Maggie
My body bucks in Driok’s embrace. If anything, I should be embarrassed it is so needy I came the moment he touched me, the moment he paid my clit any attention.
But I don’t have the chance because he isn’t letting up, not for a second, his tongue lapping up all my fluids and then going back for more on my clit.
I whine and writhe in his grip, but Driok is having none of it.
He captures my wrists and holds them together, his thick arm pressing against me as he continues and plucks yet another orgasm from my ever willing body.
I feel something thick and hard being pressed into my pulsating channel, and as I open my eyes I have a huge, desperate Sarkarnii staring into them.
He has my hands over my head, my wrists easily encircled in his single massive grip.
His other hand is buried between my legs, a thick digit deep inside me.
“So wet, so tight,” he groans, sliding his finger in and out, making the most obscene sound. “I need to be inside you, little spitfire, or I fear I may spill where I stand.”
He moves to one side, and I see the thing. It’s not my first time, of course it isn’t, but perhaps I was too concentrated on what other things we were doing to pay much attention.
It is ramrod straight, jutting out of the strange pouch the Sarkarnii have and which keeps the thing concealed, although how that is possible, I’m not sure, given the size of his cock. It is enormous. How did I ever ride it the first time?
Not only is he huge, but the thing is covered in ridges which run, rather like the spines on his tail, from bottom to top in a descending order. I shiver as I recall how it felt.
Fucking amazing.
“Take me,” I murmur. “Take me here and now.”
Driok lifts his head and roars out loud before lifting me off the ledge. I wrap my legs around him and feel the head of his cock at my entrance.
“I want to be slow, little mate. I want this to be something I remember.” He flicks his hips and I am impaled on him. “But I cannot. It is not in my nature.”
The stretch of him is almost to the point of pain, but not quite.
I am filled to the very brim by his cock and as he slowly withdraws, my back against the soft moss of the waterfall, I feel every single one of the ridges on it.
When he slams back again, I cry out with pleasure as every single one hits my g-spot, sending me spiraling.
I am not going to be able to hold back, especially if Driok cannot. Another climax hits me, and I’m pulsing over him, needy and desperate, my body wanting every single inch of this big, bad Sarkarnii.
Every. Single. Inch.
“My sweet spitfire,” Driok groans, increasing his pace, his every thrust sending shockwaves through my body.
How is it he can bring me to orgasm time and again? What is it he does to me? I’m already clamping down on him once again, sucking him into me, grasping at him, making him moan my name out loud.
I feel something pressing at my bottom hole. Not his hands or fingers, those are clamped tightly around me. No this is something else, something which makes me gasp as it pushes through the tight ring of muscle. It’s his tail, his incredible, prehensile tail.
“Driok!”
The pressure releases a little and I moan at the loss.
“I want both of your holes, my mate,” he murmurs in my ear. “Both of them belong to me.”
“I’ve never…” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Do you like it?” he rasps.
Do I like it? My body certainly thinks I do.
“Yes,” I whisper. “But gently.”
“Then you will have it, my gorgeous mate. You will be taken in both of your sweet, tight holes.”
The tip of his tail pushes back, achingly slowly, one tiny movement at a time until he’s well and truly buried in my butt hole.
“Breathe, my little one,” Driok says. “Breathe and enjoy being filled.”
I am so, so full. His words tip me over the edge once more. Both of my channels pulse, my vision sheeting white as I think I yell his name.
“I am going to spill, my sweet one,” Driok growls, hands holding me tight to him as with three further irregular movements, I feel the eruption of hot lava inside me, his cum painting my insides as he roars out his orgasm above me, his chest heaving and his muscles bulging.
I can’t speak, just as he predicted. Driok has taken me to the stars and back.
No wonder I let him last time, if this is anything to go by.
But was letting him in a second time a mistake? I’m not sure.
Perhaps I’ll have to try a third time to find out…