Chapter 14 Reckless
FOURTEEN
RECKLESS
Sabrina
I’ve never been so horny, hungry, and desperate all at once.
I lash Darolus with my tongue, greedily licking up his seed, sucking what I can in my mouth each time I pump out more.
I’m distantly aware that something strange is happening to me and that it has something to do with the way he smells, but too turned on to care.
Not only does the great big naga have a great big cock, it’s exactly where I thought it must be: behind the faint seam I’ve noticed in his front tail, under his hips.
With the taste of his scent in my mouth, thick with the earthy, bitter flavor of his seed, I can think of little else but getting more of it inside of me.
Until his return, I’d been wallowing in his nest, breathing in his scent like I might die if I didn’t.
He’s here now and I’m very much alive.
I hum against his hard flesh, worshiping his taste, his cock, with my mouth.
Like a fountain to feast from, I circle my tongue in lazy swirls up and down his shaft, squeezing it, and the knot in the middle, with my hands, seeking more of his seed.
When another spurt erupts, I lick it up, cleaning him thoroughly, sliding my tongue around his base and along his wide-open slit to catch every drop.
He tastes so good. I eagerly run my mouth over him harder, wanting—needing everything he can give me.
I drink him down as I listen to his grunts and hisses, riding his tail as it moves and flexes under me.
His big hands palm my head and caress my body, roaming everywhere at once with a hunger that echoes my own need.
Straddling his massive tail, I grind my hips, soaking through my panties, wetter than I’ve ever been before.
I squeeze his cock and he releases more for me to swallow. His seed tastes better than anything I’ve eaten in weeks, and I take everything he gives me, more than willing—indulgent.
“Female,” he groans.
“Male,” I purr back, my pussy constricting with the reality of the word right in my hands.
Sliding up and over his cock gets my panties even more wet. Gliding up and down his length, I let my head fall back as he takes my weight, holding me up with his huge hands practically encircling my waist. With him to keep me upright, I focus on rocking again along his length.
The rough ridges of his shaft run over my clit and, oversensitive from a myriad of sensations, I wince and moan at the same time.
Clutching his wrists to use as a brace, I work my clit over his unusual knot, needy for reprieve.
His seed, still pumping out, gets all over me, drenching my underwear and spreading from my front to back, slicking my movements into quick jerks.
Incredible pressure floods my sex as the bundle of nerves tightens between my legs, so close…
Darolus hauls me against him and thrusts between us, hard and forceful.
I cry out as I climax, wiggling and twitching in his grip, the head of his huge cock ramming up into my clit. Dragged across his flesh, sleek with sweat and his seed and my own wetness, I breathlessly call out his name, whimpering with the intensity of my convulsions.
He thrusts harder and I cling to him as I feel his cock get bigger, though I don’t know how that’s even possible.
And when he finally comes, he comes in bursts, the seed spilling between our bodies and onto the hides.
His chest vibrates with ongoing, rough hisses as I sag, exhausted, against him, every muscle between my legs quivering.
He closes his arms around me, holding me gently as he continues to thrust his cock between us through the last of his orgasm.
I catch my breath, more sated than I have been in a long time.
Settled on top of him, I only shift a bit as he slowly eases into his nest. After a few minutes, his breath evens out, and I rise up to look at him from where I rest on his warm chest. His eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted, his features relaxed as if in sleep.
I watch him for a moment, taking in his unique, almost human features—the points of his ears—before I settle my cheek back against him.
Slowly my head clears of sex and pheromones, and I close my eyes as well.
However, my own sense of sweet relief quickly gets overshadowed when a twinge of guilt hits me.
Though I’m half-asleep, the emotion weeds its way in.
Now that I’m thinking more clearly, I wonder if I pushed myself on him.
He’s an alien who—in my best guess—has never had sex before. What if I went… too far…?
I bury my face more firmly against him, knowing that wherever my thoughts go, they're useless. I’m not going to find out if I made a huge mistake until he wakes up.
But it’s hard to shut out the worry. All my life, that’s all I’ve been trying to do, is shut out the ever-persistent fear that I’m doing everything wrong because…
I’m wrong. Because I’m just another abandoned dregs child.
