Chapter 15 Budding Warmth #2
I grin and lick the next gush of his seed, gliding my hands all over him, enjoying the velvety and warm feel of his scales between my legs.
“Darolussss,” I hiss his name back. “I like you.” I run my hands up his stomach and chest, having to stretch out to reach his nipples.
But the more I’m in his arms, the more I’m comfortable with his size.
In fact, it's becoming a turn-on in and of itself.
He grasps my hands when I slide my palms over his pectorals. “And I like you, female.”
I spin my hands and thread my fingers back through his; with our hands clasped, it’s obvious how much smaller mine are.
Using our shared grip to draw myself higher on him, I lean down slowly and press my lips to his.
Soft and sweet, I kiss him, letting him know with affection how much I actually do like him.
His mouth moves under mine, and untangling one of my hands from his, I reach back and grasp the head of his cock, shifting my hips until it’s lined up with my pussy.
He moans against my lips, his free hand steadying his base while I keep his tip in place.
Then, slick with his seed and my wetness, I carefully push back onto him.
Already, I can feel my pussy stretching to take his head. I pull my mouth from his and sit upright, placing my other hand on his chest for support as I wince from the thickness of that much alone.
Darolus notices and grabs my hips, stopping me. “No.”
I slap his hands away. “Wait! Please, let me try.”
He growls. “No.”
I push at his chest with a pout. “I can take you. I know I can.” And it’s true. I’m adjusting even as we argue.
He growls again and remains tense but does not stop me when I press for a little bit more. Before I close my eyes to focus, I get a glimpse of the change in his face—he’s watching me with a hazy intensity that wasn’t there before. He’s hopeful, like I am.
Slowly, slowly, I lower my pussy on him, rolling my hips, my body aching but also thrilling with the pleasure of such exquisite pressure, wanting more of it more than wanting to balk. “I’m so empty without you,” I whine.
And I am. So, so empty. Until him, I’ve never felt so empty in my life.
He’s frozen under me, his body rigid, his hands barely squeezing my hips.
Sitting up, I clutch his cock with both my hands and, pressing my heels to the floor, lift away slightly, mimicking the in-and-out of sex.
He releases seed and I feel it spread, the hot, thick liquid lubricating everything, making it easier.
Shifting my hips, I ease off him completely, only to grind my clit along his knot for a moment before guiding him back to my opening.
His fingers dig into my skin.
Cupping his knot with both hands, I start to slowly slide down again until his head is fully inside of me, then rock hard from front to back, letting my body get used to the stretch.
Once I know I can handle it, I grit my teeth and chew on my lip in concentration, working even lower, little by little.
As if to encourage me now, his hands sweep up my chest to rub my breasts and nipples before returning to squeeze my hips. Gasping from the pressure, both inside and out, I constrict around him. Almost…
Darolus grunts as, straining my body to its limits, I press all the way down to his knot. “Yes,” I moan, finally feeling what I need to feel more than anything: him, filling me up.
Time comes to a standstill as each intense second bleeds into the next, prolonging them infinitely. I settle on his knot, my pussy straining as it takes its time to adapt to the even greater width barely breaching it.
“See,” I say, my voice small and breathless, gloating in my accomplishment.
“I sssseee,” he groans, his blue knuckles gone white and his eyes shut tightly. Excited by his overwhelmed reaction, I rise off him, only to slide back down. But I barely reach his knot again before his muscles lock, his tail snaps into a coil, and his seed spreads thickly inside of me.
He hisses fervently, his cock jerking wildly. I try to pull off of him but he tugs me back down, keeping me pinned for his orgasm. Pulsing inside me, he pumps out spurt after spurt, and his mouthwatering smell envelopes me, obliterating all rational thought.
Whimpering, I roll my hips, anchoring my body with one hand on his chest while the other goes to my clit. My movements become twitchy and quick as I circle and stroke it. Easier now, I ride up and down him, working into a steady but fast tempo, fighting for a climax just out of reach.
His grunts and hisses fill my ears. His claws scrape over my sides and I gasp.
Slipping on his seed, I sit heavy on his knot and he groans hoarsely, snapping his tail on the floor and making dust and dirt fly into the air.
With each powerful spasm, I feel his seed filling me further, deeper, his knot growing less thick, until I can push my pussy down over it, taking it completely.
With his body shuddering frenetically beneath mine, I clench around his bulge with satisfaction, ignoring the taut ache and stinging pain of the stretch.
A raw sound pours from my throat, turning into a drawn-out moan.
The incredible sensations amplify as I rub my fingers over my clit quicker than ever.
Thrusting my hips forward, I rock to my fingers’ pace, feeling his knot grind against my g-spot deliciously.
On the edge of orgasm, I squeeze as hard as I can around him, and his whole body erupts with a loud hiss. The sound seems to come from everywhere, vibrating me from the inside out. Plunging over the precipice, pleasure hits me; I writhe helplessly, quaking upward, off his knot.
Darolus yanks me back down onto it as a scream tears out of me.
Trembling all over, my orgasm rips through me, body and soul, deepening and extending the longer his knot’s ridges press against me.
Another rush of his seed floods deep inside, increasing the pressure beyond what I can bear.
I push off of him once again, and this time he lets me go; I roll to the side and onto the hides beneath us.
By the time I open my eyes, he’s above and over me, blocking everything else from view.
Baring his fangs, he hisses, “Mine.”