Chapter 16
Alight groan left her lips. Never had someone said those words to her with such heavy desire and need. Such words that caressed her soul to its very core.
In that one instant, in the midst of the light from the outside storm, Griselda swore her very being ceased to exist. Caught in the claws of a royal naga.
Confessing and confiding in each other just to end up in this lustful state.
Her heart felt like it was going to burst through her ribs and leave her a shaking mess.
Thrasik’s tail pulled on her ankle as his scaled hand caught her waist, pulling her flat on her back against the ground. She placed her hands on his chest. The plated scales beneath her palms burned like a fire kindled behind them.
“I crave you like nothing else.” His firm snout nosed at her collarbone. “You smell so fucking intoxicating, it’s everything I can do to not gorge myself on you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Ice ran down her back causing a flare of emotions between the intense heat that pooled between her thighs. Every nerve in her body was on edge and felt like she was going to pop and disappear into thin air.
“As selfish as it may be, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the waterfall cave. You’ve stained my tongue. Marked it with your devilish body.” Licking up her throat, a growl huffed from his open maw.
Devilish.
A smirk spread across her lips as she fought a moan against the warmth of his tongue.
“If you think my body is devilish, maybe you need to experience my mouth,” she whispered, turning her head toward his dangerously close maw.
“Your tongue is too cute and small to do anything devilish. Unless you mean your sharp words, I don’t understand.” Thrasik grinned, his lips curling into a hungry snarl.
“Maybe that’s because you haven’t thought outside your own experiences.” Griselda’s face formed a pout as she reached up for his face, eyelashes fluttering while Thrasik’s claws grazed her waistline. “I want to kiss you.”
The spiked brows before her twisted in confusion. “Kiss?”
“Kiss. You know, to place our lips together.”
“What do you mean by this?” His head cocked, spines falling over his shoulder.
Griselda pressed a finger firmly to her pouty mouth. “Hmm… Do you remember what you did with your tongue between my legs?”
“Vividly,” he huffed.
“I want to do that to your mouth.” She moved her finger from her lips and pointed at his maw.
Thrasik’s brows raised, eyes widening. “Yes. Yes, I would like that.”
Lightning sparked close by, sending another flare of light against their bodies. Holding his maw, she moved closer in the brief moment of light. Thrasik’s eyes analyzed her every motion as they bounced between her features.
Griselda breathed in as she neared his lips, enjoying the deep oolong fragrance that seeped from his dark scales.
His maw was much larger than her lips would be able to simply kiss, but she had an idea to fix this problem.
One that she’d unashamedly thought about a couple times in the past few days.
She lightly kissed the middle of his snout and felt his body freeze in place, each muscle locking as it twitched down his spine.
Placing another kiss on his upper lip, she delicately licked the smaller scales that lightly trembled beneath her mouth.
Even if he weren’t snaggletoothed, she wasn’t sure he’d be able to purse his lips properly for a formal kiss.
But that was fine. Moving further down, she pressed her lips to his long canine.
A breath huffed from him into her face. Holding back a giggle, she licked against his fang all the same.
It tasted odd. Like nothing she could describe despite the earthy flavor.
“Open more.” She tapped his snout lightly.
Thrasik obeyed and cracked his maw further. He was being rather well behaved and she wondered if her actions were truly having any effect on him or if he was playing for her behalf.
Pulling back, she glanced at him and watched as he struggled to focus on her in a flicker of light. Delicately grabbing his tongue, she traced down to the forked tip and peppered kisses down its smooth length. A groan slipped from him. His tail steadily tapped against the ground.
Suddenly, they both locked gazes as she realized he caught on to her game. Before he could react, Griselda lightly sucked the tip of his tongue past her lips and flicked her own tongue against his.
Thrasik’s eyes immediately rolled, a groan rumbling from his throat. His claws tightened around her. She gave another delicate lick against him before releasing and staring at him.
“Please, don’t stop. Feels so good,” he whined, flicking his tongue against her lips in complaint.
An unexpected moan slipped from Griselda’s lips as Thrasik tightened his body around her. A blush spilled across her face to the tips of her ears. She didn’t know why it embarrassed her to be turned on by him coiling around her body.
