Chapter 4 Zaxon #2
A nude beach filled with creepy human men is far different than a monster inclusive nude beach.
Krakens, satyrs, goblins, orcs, and minotaur’s of both the male and female variety fill the beach.
Laying on towels sunbathing, swimming in the designated water area, congregating in groups chatting, flirting, drinking.
Lots of monster species are naturally larger in stature than humans so it goes to conclude that other parts of our anatomy are larger as well.
It seems Bea is noticing that as well, because her eyes are bulging behind her tinted glasses.
She probably thinks no one can see her wide-eyed stare, and they can’t.
But I’m close enough to see the white of her sclera expanding.
“See anything interesting? Anything you need to give a closer inspection? Test its…solidity?”
I’m teasing her and I know it. Haven’t figured out if she knows it yet. If there’s anything on this beach she needs to test for solidity and durability, it’s going to be me. My cock agrees and solidifies in my pants readying for her inspection.
Fuck. Picturing her face between my legs, big eyes even larger behind her glasses giving my cock a very close inspection, doesn’t help the situation growing in my pants.
I should probably adjust myself, but I refrain, not wanting her to think me some sort of perv who likes to get his rocks off watching guests on the nude beach.
“There are a few questionable cabanas,” she offers weakly. It’s not her best come back but she’s trying.
“Should we get a closer look?”
She takes a few tentative steps farther down the path along the edge of the beach, tilting her head at the cabanas, but I can see her eyes darting to the minotaur walking nearby, his impressive cock swaying between his furry thighs. Even flaccid a minotaur’s cock is an imposing sight.
“No, I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“Are you sure? It’s no problem at all. I can carry you if the sand is your concern.”
“No, no. I can see just fine from here.”
“I bet you can.”
Bea’s cheeks flush, and not from the sun. It wasn’t a surprise that there would be naked individuals present, it is a nude beach. She saw the sign, knew what to expect. It’s cute that she’s still so flustered.
I wonder if she’d blush like that if she saw me naked? I would greatly like to find out.
“Come on Starfish, let’s keep moving before you forget you’re working and not supposed to be having fun.”
“Oh, are we doing the nickname thing now? I didn’t know we’d gotten so familiar and informal with one another already.” Her voice levels out as she speaks, gaining strength and clarity once again.
“Well, I did carry you like a damsel in distress. I’d call that familiar.”
“I wasn’t a damsel in distress, I was a female in irritation. There’s a difference.”
“Whatever you say Starfish.”
Bea’s mouth gapes in that pleasantly adorable torturous way that inspired the nickname and scoffs at me.
“If you can give me a nickname, does that mean I can give you one?” she asks, finding her stride in her walk, now less tense than upon first arrival.
“If you want to. I won’t mind.”
I relax my wings and let them stretch out a bit, crossing behind Bea just enough that the singular claw like finger on the tip of my wing brushes her hair and shoulder.
She looks at me from the corner of her eye but does nothing more.
So, I don’t recoil my wing and let it naturally bump and brush against her as we walk.
She sucks on her lips, moistening the plump pinkness in response. Now she’s getting the hint.
“How about Rocky? Pebbles? Maybe Boulder? Ooo, how about Slate?”
A loud boisterous laughter bursts from my chest. She’s so sassy. I take a step closer to her, more fully covering her from behind with my wing. This time letting it graze the backs of her calves.
“Starfish, you can call me anything you like, as long as you say it in the proper tone.”
“And what is the proper tone?”
Well, she walked right into that one.
Pressing her to step to the side of the building, I guide us under one of the strategically placed freestanding umbrellas for additional shade around the resort. Curling my wing around her I press close but not touching and lean to speak directly into her ear.
“The proper tone Starfish, would be either a husky moan, broken with anticipation, or a loud uncontrollable scream that scratches your lungs and throat until you can’t speak.”
Her throat bobs with a swallow and I can smell her heady arousal again.
Thick and clawing at my nose, demanding I go directly to its source.
I look down without pulling away and easily spot her pebbled nipples through her thin blue dress.
No bra. Meaning if I were to reach up and brush a knuckle or claw over the area, she would feel every caress.
The temptation is severe, but I retain some semblance of control and resist. We’re in public and on the nude beach, not the best place for fondling.
Or it is, considering the general lack of clothing and easy access, but it’s severely frowned upon.
Especially for an employee. I’ll have to find a less obvious way to tease her later.
Clearing her throat awkwardly, she tries to avert her eyes to other things, like the pathway, trash cans, towel pick up and return areas, the drink vendor and beach supply rental area.
Then they settle on something over my shoulder, determination and relief washing over her expression, glad for a distraction away from my close proximity.
But I don’t step back or release her from the circle of my wing.
Unless she wants to touch me to escape, she’ll have to wait until I let her.
“Oh, look there’s the spa. We should go in there. I’m rather parched and would love a glass of water.” Her voice cracks a little as if demonstrating her dry throat.
I pull back enough to no longer be caressing her throat with my breath but don’t release her just yet.
In the shade her glasses have lost some of their dark tinting allowing for a less obstructed view of her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
Large and glossy with flecks of gold that catch the light and sparkle.
Stray strands of her chestnut hair fall from her bun and tangle with the golden chain attached to her sexy as hell glasses.
One strand sticks to her parted fuck-me lips, and that’s my cue to step back before I ravage her right here up against the wall of the rental shop.
“Sure. Let’s get you some water.”