Chapter 12
Afew torturous hours passed by as Thrasik decided to fill her in on the history of the area after he learned her education didn’t involve much outside of Silyre.
His voice almost droned her to sleep, but she clung to each word with how new it was for the history she thought she understood.
“Mish’Ta was worshiped and revered by all, even those who weren’t naga.
” His arms were crossed as Griselda lazily combed her fingers through his spines.
“Even your High Priest was on good terms with her. Toward the end of her reign, things began to feel wrong. Mish’Ta started to act different and looked as though she had been struck with a disease of some kind.
My tribe began to blame you man-things for a possible blight.
We were unsure if such an illness could be transferred to a dragon of such size. ”
Griselda tried to keep focused on his stories.
She understood the importance they held to him, his tribe, and the lands surrounding, but each time he would grumble or groan about the political aspects his scales would puff and sidle.
They brushed against her in such a tantalizingly delicious way that it kept pushing her closer and closer to her secretive edge.
“There hit a time where Mish’Ta brought us all together in a final meeting and declared her illness.
Something was eating her alive. Her scales were falling off her flesh.
Her wings were nothing but sinew and bone.
The last view of her I remember was seeing her limp away in a shambling mass as a broodling.
There were always whispers that your High Priest had something to do with her state, but never any proof to support it.
” Thrasik’s voice sounded distant. He seemed blissfully unaware of how his motions and voice were impacting her.
“That’s part of why I want to go to Silyre.
To see if there are any answers to that mystery.
Especially considering some of my people were going missing before—”
His words were cut short by the sound of Griselda’s hand slapping to her mouth as a shiver wracked through her body. Burying her face into his spines and inhaling that deliciously heady oolong scent of his, she desperately tried to distract her body from the sensations he was sending through it.
“Griselda?”
Thrasik rolled to face her, grabbing her shoulder and the wrist of the hand covering her mouth. Her pussy sang at the texture of his scales sliding against it. She slammed her eyes closed to keep them from rolling while he was staring at her.
Surely he could smell how turned on she was.
Surely he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
History lessons be damned, she needed his tongue back inside her.
“I’m fine. I promise.” Opening her eyes, her pussy clenched as she watched strands of drool drip from the sides of his maw. “You’re, uh… Thrasik, you’re drooling.”
The naga’s amber eyes flew into minuscule slits. They almost appeared like full moons against his dark contrast of his oil slick scales. His breaths came out heavy.
Desperate.
Just like her own.
His claws stayed wrapped around her arms. Griselda glanced between them and his face. Her pulse raced. She became overly aware of how the fabric of her dress grazed over her pointed nipples. How her clit throbbed between her thighs. She felt like a woman crazed with how badly she wanted him.
Before another word could leave her mouth, a groaning sigh ripped from Thrasik as he flipped. The world whirled against her vision before she felt the grass of the field under her back.
The naga held her arms above her head in a single hand as he buried his face into her breasts.
Griselda bit her lip, her eyebrows knitting together. Her heart slammed in her chest. Rapidly beating to the rhythm of its own craving.
Fuck, finally! Crave me just as I crave you.
* * *
He couldn’t take it anymore. The scent of her slick rubbing into his spine. The small moans she kept trying to hide. That perfect way she played with his spines. It was all too much. She was sending him too close to the edge without even realizing it.
How unfair it was that she got to enjoy his body, but he wasn’t able to enjoy hers and instead had to bore her with nothing but old history lessons.
Bracing his hands above her, with her clenched in the fist of one, he lost himself in her scent.
Musky jasmine.
Smooth honey.
Thrasik nuzzled his maw into the center of her chest, not even paying attention to how her breasts jiggled at his aggression of wanting to be encased by Griselda’s entire being.
Unknowingly, he began to rub his seam against the soft mound between her thighs over her dress.
He was fully losing himself. Dark fingers massaged his mind, sending sparks and zaps through his vision as growls and hisses left him a writhing mess.
His hearing rang. The sounds past his own blood pressure were muffled, but he reared back at the feeling of vibration rumbling beneath his maw.
“Thrasik, can you hear me?”
