stroking the length and each time he reached the tips, they would curl toward his fingers.
My passage clenched, flooding with wetness when I couldn’t help but imagine what that might feel like inside of me.
Nope, not happening. This was already more than I signed up for, but I also felt like I couldn’t say no.
Maybe I didn’t even want to. Wasn’t I trying to live the best version of myself each moment of the day?
I had too many brushes with death at this point to live with any regrets.
I was thinking I might definitely regret it if I didn’t seize my chance to watch him work his alien cock.
As long as that’s all he was doing, but I was pretty sure at this point that he was; he wanted to spill his seed on my flesh.
“I will make you smell of me,” Krashe growled, his pace quickening.
I couldn’t help but squirm my hips beneath him.
He had thrown several of his coils over my body, keeping me in place, but he was rising above me from just to my right.
His cock was over my bare belly, and when he got rougher with his strokes, his knuckles brushed along my skin with each stroke.
Already, white drops had trickled onto my belly, pooling in my belly button.
I was so wet, I was sure that was defeating the whole point, but Krashe didn’t seem to intend to stop.
I didn’t want him to at this point, I wanted to see this through to the end.
This was for safety right? To keep the other Naga from finding out about me.
I didn’t even care about that at this point, I just wanted to see his face when he came, discover what sound he’d make.
Everything about him was savage and feral, a Warlord to the bone.
From his wide shoulders, the deep red scales that glimmered with gold, to the wild swirls and stripes that glowed along his upper body.
His wine-red eyes were locked onto my face, leaving me no doubt at all that it was me he was thinking of as he pleasured himself.
His bloodstained face was pulled into something that almost resembled a grimace, his focus that intense.
Some of his long hair freed from the tight ponytail he wore it in.
Feathers, beads, and braids scattered through the auburn tresses over his shoulders.
I felt like I was being taken by a Warlord, a savage primal alien.
He was marking me his and that was barbaric and primitive and I was just so on board for it, it was crazy.
If my hands weren’t pinned above my head right now by the heavy weight of one of his coils…
I might reach down into my pants and touch myself.
I mean, when you thought about it, it was empowering to realize just how hot he was for me, how furiously he was rubbing himself while staring at my face.
He looked at me like he’d been dying to do this, like alien, strange, and paralyzed me was his idea of perfection.
Yeah, no wonder it was such a turn-on. And combine that with his bossy, possessive attitude?
While he never once hurt me, yeah… Okay so maybe I was willing to be his mate, eventually.
As soon as he proved to me that he wasn’t going to toss me to his Clan when he had his fill.
I dropped my eyes from his savage expression back to his cock and had to bite my lip to muffle a groan.
His flesh was slick from his own precum, the bifurcated head flushed so dark it was nearly black.
He was close, I knew it, and pleasure skated up my spine at the thought.
Maybe I had some seductress in me after all…
Then he growled and my nipples grew tight in response, my passage clamping down on nothing; it was a pleasure that hinted at pain.
His cock twitched in his fist and then the tips curled tightly together and seed splattered from them, sizzling across my skin.
Jet after jet burst from him with each pleasured groan he made.
His eyes burned my skin as he watched with satisfaction how he painted me with his spill.
I could feel each drop like a spot of heat on my flesh until it cooled.
My belly was good and coated, but it had splattered across my chest too.
It smelled good, like caramel popcorn but I still hoped he didn’t expect me to keep wearing that stuff like bad body paint.
“Satisfied now?” I demanded, a hint of my own frustration bleeding into my sharp tone.
Now he was going to roll over and go to sleep, and I could just lie here in the mess, hot and bothered but too embarrassed now that the heated moment had passed, to do something about it.
“No,” he snarled, much to my surprise. His split tongue flicked out into the air, and I knew he was sifting through the scents, deciding whether mine was masked enough. His eyes were like burning coals, heating more and more with each flick of that long alien tongue.
His fist finally released his cock, the long length still hard, the tips still wiggling together.
“This isn’t enough,” he said more calmly, and his eyes flicked up beneath his long lashes just long enough to pierce me with a look I couldn’t decipher.
He pressed his open hand palm down onto my belly, directly into the mess of seed that coated my skin.
Locking eyes with me, it felt like he was daring me, throwing down a challenge.
Then he twisted his wrist and tunneled his seed-coated hand down into my pants in a single, confident move.
My spine arched up, sensation searing through me.
I was lucky, I still had most of my ability to feel in that area, but I swore, nothing had ever felt as intense as the raspy texture of his palm as he cupped me between my legs.
With two fingers, he spread my lower lips, pinching my clit between them and rubbing his seed-covered digits with just the right amount of pressure.
I saw stars, an orgasm shooting through me like lightning.
“Ah Krashe!” It was like I’d waved a red flag in front of a bull, shouting his name like that was like I’d invited him to shrug off his restraints.
I was divested of my pants and underwear in seconds, his coils finally freeing me up so he could spread my legs and plant himself between them.
My body went tight for a brief moment, thinking he was about to shove that monster cock into me.
One orgasm wasn’t enough foreplay to take him into my untried passage, I knew that much.
But he settled his shoulders between my thighs.
I could only feel hints of the brush of his scales against my skin there, but I definitely felt it when he spread my lips and started to rub my clit again.
Using his other hand, he rubbed his spent into my belly, running it down to spread more of it along my lips and passage.
It didn’t take him long at all to find my opening, circle it with his thick finger, and then pierce me with a grunt.
I came again, my body so primed for him, my flesh tingling everywhere his seed touched me.
“Good girl,” Krashe drawled, his split tongue flicked out and he drew it along my slit with a bliss-filled look.
“That’s it, more.” I didn’t know exactly what more he wanted, considering this whole thing started to cover my scent, not make it stronger.
I was only too happy to let him flick that long tongue along my clit, his finger gently stroking in and out of me, until I burst into another round of blinding pleasure.
When he leaned closer and drew my clit entirely into his mouth I yelped, everything was too sensitive now.
My hands found his head, digging into his hair as I pushed him away.
“No, too much! Let go of me!” I moaned, still trembling from my last orgasm.
Krashe raised his glistening mouth from my flesh with the widest grin on his handsome, foreign features.
To my relief, he pulled back, raising himself on his hands and tail above me to inspect his handiwork.
Then he flicked out his tongue again and nodded with satisfaction.
“If you can’t take more, I will give you a break…
” He said, and then he broke out an honest-to-God smile that made him look rakish and kind of boyish, a stark contrast with his normally serious or downright grumpy expression.