His tongue flicked across her lips again as a desperate groan keened from his chest. He bucked his hips against her thighs.
Curiosity made her stare down. It was hard enough to see him in this strange haze of the cave and the mixture of the dark clouds outside.
Lightning happened to strike every so often enough to give her a picture of his positions.
Thrasik’s tail wrapped up to her thigh from her calf.
Each squeeze tightened him further around her, causing her pussy to clench with unabashed desire.
Looking back up to his panting face, she noted how his lip was curled slightly back.
He looked more demonic in this pose. The way his spines draped over his bulky shoulders.
The shadows cast across his face by his fangs and spikes.
How massive he genuinely was in comparison to her.
Had she truly let her mind slip into an older way of thinking, then she might have screamed and fought for her life in such a situation.
Instead, Griselda let out a chuckle and gently touched the tip of her tongue to his before lightly licking up it to plant a peck on his snout.
A growled huff gusted into her face. Moving her hands to brace along his collarbone, Griselda traced her fingers around the broad scales that splayed along his chest. Each scale felt softer than she expected.
The ones on his back were much tougher and even had some rough texture to them.
These ones on his chest reminded her of the slick evergreen leaves that would be brought through on shipments during some occasions.
Rain splatter from outside began to trickle into the cave entrance.
A rumble shook through Thrasik’s chest before he shoved an arm under her and pulled them both deeper inside.
His scales were already cool enough that she figured he didn’t want to be chilled even more.
Though, in their movement he only further coiled himself around her.
“You’re body is so warm. Your existence is a bonfire that provides me direction and warmth.” Thrasik whispered into the crook of her neck, tongue flicking out to play with her blushing ear.
“If you keep coiled around me like this, I won’t be able to give you another kiss.” A sly smirk stretched along her mouth.
She wanted him to get worked up. To feel how she had these past few days. That maybe he’d finally push past whatever barrier he was holding back from.
“Please, sunshine. I want to taste more of you,” he groveled into the ground near her face, rubbing his maw back and forth. “No. I need more of you. I can’t hold it back anymore.”
There we go. Come on, don’t hold back.
Griselda wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled until she was on top of him. Her legs straddled around his slender but muscular waist. Surprise and heat flushed through her at the sudden confidence. Despite being a tad headstrong, she wasn’t ever one to take control in these moments.
Thrasik’s hands moved down her shoulders to her hips. One of his hands sliding until it began to palm at her ass.
“You’re even softer here. I haven’t forgotten the taste of your flesh, and by the gods I want to taste it again.” His tongue reached out and swiped across her cheek.
An acknowledging hum slipped from her before she rocked back onto her hips, placing both palms on his chest and minding the height of the cave.
There was just enough room at this back end for her to almost fully sit up on him.
Unfortunately, her knees barely touched the ground, so she was braced on the toes of her boots.
As soon as she locked her knees on his hips, he froze. Rapid breaths bounced from his maw.
A thought shot through her mind. Wiggling her hips, she didn’t feel anything but smooth scales and a slight ridge beneath them.
“Thrasik.” Hesitation warbled through her veins, not wanting to scare him by pushing too far.
He mimicked her earlier hum.
“I want you,” she whispered, enunciating each word.
His claws pricked on end, pinching into her as the ridge pressing against her core thrummed. Her nipples tightened into straining buds at the strain.
“I want to experience you. All of you.” She continued to trace her finger pads along his chest. “I don’t know what you’re scared of, but I want you to know it’ll be okay.”
A whine eased from his snout.
So, he is scared of something.
“Nothing we do in this moment will change how I view you. I promise that.” Reaching up to caress his maw, a pang hit her heart when he shoved the side of it into her palm.
The hot air dancing from his snout began to make the air clammy.
“Then you must know. My species breeds differently.” His hands grazed up to her shoulders before a claw traced around her face, flickering an afterimage into her mind from distant lightning. “Violently.”
Griselda’s eyes widened, but not in fear. She’d craved something different. Something abnormal. In the past years, all she’d known was how to bend over, zone out, and let whoever was visiting take advantage of their desires as part of the regulations for being an altar maiden.