Chapter 16 #2
The excitement of mutual lust, possible love, and overall affection was more than she might be able to handle.
“I’ve never had anyone outside my species.” Thrasik tilted her face closer to his. “But just from that ethereal scent drifting from you, I can tell I won’t ever have anyone else once I fully have you.”
Those words drifted in one ear, swam down to caress her heart with a clenching venom, and kissed her brain on the way out the other. The chills that raced up her arms and legs were enough to almost make her giddy.
“I can’t promise I won’t hurt you. But I promise to try to hold back and be as gentle as possible.” Thunder rumbled on his final word just as he sank that deliciously blue tongue past her lips to play with her own.
Griselda’s core clenched in desperate need. Her stomach was tight from trying not to breathe. The forked tip of his tongue flickered around the end of hers so deliciously. A light moan slipped from her as he finally pulled away.
“Louder. I want more of those noises, my precious songbird.” A soft hiss oozed from him, his hips bucking into her hips while his hands held hers in place.
“You want me to compete with the thunder outside? That’s a bit bold after the danger we just went through,” she huffed with a grin.
Claws trailed down under the slits on the thighs of her dress until they met her bare flesh. Chills raced along her body at the thought of something so dangerous, but so goddamn tantalizing.
“I want you to sing those wonderful sounds until they’re etched into the very being of my existence. Until I can’t sit in silence without hearing your voice.” Snarls sounded from him, echoing around the cavern. “Until each and every scale along my body is drunk off your sweet music.”
Thrasik’s hands trailed up her hips, over her stomach, and wrapped around to her shoulder blades.
Both his hands overlapped, claws pricking between each finger’s space.
Sometimes she forgot just how large he was compared to her.
Her own hands were braced against his core, hard muscle rolling under her palms as he stretched to reach around her.
“You know what you have to do in order to hear such sounds than.” That coy smile sliced across her lips when his eyes met hers in another flash of light.
Before she could react, in the same motion her dress was suddenly flung over her head with her arms raising, a tight coil wrapped around her waist. Griselda blinked in the darkness.
Unsure of what just happened, she reached down and gripped the end of Thrasik’s tail as it wiggled into a strained rope around her.
She had no idea where her dress went. A hard tug yanked at her ankles.
“I don’t have these strange paddings, but they must be removed,” he grumbled, an urgency in his tone.
“You have to pull the strings first or you’ll just rip my foot off!” A laugh bubbled up from her.
There was a strange fondness pooling through her chest at knowing he didn’t know everything about her upfront. A similar fashion in which she hardly knew anything about him. The arousal of mystery.
Or is it the satisfaction in someone having to learn about me and not just use for their gratification?
Griselda cocked her head, her ears wiggling as she felt his claws tug the laces of her boots. The ankles immediately loosened. She stifled a laugh while he continued to yank them off her feet and tossed them aside.
“I want you, wholly. Not with these hindering items.” Thrasik leaned forward and nosed against her lips before nuzzling into her neck with a groan.
It felt an odd time for her to remind him that he had one more article of clothing to remove.
In due time.
The clammy air of the cave washed over her with a short burst of wind from outside. It hadn’t been too long since they were at the waterfall pool, but even with everything that had gone on the moist air felt lovely against her skin. Though, it was still rather chilly.
A rocking motion overtook her hips, pulling her mind from enjoying the exposure. Thrasik was using his tail to force her to grind on his hips. That aspect alone was enough to make her pussy flare with a heat that screamed to be cooled.
Heavy grunts rumbled from the naga between her thighs. They shook from his chest, vibrating along her legs and through her very own chest. Each rumble felt like an aftershock as she breathed.
Bracing her hands back on his stomach, Griselda rocked in tandem with the swing of his tail.
The raised mound beneath her drenched lips somehow managed to harden.
The combined effort of grinding and being forced to grind against him made her shoulders drop.
Her head followed while steady gasps strained from her lungs.
A clawed hand reached up toward her face, tucking its nails into the overflow of her hair and tilting her head.
She glanced up toward Thrasik through hooded eyes.
