Chapter Four
The naga stills, and a sheer inner eyelid blinks slowly, and then again.
"Yes, but would you allow that?" He cocks his head, as if it's such a big ask given what we've already been doing.
"Uh, yeah," I say, looking down at my abdomen that's already slick with his cum. "But do me a favor and pull out? I'm not sure if we're even biologically compatible in that way…but better safe than sorry, right?"
I realize, mid-sentence, that somewhere along the line things have gone catastrophically off-script—because “please don’t nut in me, snake man” was not on my cabin trip bingo card.
"If that's your wish, Sloane," Bahtam says, with an air of disappointment.
Maybe he wasn't joking about the breedable bit then?
But that musing seems decidedly like a later problem for me, because right now I want one thing—well, maybe two things.
I see him gaze down at me, and his dick, and then back to my much smaller body.
"I could ride…I mean if you want me to…" I offer, realizing he might be worried about how well we're going to fit together. If I'm on top, at least I can control how deep Bahtam gets. And honestly, after dragging his massive body out from underneath the cabin, it would be embarrassing to stop now.
His golden eyes flash up. "Yes, I would like that." He doesn't wait and grabs me by the hips, pulling me up and forward until his softer cock is wedged between my cheeks and I'm hovering over his throbbing upper shaft.
There, in that moment, the absurdity of our situation melts away. Our weird meet-cute, the fact that we're total strangers, or that somehow the cabin left to me by my uncle has led to all of this.
No, right now, none of that matters.
The only thing racing through my mind is the throbbing cock that I'm about to push inside me.
I lean forward, putting my palms flat on Bahtam’s chest as he holds me up as if my curvy body is nothing but a pillow full of feathers.
I nod, and he loosens his grip, letting me take control—just how I like it.
I lower just enough so that his fat tapered head is notched between the folds of my pussy. The mingling of his jizz and my juices drip down his length, sluicing down his veiny, red cock.
I put more weight against his chest and drop slowly, letting him fill me centimeter by centimeter and savoring how delicious he feels as he enters me.
"Sloane," he groans. His hips drift up, pushing him past the tight ring of my entrance.
I suck in a breath and let the muscles of my inner wall clamp around him, milking his throbbing head for everything it's worth.
The sound he makes—a deep, resonant, thrumming growl that vibrates from his chest through the coils of his tail—feels like a victory. The velvety malachite of his scales presses cool and firm against my heated skin, a shocking contrast that only heightens every sensation.
"I need to be deeper," he grunts, shaking as if he's losing the last bit of control he's got. "I want to feel you, all of you."
I glance down between us and realize that he's not even halfway inside.
"Do you think you'll even fit?" I half laugh, half moan as I take even more of him.
"Do you think I could remain outside you, that I could resist the heat of your cunt as it pulls me deeper? I am nothing more than a planet in your sun’s orbit…I have no illusions of my control in this scenario. I am a slave to your warmth."
"Oh, fuck," I whisper as I widen for him, settling over the thicker part of his shaft. Even though I've barely moved, sweat beads at my brow, the exertion to take him all getting the better of me.
His ridged cock throbs hard, and Bahtam groans through his gritted fangs.
"I can't wait any longer," he tells me before snaking his tail tighter around me, the coil of which he uses to flip me onto my back all while he stays seated deep inside me. The tip of his tail shakes, flitting around my chest, vibrating with excitement—it gives me an idea.
I shouldn't be greedy, since I've already come, but I can't help it.
He lowers himself down, so deep I swear you can see the bulge of him low in my belly. He stares at me, eyes widening as I take the tip of his tail and place it over my used and still swollen clit. It feels better than a vibrator as it buzzes over the already tingly nerves.
"Use me, Sloane," he growls as he fills me to the hilt before withdrawing halfway. "Come over me, I want your cunt to devour me whole."
He thrusts hard, and I let some animalistic sound squeak out of me.
"You feel so fucking good," I praise the naga, letting go of his tail and digging my nails into his back. Unlike a vibrator, the tip of his tail doesn't fall away. Instead, his buzzing tip laps at my pussy as he fucks me, like a buzzing tongue.
I can't come again this quickly, can I?
Instead of trying to rationalize anything about this situation, I give in to the feelings. I trace along every sculpted scale of his back, memorizing the way it feels, each divot and point. The sensation of his skin is hypnotic, and I barely notice that I'm about to break, lost to every sensation.
But I do snap back just as everything tightens, his tail stroking over my clit in tandem with his huge, ridged cock filling every spare bit of space inside me.
And when he finally presses the rattling tip hard against me and gives me one long luxurious stroke of his cock, I shatter around him.
"So fucking tight for me," he coos as my greedy pussy tries to suck every bit of him in. His once soft lower cock swells, tapping at the entrance to my ass and unlocking nerves there I've never really used.
My eyes roll back in my head, but I feel a vibration over my lips. I can smell my scent on him, and I know that it's his tail without even opening my eyes.
I tongue it, tasting the salty mixture of the both of us that coats it. I suck his tail tip between my lips, and suck and stroke it. He told me it was sensitive, and I want him as much of a mewling mess as I am.
But as soon as I do, he pulls his cock quickly from inside me. When I open my eyes, he's stroking himself and watching as I suck off his tail.
"I am unworthy," he groans, pushing more of his tail into my mouth. I gag, but I don't stop. My tongue lathes over his scales, as his earthy taste fills my mouth. I love the taste of him, like some mineral I've been missing, like the smell of rain before the storm.
He doesn't close his eyes when he marks me with ropes of his cum. The hot liquid spills over my chest as he fucks his hand.
“You’re mine, Sloane,” he gasps, the words breaking from him like something torn loose from deep in his chest.
Then he collapses over me.
His arms cage me in against the floor, massive biceps braced on either side of my head as he catches himself before crushing me completely. The weight of him still sinks into me—heavy, trembling, possessive—and I swear I can feel the frantic hammering of his heart through the heat of his body.
His tail slips slowly from my mouth.
Before I can even breathe properly again, it curls around my waist and pulls me flush against him, deliberate and unyielding.
Coil after coil winds around us both until we’re wrapped together in the center of the cabin, tangled in warmth and shadow beside the dying fire like something sleeping at the heart of a den.
A nest.
Safe.
I don’t fight him.
I don’t want to.
Outside, rain murmurs softly against the roof while the fire crackles low and golden beside us.
Inside, there is only heat.
Only him.
His breathing gradually slows against my throat, deep and rough and satisfied, and I feel the occasional twitch of his tail where it remains looped possessively around my hips even in exhaustion.
We stay like that for hours—spent, tangled together on the floorboards while embers pulse dimly in the dark.
Just before sleep finally takes me, I drag my fingertips lazily over the smooth pattern of his scales, tracing every ridge and curve.
And when I finally drift under, I dream only of him—
Of green scales shining amber in firelight.
Of golden eyes half-lidded with want.
Of the feeling of being held so tightly by something monstrous and knowing, with terrifying certainty, that I never want to be free of him again.