2. Severin #3
Fiona in awe with those wide hazel green eyes, her chest heaving, her copper auburn hair fanned across my pillows like spilled fire.
Her thighs are still spread, her pussy swollen and pink and glistening, and the sight of her like this, naked and trusting and mine, makes something primal roar to life inside my chest. In that moment, I know that I want her.
I know it’s time to claim her and make her mine forever.
My hemipenes unsheathe.
They emerge thick and heavy, twin shafts of dark purple flesh that glisten under the firelight, each one ribbed with raised ridges along the underside, veined and throbbing with every beat of my pulse.
My slick pours from them in rivulets, thick and sweet and golden, dripping down the ridges and pooling on the mattress beneath us.
The aphrodisiac scent fills the room immediately, heady and intoxicating, and I watch Fiona’s nostrils flare as she breathes it in.
Her pupils dilate. Her lips part. The tension in her body, the lingering ache from her maidenhead, begins to soften visibly, her muscles going pliant and warm beneath my hands.
“What is that?” she whispers, her voice husky, her eyes fixed on the slick leaking from my hemipenes and onto her skin. I gather my twin shafts in my hands and rub them against her slit.
“My slick is an aphrodisiac, Fiona. It will help lubricate your passage and open you up to take my entire size, while making sure you feel good.” I rub my dripping slick on her pussy, and it heals her, making her sting go away.
“Mmm…I feel better,” she admits, her hips moving, her nipples swollen and hard for more.
I position both heads at her entrance, the twin tips of my hemipenes pressing against her swollen, dripping folds.
They are so thick, so impossibly large compared to her tiny little pussy, and the sight of my dark purple shafts framed against her pink, glistening flesh makes my blood roar.
Each shaft is thicker than my wrist, ridged and veined and throbbing with need, and her entrance is barely wide enough to accommodate one of them, let alone both.
But my slick is already working, golden and thick, seeping from my shafts and coating her folds, her thighs, the sheets beneath us.
The aphrodisiac properties flood her system, and I watch her body respond, her muscles going lax, her walls softening, her hips tilting upward with a wanton little roll that makes my cock twitch.
“Look at how ready and ripe you are,” I whisper, dragging the ribbed heads of both shafts through her slick, spreading her open just enough to see the glistening pink of her inner walls.
“Waiting for your husband’s cocks to fill you and stretch you good.
” My broad, pale chest dwarfs her entire torso, my shoulders spanning twice the width of hers, my hands large enough to wrap around both her wrists at once.
My tail coils beneath us, thick and muscular and emerald-scaled, and her soft, creamy thighs look like porcelain against the dark charcoal of my scales.
I am a monster, centuries old, built for power and breeding, and she is a human girl of nineteen with soft curves who has the strength to take me.
“I’m going to fill you up and rock your world, Fiona. ”
And then, I press forward.
Both my heads breach her entrance at the same time, and the stretch is obscene. Her pussy stretches like a rubber band to accommodate me as my twin heads slip in, making her scream. It feels so good, the tight press of her entrance against my hemipenes, taking me so well.
“Good girl,” I mutter, sinking another inch deeper, her maidenhead gone. “You are doing so well, Fiona. Such a good little wife.”
Her walls strain around me, her pussy swallowing my fat dicks. Her fingers claw at my shoulders, her back arches, and I feel her body fighting to accommodate the impossible girth of both my shafts.
“Severin,” she gasps, her hazel green eyes wide and glassy, tears clinging to her copper lashes. “It’s too much. You’re too big. I can’t...”
“You can,” I tell her, my voice rough, my golden slit eyes locked on her face.
I push another inch deeper, and the slick floods between us, golden and thick, easing the way.
She breathes as I kiss her cheek. “Your body is the only one I want, Fiona. You’re my wife, the only pussy I want to bury myself in.
” Her walls stretch, gripping both shafts in a vise of hot, wet flesh, and I watch the moment the aphrodisiac fully takes hold.
Her pupils blow wide. Her mouth falls open.
The pain in her expression melts into something dazed and hungry, and her hips push down against me, taking more.
“From the moment you stepped into my study, I’ve wanted to be inside you. Let me in, darling.”
I push deeper, feeling her body yield around me.
My wife takes it, her eyes closed, her pain replaced by pleasure as I sink deeper and deeper, claiming more of her cunt.
My cocks love how her pussy passages them, love every moan and movement.
Her soft skin surrenders to my large, powerful form, dominated by my cocks until I’m sheathed inside her, my balls resting against her ass.
“Look at you, my brave wife. You took your husband all the way in.” She opens her wondrous eyes, gazing into me, so beautiful and ethereal in the light.
“I…I feel so full. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“This is what it feels to lie with a monster, Fiona.” My cocks twitch inside her, making her hotter, making me want to spill inside her cunt. But not before I’ve fucked her thoroughly. “Ready for more, wife?”
I begin to move inside her.
I pull back slowly, watching my twin shafts slide out of her dripping entrance, each ridged inch catching on her swollen walls, dragging a moan from deep in her throat.
“Severin…” My wife shakes as I gently fuck her on our marriage bed, claiming her as mine on our wedding night. She’s so stunning; her hazel green eyes are glazed, her copper auburn hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, and the sight of her like this, stretched wide around my cocks, makes my blood sing.
“There you go, little one,” I murmur, pressing back in with a slow, rolling thrust that seats me deep inside her again. “Take your husband nice and easy.”
I set a gentle rhythm, rocking into her with long, measured strokes that let her body adjust to the impossible fullness.
My pale hands frame her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones, and I watch every flicker of pleasure that crosses her features.
Her soft lips part on a sigh. Her lashes flutter.
The firelight catches the sheen of sweat on her collarbones, and I bend to press my mouth there, tasting salt and heat.