Despite his fuzziness in the darkness, she could still make out enough to tell his features. His lips were curled into a snarl. His hood was vibrating as if it could flare out in any moment.
What she didn’t know, was that his other hand was about to dig between her thighs and provide enough room for something large enough that the groan he breathed would be burned into her pointed ears for longer than she’d ever admit.
A heavy blush grew along her cheeks. A heavy weight plopped against her belly, causing heat to drift along her skin.
She froze. Her entire chest clenched. Thrasik loosened his tail, surely feeling her heart beat increasing through their contact.
Lowering her hips back to his scales, she placed herself just below where the hard mound had been. They both breathed heavy, rapid gusts wafting off each other. The air was so palpable with lusty tension that she swore she’d be able to cut it with a knife.
Griselda gently reached forward, palm open and ready to finally grasp what she’d been craving so desperately.
“You should know—” Thrasik’s voice hardly registered in her ears as she finally wrapped her hand around such a thick and throbbing cock that her eyebrows shot straight to the sky.
Wrapped would be putting it politely. Her hand barely covered half of the straining member, and that was just relating to his girth.
Holy hells, he’s large.
Confusion whispered through her mind as heat burned the back of her hand. Using her free one, she reached above to feel around and unexpectedly met another cock. A gasp spilled from her surprised lips.
You’re fucking kidding me. He has two?
“—That I have two.” Thrasik moaned alongside in a semblance of confirmation at her touch.
Delicately moving each hand up in tandem, she couldn’t help but marvel at what was before her.
Both were much larger than she’d ever experienced.
The lower one was only a smidge smaller than the top.
While the top one had flexible spines, the lower had an interesting set of ridges just below its tip.
Of which, they both ended bluntly. The only major difference she could tell aside from texture was how the lower one appeared to seep some type of secretion.
I wonder how he tastes? He can’t be like human men, surely.
Not giving him a chance to stop her, Griselda ducked down and wrapped her lips around the tip of the lower cock.
A sharp inhale hitched in Thrasik’s throat, his tail trembling around her.
Griselda lightly ran her tongue along the blunt end, amazed she was able to fit her mouth around as much as she had.
Her ears tipped back, eyebrows furrowing up, as the flavor of spiced chai burst along the base of her tongue.
Without thinking, pure desire and desperation burned all other senses aside as she frantically tried to lap up and take in as much of the decadent flavor as possible.
“Gods be damned.” Thrasik’s voice strained through a moan, his hips both bucking and moving her up at the same time.
She needed him. He already smelled fucking delicious, but to know one of his cocks secreted such a wonderful flavor was enough to put her over the moon and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Hungry moans muffled around his cock while she continued to suck on the thick tip.
Thrasik’s claws suddenly reached into the depths of her hair and gently forced her off, heady gasps slipping from her lips as he moved to cup her cheek.
“Holy fuck, you’re delicious,” she moaned into his palm, peppering sloppy kisses against it.
“And you’re fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth. As much as I want to enjoy that though, I need to rut you. I need to cum in you, Griselda.” Thrasik’s words pulled a whine from her chest, her pussy throbbing.
Taking his other hand, she pulled herself over both his cocks until she was braced back on his waist. The upper cock pulsed against her ass almost in tandem with her heartbeat.
Warmth wrapped around her left breast just as pressure palmed against her right.
The differing sense shocked her mind. This lusty naga was proving to show her such new experiences in ways she wouldn’t have thought.
Thrasik’s tongue twisted and lapped at her breast, the tip turning to flick against her taut nipple and coax small keens from her.
The heat from his mouth felt amazing. Griselda’s skin sang in reaction as Thrasik sucked her flushed breast into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it like a seal. His palm massaged against her other breast. The scales of his hand surging jolts through her erect nipple in response.
A muffled groan rasped from Thrasik. The back of his slick tongue sucking her further into his mouth until it felt as though he were going to pull the very kernel of her soul.
It had to be payback for how desperately she was licking at his cock.
Griselda’s eyelids fluttered regardless, her pussy almost swollen with need.
Her breast bounced free as he released her with a smacking gasp. Huffing, his hand moved to grab her plump ass and jiggled her back and forth.