Beseeging the Dick-Turrets #2
Dex captured their mouth with his, drinking down their moans as he slid his other hand under their shirt to play with their other nipple.
Heat settled in their groin, their scales shifting and parting under their skirt on instinct, and his growing erection ground down on their slit.
It wasn’t enough pressure for them to truly feel it through the scar tissue, but they still lifted their hips to meet his slow thrusts.
The kiss broke, and Cya yanked at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up his torso.
Releasing their breasts, he sat up, bringing them with him until he settled in their lap, straddling their tail.
He snickered and helped their hectic hands in removing his shirt, then he gripped their crop top, pausing to ask, “Can I take this off?”
Nodding, they lifted their arms, and he slowly peeled the shirt free, baring them from head to hips. A pleased growl vibrated in his chest as his blue and brown eyes scanned them, his cock jerking against their belly.
He flattened his hand on their chest between their breasts and pushed.
They obeyed the silent command, lying back down, hands above their head.
Their chest heaved under his touch, and they blushed, exposed and vulnerable.
His heated gaze devoured them, and he absently rubbed himself through his shorts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, like he was in awe of them.
He circled their dark, peaked nipple, then plucked at the gold piercing, and they whimpered, biting their bottom lip to stifle the sound.
“No,” he said, almost sternly, his other hand tugging their lip free of their teeth.
“I wanna hear you. I want to hear exactly how good I make you feel.”
“Dex,” they gasped as he gave their nipple a light pinch, and he bared his canines in a half-feral smile.
“Yeah, baby, that’s my fucking name.”
Then he leaned down and kissed them, tongue plunging into their mouth and bringing a needy whine from them.
He kissed them hard and messy as he played with their nipples, twisting and pinching.
They bowed off the mattress, clinging to his broad shoulders, and he ground down on them, his cock straining in his shorts.
Kissing down their neck, he licked at their pulse point and worried it with his teeth before he went lower.
They keened up at the ceiling as his hot, wet mouth closed over their right nipple, tongue swirling.
He sucked and pulled on the barbell, and Cya undulated beneath him, hands fisting in the fur of his neck.
They nearly sobbed his name, and he snarled fiercely, teeth grazing over their sensitive flesh.
He moved to their other nipple and gave it the same treatment, and the pleasure was so much, too much. They begged him not to stop, even as they yanked on his fur to pull him off them. Their tail slapped against the mattress, twisting and spasming.
“How do I make you come?” he asked, mouthing at the fleshy swell of their breast. “Tell me what feels good, Cy.”
Since his fingers were still playing with their nipples, they struggled to focus enough to form words, so they grabbed at his shoulders and urged him back up. He came willingly until he was stealing their gasps with another kiss.
“I want you to come, baby,” he said, and they shook their head, then they nodded, then shook their head again. “Cya, tell me what you need.”
Honestly, it was a monumental ask, but they did their best to comply. “Lower.” They framed his hips and pushed him lower until his weight settled over their groin. “Pressure. Here. Please.”
Lying almost completely flat atop of them, he ground his erection into them, the hard column sliding along their slit though their skirt, and they met his thrusts desperately.
It was almost enough, but the scarred remains of their hemipenes needed more.
If only the doctors hadn’t cut them up, then maybe their clits wouldn’t be so fucking useless.
“I can’t,” they choked out, starting to panic now. “It’s not working. I can’t.”
“Shh, easy, baby.” Dex kissed them, cutting off their hysteria as he gentled his hands, kneading their breasts instead of plucking at their nipples.
Even his rolling hips slowed, which had any hint of orgasm fading.
But the reprieve of stimulation helped center them again.
“I’m right here. I’m with you. You’re doing so good. ”
Hands trembling, they loosened their death grip on the back of his neck, and he rumbled his approval. “There you go. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m right here, and I got you. Just feel. All you need to do is feel.”
They opened their eyes, and he was right there, mouth hovering of theirs, eyes sharp and bright. “Dex.”
“I’m here, baby. Just breathe.”
Slowing their own disjointed rhythm, they rubbed up against him in an easy grind, and this time, the thick knot at the base of his cock pushed right against their clits. They groaned, and Dex nodded in encouragement. Or approval, maybe.