The chime of Griselda’s voice caused him to raise his head, meeting her eyes and witnessing the gasping mess he had her in. His breaths came out in hard puffs. They rolled the instant she pushed her hips back into him, causing him to grind harder into her.
Somewhere between being lost in her scent and tuning into her voice, he lost his grip on her hands. The light pressure of her palms braced against his chest. Warmth surged through his scales at her touch. Something that was almost enough to make him rapture in his own desire.
Moving to his elbows, he buried his snout into the crook of her neck.
Griselda’s lips molded into a gasp. Her starlight hair sprawled in a mess around her like a crooked halo.
Those pointed ears tinged with a deep red hue similar to the blush that spread along her cheeks and shoulders.
He lavished the heat that burned from them.
Thrasik’s tongue slipped past his fangs, planting itself against her jawline and lazily licking up to her ear.
His tail thrashed in circles around them.
Somehow he hadn’t fully registered just how small she was in comparison to him until this moment.
A woman that was able to sit upon his back as if here were some form of transportation.
One that he could wrap fully in his tail.
A being that he could fully envelope with every fiber of his body.
The aspect turned him on even more. To know he towered over her. Could protect her. Could defend her with his dying breath. That she was a morsel all to his own.
That she is purely bite sized.
The thought flared his eyes wide. Liquid pooled in his mouth.
Sharp.
Fizzy.
Singeing.
He immediately pushed himself up above Griselda. Her green eyes stared at him in shock, reflecting both desire and panic. He hadn’t noticed her hands had gone down to his seam and were palming the entrance.
Be kind, be quick.
“I’m sorry, you smell too damn good for me to stop.” He covered his maw with a hand, trying desperately to keep the leaking venom from touching her.
Griselda’s lips parted, words about to spill forth. He couldn’t give her the time to ask questions. She could be mad at him now and forgive him later.
Rearing up onto his tail, he used the tip to wipe against her face in a loving motion. “This isn’t how things were to go. Please forgive me.”
Charging away, regret sank deep into his gut. Thankfully, there was a small treeline just beyond a cliff face. Somewhere he could finally exist in serenity and fully release himself.
Dread screamed through his mind as the venom poured between his fingers.
Green, acrid venom. It had been years since he’d experienced venom coming in.
Even during those times, it was only during bouts of battle and having to prove himself.
Surely fighting those guards wasn’t enough to tinge the hormones in his body to produce such a lethal product?
Making it to the closest tree, Thrasik braced his side against it and released his maw. He fully allowed his seam to relax and groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his cocks spilled forth. They throbbed desperately, bouncing in the air as he huffed to catch his breath.
Without further hesitation, he gripped them both in his venom-free hand and furiously rutted into his own fist. Both tapered to a blunt point, but only one oozed a lubricant that assisted his desperation.
Ridges on the lower one rubbed against flexible spines on the other and surged lightning through Thrasik’s vision.
It had been far too long since he’d been able to take care of himself.
So long, in fact, that had he been forced to sleep next to Griselda another night then he might’ve gotten himself off on her scent alone.
Her scent.
His snout tipped upwards, tongue tasting the air as he could still smell her slick along his spine. His envenomed claws dug into the tree he was braced against. The dark bark crunched and ripped beneath his grip while he strained to get himself off. Rough grunts snarled through his chest.
He needed this.
He craved it beyond life.
He just wished he could expel himself deep inside her.
Desire struck him fiercely. Before he knew it, he was hunched over the ground and thrusting into his hand.
The vision of her beneath him, moaning and clutching at his body, drove him into a lust filled madness.
His tongue lolled out of his mouth. His maw cracked as heavy breaths panted without rhythm.
Just - one - more—
Fuck!
A snarl tore from him. Ripping into the earthy grass below, his spine shivered and locked.
The tip of his tail twitched beyond control.
His scales puffed and rattled. Thrasik’s hand pumped hard to the base of his cocks.
The higher one swelled as thick ropes spurted from its swollen tip.
His lips snarled, muscles flexing, as his much needed orgasm devoured his mind and body.
The world smeared in his vision. Slowly coming back from his high, he stared at both his hands.
One covered in potent venom.
One covered in his seed.
A mess regardless. His scales shuddered.
A mess I want to fill her with.