Chapter 7 #2
Green like the rest of him, but flushed darker, like moss or evergreens.
He glowed there too, lines and slashes that curled around his erection, they seemed to pulse with his excitement.
Thick as my wrist, easily, I knew that wasn’t going to work on the first attempt, but he was so dang pretty I was willing to try.
The exhaustion, the weakness of my body was almost entirely forgotten at that moment.
His eyes flashed to mine, a smirk curling his mouth.
I saw just a hint of a pearly white fang at the corner of his lip, denting it with soft pressure in the sexiest way.
When he released my wrists, when he slid his hand down my neck across my chest, I wasn’t expecting it.
I thought he’d notch the head of that cock against my opening and would slide home; I thought I wanted that.
But he lowered himself along my body, his hands caressing my breasts, my belly, the curve of my waist.
His head dipped between my thighs and his long, agile, tongue slid out and arrowed for my folds. I didn’t think about things like that, the last time I had a man go down on me had been awkward and rushed. This, I definitely thought I didn’t want, and then he made me want it so badly.
Zeidon’s growl rumbled through my body, vibrated through my clit, and there I was, back on the precipice.
I was even closer to tumbling over it this time, and I groaned, my fingers shooting down to clutch his luscious blue-green hair.
He tongued my folds, zeroed in on my clit, and started licking in a steady rhythm when that made me moan and writhe.
My thighs pinned open for him, my core weeping, I hurled over that edge with a shout.
My toes curled into the sand on one side, against his scales on the other.
He held me, his groan deep and low as it echoed the desire I felt.
I knew as I tumbled through the pleasure, that he had me, that he held me safe, and that I could trust him to catch me as I fell.
I fought to steady my breathing as the last twitches started to fade, and still, he nuzzled against me, his tongue lapping up my juices.
His eyes glowed at me, all the markings on his long, serpentine body glowed.
It was evident in his every move, touch, that he loved what he was doing.
I didn’t recall a single encounter in my life where I knew so absolutely that the man I was with enjoyed my pleasure as much as his own.
His head jerked up so suddenly that my vision spun, disoriented and confused.
The growl he emitted wasn’t the lusty, excited one from before, this one was filled with aggression.
“I hear another Naga, we must leave.” I had trouble switching from the languorous post-orgasm haziness to this sudden aggression and urgency.
I heard nothing, no approaching people at all.
The woods that surrounded the little lake were quiet, swaying gently in the breeze.
There was even a weird bird-like creature with a crooked bill chirping away on a branch.
But both Srazz and Buzz were pacing in circles and sniffing the air.
Buzz fluttered his wings anxiously and then alighted clumsily to land on Zeidon’s shoulder.
In that moment, I knew that I should just trust my companion’s instincts, all three of them.
I expected Zeidon to at least help me up so I could get dressed; not that I knew where my wet clothing had gone off to.
He didn’t let me do anything of the sort.
He dragged me into his arms, cradling me against his chest, snatched up his satchel and trident, and then raced into the woods.
Srazz made angry grumbling noises the entire trek back home, but Buzz was soon chirp-kee-kee-ing happily as if he enjoyed the ride.
I never saw any sign we were followed, or not alone, but Zeidon’s urgency was very real.
I wondered why he was hiding me from these Naga supposedly out there in the woods.
Struck by the thought that maybe he was doing something illegal by healing me, something his kind would not approve of.
Ducking into the dark tunnel, my skin broke out in a gazillion goosebumps, and not just because I was naked and cold.
I didn’t like that we were going back into the dark, into a confined space.
Then we reached the room with the fire and I was extremely grateful to get warm again.
I blushed a little when Zeidon blatantly stared as I shrugged into my leggings and sweatshirt, but then he held out a fur to me and the feeling faded.
He just wanted to take care of me, for some crazy, insane reason.
“Farah,” he said, “Show me the kiss again.” It wasn’t a question but a demand and it made me forget all about our mad rush home.
I let him settle me on one of his coils near the fire and tilted my head up to do what he wanted.
I was still reeling from the earlier pleasure, from how fast things had escalated, but kissing I could do.