“That’s it,” he said, kissing them as he gently started playing with their nipples again. “Find what feels good.”
Head falling back on the bed, Cya closed their eyes and focused on the sensations. Dex’s fingers rolling and pinching. His mouth sucking and licking. And his knot. Gods, his glorious knot, so hard and thick, right where they needed it.
“Oh gods,” they gasped as the pleasure started to build again.
It was slower this time, a gradual encroachment instead of demanding waves. They tried not to focus on it too hard, knowing they’d lose it if they did. So they ran their fingers through his hair as he sucked on their pulse point, grinding against his knot in a consistent rhythm.
“Oh my gods, Dex,” they whimpered, and he growled again.
“That’s right. You’re doing so good, baby. Don’t stop now.” He pinched their nipples a little harder, and they mewled. “Keep grinding on my knot. Just like that. You’re so sexy.”
The praise filled their belly with joy, and their core tightened. “Oh fuck, I—Dex, I need—please.”
He grunted and ground down even harder. “You wanna come on my knot, highness?”
With a pathetic sob, they nodded, and he chuckled darkly.
“Then come,” he said, like an invitation. “Come on my knot, and let me hear you.”
Chanting his name, they pushed against his knot as they clung to his shoulders. He raked his teeth over their throat and pinched their nipples. His knot swelled impossibly harder and seemed to pulse.
“I can’t wait to come over all over you, so everyone will know who fucked you,” he purred, and that was it.
Cya came in a bright burst of color, nerve-endings firing, limbs spasming, hips jerking.
Dex didn’t stop his ministrations, prolonging their pleasure as they nearly wept from the ecstasy and joy and relief.
So much relief, because they’d spent their life terrified that they were too broken, too ruined to ever experience this.
But here they were, in the arms of the man who saw them—truly saw them—and wanted them. Every part, every piece. No more pretending. No more hiding. They were finally seen and understood and loved, for all that were and all that they weren’t.
Cya could be Cya, and Dex would love them for it.
“Thank you,” they sighed as Dex rubbed his furry cheek against theirs, rumbling happily. “Oh my gods, thank you.”
“Never been thanked for sex before,” he said, and they laughed wetly. “Honestly, I should be thanking you. That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Since he was still hard against their front and the only mess Cya felt on their scales was their own, they assumed he hadn’t come yet, and they smiled into the kiss he gifted them. He’d worshiped at their altar; now, they’d return the favor.
With a pained grunt, Dex straightened to perch atop them, stretching his back as he winked down at them. “Give me a sec. Back got stiff.”
Snickering, Cya rose to a sitting position as well. “Sorry.”
He shook his head severely. “No, don’t ever apologize for being the sexiest godsdamned person I know. For real, I nearly came from the noises you made alone. Redonkulous.”
“Whatever.”
They snorted in disbelief, face flushing as they began their exploration of his torso with their eyes and hands.
They sifted their fingers through the short, soft, creamy fur of his chest, then down to his defined abs.
His muscles flexed under their touch, and they smiled wryly up at him.
Far from embarrassed, he grinned wide, showing many teeth, and it was so conceited.
“Knew you liked my hot bod.”
“Arrogance doesn’t become you,” they scolded, even as they traced each ridge of abdominal muscle.
As Dex danced light touches across their shoulders, they explored his firm body, reveling in the power and strength under their fingertips. He could overpower them so easily, hurt them if he wanted, but Cya knew down to their bones that he never would. Unless they asked him to, perhaps.
The thought made them shudder, and they leaned in to press their face between his pecs, breathing in his musk and woodsy wild. Amidst his fur, their fingers found a pert nipple, and Cya turned their head, cheek pillowed on his chest, and inspected the tiny, pink nub.
“You have nipples,” they said in mild surprise as he sifted his fingers through their hair.
“Most Mammylions do.”
“Are they sensitive?”
He shrugged. “I mean, not really. At least, not in a sexy way, I don’t think.”
Chin propped on his sternum, they studied his reaction as they rolled his nipple between their thumb and fingers. His nose wrinkled, and he gave them another shrug. They pinched him, and he yelped.
“Owie,” he whined childishly.