No one likes us. No one wants us around.
Because we all grow up to be criminals and deviants and wastes of precious resources.
The thoughts have been plaguing me since Darolus brought me Annora’s goodbye note.
It was easier wondering if they’d abandoned me than knowing for sure that they actually had.
Though it’s not like I even really care.
At least I don’t want to care… I was planning on leaving Weston’s crew and The Wreck eventually anyway.
I try to refocus on Darolus, his scent, the rise and fall of his peaceful breathing, and the way my body feels instead of the nagging anxiety. Thankfully, the more I turn my attention to him, the easier it becomes to silence the thoughts.
Finding comfort in Darolus’s warmth, I eventually join him in drifting off to sleep.
I wake up at dusk, when the shadows are at their deepest before night takes over, with Darolus’s face between my legs.
Blinking back my grogginess, I feel his fingers spread my labia apart as his breath fans over them.
I startle violently, then freeze, inhaling sharply when his tongue swipes over me. My hips jut up into his face as I tense, readying to launch myself away, the sensations too overwhelming, too surprising. Though I only get maybe an inch of distance before he catches me easily.
“Darolus,” I gasp as his hands cup my thighs to hold me in place, lying supine on the curve of his tail in the center of his nest. “What are you doing?” I lift my hips again only for him to jerk them back down.
“I will do what you did to me, female, and drink your body’s sweet liquid,” he hisses against me.
I shove up on my elbows to look down at him, deep blue and stunning in the blanket of shadows.
Determined, he respreads my labia and licks me again, his forked tongue tickling the sensitive nerves.
My toes curl as pleasure sparks, and I drop back on his tail without another complaint.
Submitting to him and the insistence of his alien mouth, I sigh out the last of my reserves, arching when his tongue grazes my clit.
I just hope he didn’t destroy my panties getting them off of me.
I’ve always been quick to orgasm, so when his tongue drives over my clit several more times, a spike of deep, hot pleasure courses through me. Thrumming from the waves, I lift my legs to hike my knees over his shoulders and spread myself further out for him.
His tail shifts beneath me, angling me lower, further under him. Reaching for the tip of it, beside me, I bring it to my chest and hug it as I roll my hips into his tongue.
“You do not leak like I do.”
I moan when his tongue slides over my backside, and it takes me a moment to understand his words. “Females, human females—” I breathe out “—don’t. We can get really, really wet, though.”
“I want you in my mouth,” he growls, as if he doesn’t like my answer.
I slide my hand between us and guide him to my opening, knowing, in the back of my mind, that I’m playing with fire here.
But I’m reckless at the best of times, and ready to feel anything other than what I have been feeling—abandonment—so I show him where he needs to go to taste me best. “Here. Lick me inside here. This is where you need to be and where your cock goes.”
His hot breath gusts over me for several long moments, and I stiffen, wondering how well he can see in the dark, what he’s thinking. I must look very different from a female naga…
“Cock?” he asks.
I chuckle breathlessly. “Your sex. That's what humans call it. And this is my pussy.”
He nods in understanding, then his mouth descends on my center once more.
Shooting straight inside me, his tongue presses deep within, filling me up.
I jerk, gasping in surprise as the thick, wet appendage takes me like a small cock.
I didn’t expect his tongue to be so muscled.
Or so forceful. Grabbing onto his shoulders, I dig my nails into his skin when it strokes across my inner walls, thrilling me with his soft licking.
Slowly, he pulls his tongue out and pushes it back in, taking the time to taste me everywhere.
I whimper and press my sex against his face.
With him so much bigger than me, his head and torso dwarf my lower half, spreading me wide, adding to the delicious pressure.
Being caged by his larger body should be frightening, except the thrill inside me only grows.
Giving into it, I reach down and cover the backs of his hands with my own where he holds my thighs open.
His body vibrates all around me, inside me, as his hisses ebb and flow with the thrusting of his tongue.
Releasing my thighs, he caresses my sides, stomach, and breasts, touching no particular place but all of them all at once as much as he can.
A little clumsy in his handling, yes, but I find it endearing.
He took the meaning of ‘petting’ to heart.