Chapter 3 #2
“Look at you,” he murmured against my ear, voice dropping into something darker, hungrier.
“Soft and dripping and trying so hard to stay quiet. You do not have to. Not with me.” The words pushed me over.
Pleasure cracked through me in a violent, shuddering wave.
My back arched hard against his chest. A raw cry tore from my throat as my walls pulsed and fluttered around his finger.
He kept stroking me through it, drawing out every last tremor until my legs shook and fresh slickness coated his hand.
Only when the last aftershock faded did he slow, pressing the flat of his palm against my mound in a heavy, claiming weight.
I lay trembling, breath ragged, the shame already trying to crawl back in.
His hand stayed exactly where it was, fingers still slick with me, as if the act of touching me so intimately had settled something restless inside him.
The last tremors had not even finished leaving my body when the weight of that palm shifted.
Scaled fingertips caught the waist of my soaked panties and dragged them down over my hips.
The linen scraped my skin in a slow, deliberate peel.
I lifted my ass without thinking, helping the fabric clear my thighs, then my knees, until the ruined scrap vanished somewhere in the covers beneath us.
Cool air kissed the wet heat between my legs for half a second before his hand returned, claiming the same place again with a possessive press of his palm.
I reached for the hem of my tunic myself.
The thin cloth stuck to the sweat on my back and the damp valley between my breasts.
I peeled it upward, arms shaking from the leftover aftershocks and the fresh spike of need.
He finished the motion, drawing the garment over my head in one smooth pull and tossing it aside.
My bare breasts met the open air of the chamber.
Nipples tightened hard in the residual chill.
He rose onto one elbow. The cured leather of his loincloth scraped my hip as he worked the ties with thick, precise fingers.
The heavy fabric fell away. Nothing remained between us.
Every scale burned against my softer skin.
“You are so warm,” he rasped against my ear, the words thick and rough, vibrating through the ridge of his jaw and straight down my spine. “Hotter than the rocks at noon.”
I looked down. Two thick cocks rose from the junction of his hips, already heavy and flushed a deeper terracotta than the rest of him.
The upper one curved slightly, ridged along the underside with the same beaded scales that covered his arms and chest. The lower one sat heavier, thicker at the base, the tip blunt and already wet with a clear sheen.
They twitched once under my stare, the muscles at their roots flexing.
Heat punched low in my belly again, fresh and sharp enough to make my empty walls clench around nothing.
The stretch of earlier pleasure had only woken something greedier, something that ached to be filled past the point of reason.
“I want you,” I said. The words left my mouth raw, scraped from a throat still tight with the last orgasm. “Both of them. Inside me.”
A low sound rolled through his chest, the same rough vibration I had felt when my hands cleaned the slime from his scales weeks ago.
He shifted, rolling me fully onto my back beneath him.
The mattress dipped hard under his weight.
One massive hand pinned my wrists above my head, the span of his palm covering both of mine with room to spare.
The other guided the upper cock between my thighs.
The blunt head nudged my entrance, already slick and open from his fingers. He pressed forward.
The first inch forced a broken sound from my throat.
The ridge of scales dragged against my inner walls, catching and releasing in a slow, relentless burn that lit every nerve along the way.
He moved slowly. He fed the length into me by inches, hips rolling in short, controlled presses that worked the thick cock deeper each time.
My body stretched around the invasion. The pressure forced my legs wider, thighs trembling as they tried to accommodate the sheer bulk of him.
I felt every pulse of blood inside that alien cock, every subtle flex of the muscles at its base, every beaded ridge scraping over places no human touch had ever reached.
He was so big it left me feeling helpless.
His hips dwarfed mine. The weight of his torso pinned me open.
When the heavy cock finally seated against me, the head pressed against a place so deep it stole the air from my lungs and forced my back to arch hard against the covers.
He held there. Breathing. Letting me feel the full thickness of him.
My walls fluttered and clenched around the ridged length, adjusting by tiny increments to the stretch that still burned even as it fed the darker pleasure coiling low in my belly.
The heat of him radiated outward from the place where we joined, soaking into the soft tissue until I felt claimed from the inside out.
Then the second cock nudged lower. The blunt tip found the tight ring of my ass.
I tensed, the dual awareness of one cock already buried deep and another demanding entry sending a fresh jolt through my nerves.
He waited, free hand sliding down to spread me open, thumb circling the rim while the first cock stayed buried and still.
A slow push. The head breached me. Fire licked up my spine in a sharp, bright line.
My body fought the stretch for one heartbeat, muscles clamping down hard against the intrusion, then yielded under the steady pressure of his hips.
Inch by inch the second cock forced its way inside, thicker at the base than the first, opening me until the dual weight of both cocks filled every space I possessed.
I could not move. Could only lie open beneath him while the extreme size of his body kept me pinned and split.
The upper cock pulsed against my front wall, each throb a heavy reminder of how deep he reached.
The lower one stretched my ass until the burn tipped over into a dark, heavy pleasure that made my vision blur at the edges and my toes curl against the sheets.
My own wetness slicked the place where our bodies met, easing the drag of scales against the tighter channel.
Every small shift of his hips dragged the ridged surfaces along both channels at once.
The sheer bulk of him held me open, thighs forced wide around the massive frame of his hips, the dual invasion pressing so deep that each breath I took only made me feel him more.
My soft human body yielded around the two thick shafts, walls stretched taut, the pressure so complete that the emptiness I had carried only moments before vanished under the overwhelming fullness of him.
He held still for one long breath, the dual weight of both cocks buried to the root, then the first true thrust rolled through his hips.
The motion dragged every ridged scale along both of my channels at once.
My walls clenched hard around the upper shaft.
My ass gripped the lower one. The stretch that had already left me open and shaking flared hotter under the friction.
He pulled back only a fraction before driving forward again.
The force of it rocked me up the mattress.
My wrists stayed pinned beneath the span of his hand.
My legs stayed forced wide around the massive bulk of his hips.
Each stroke worked both cocks in the same relentless rhythm, the thicker lower shaft dragging against the tighter ring while the ridged upper one scraped deep along my front wall.
Wet sounds filled the stone chamber every time he bottomed out.
My own slickness mixed with the clear fluid already coating both of him, easing the burn without ever softening the overwhelming size.
I tried to meet the thrusts. My hips lifted in tiny, desperate jerks.
The effort only drove him deeper. The head of the upper cock punched against that soft, aching place inside me until white sparks burst behind my eyes.
The lower one stretched my ass with every return, the thick base forcing the ring open again and again until the burn and the pleasure braided into one continuous line of sensation that ran from the base of my spine straight up into my throat.
His free hand left my hip and slid between us.
Thick fingers found my clit, already swollen and slick, and rubbed firm circles in time with the drive of his hips.
The dual invasion and the direct pressure on that sensitive peak short-circuited every coherent thought.
My back arched hard. A broken cry tore free.
My walls fluttered and clamped around both shafts at once.
The orgasm crashed through me in long, shaking waves that forced more wetness out around the upper cock, soaking the place where our bodies met.