Chapter 5 #2
Another loud snort of air left him as he turned to head back, flicking his tail hard enough against the ground to form a small dirt cloud.
Raising the fingers of one hand to his mouth, he swirled his blue tongue around the index and thumb.
Would her fingers feel the same? Taste the same?
Would she be freaked out by his teeth the further she explored?
His head cocked as he examined his own claws.
With a small sizzle, each torch that passed along his trek was snuffed out between the digits.
It was best to hide the light from being visible outside just in case something should think it a smart idea to investigate. At least that’s what he told himself.
Thrasik wasn’t typically this territorial, but something about this man…
woman? He struggled for the man-things words to describe.
Regardless, she tugged at something in him and he wanted to know what and why.
Aside from the fact she wore his scale. That itself evoked both frustration, anger, and a hidden carnal desire he was battling to keep shoved down.
This feeling craved to drag fingers through her snowy hair in the same way she trailed through his spines.
To coil around her and soak in every ounce of her curvy warmth.
To have her desire him in ways he only heard of others feeling toward each other.
Her green eyes pulled butterflies from his gut.
Such pale flesh constructed against his own dark scales.
Would he still be feeling this way if she wasn’t wearing his scale? He knew nothing about her but put himself in harms way to save her from certain death when he could have easily fled and hid. A strange pang hit his mood, shifting slightly sour.
Assuming he was gone long enough for her to fully submerge into the water, he slid toward the pool – and immediately froze in place. He forgot how short the distance between the entrance of the cavern and the water was.
Griselda was bent over, her wide pale ass exposed.
Saliva instantly trickled down his maw as he watched her thick thighs grinding together.
The smooth flesh pushed and pulled against itself.
If only her tunic wasn’t in the way of the curve of her ass.
What he would give to come up behind her and nose that top off as he slithered up her body.
Clamping a hand around his snout and another at the slitted scales of his groin, he stifled an almost desperate moan as her sweet scent slammed into him.
He coiled backwards onto himself and hid in the shadows.
Watching with eager lust and hesitance in case she furthered this private show with no knowledge of him being there.
He was entranced by her body and especially her legs.
Something he lacked but viciously desired to wrap his hands, tongue, and especially body around.
Even more, he wanted to grab her rump and bury his claws in her flesh.
To squish something that wouldn’t cease to exist under his touch.
Something that might grace him with more of that delicious scent. A small whine screeched in his throat.
His eyes widened further, pupils creating obsidian orbs against the black scales around his eyes.
Griselda pulled her top off and allowed her breasts to fall with a firm bounce.
The starving curiosity grew in him. Another area he might be able to squeeze without worry.
His people didn’t have these fleshy mounds, so he was unsure how they effected her or their purpose.
This was pure unknown territory to him. Any man-things his people had come across previously were all male, minus one that had been chained in a caravan as they were passing through to another island.
Recalling how starved and brittle that woman looked made Thrasik view Griselda as a prized meal.
His gaze locked on her fluid but exhausted movements.
Everything about her figure had a healthy weight to it and only furthered his mouth watering, and deepened the pressure along his groin.
Removing the other hand from his snout, Thrasik shoved both palms against the slit between his hips.
A desperate pressure shoved back. He remained locked on his prize despite the awkward tension against his hands.
Watching as she dipped herself into the water, a chaotic plan twisted around the recesses of his mind.
A plan that made the water look as decadent as the woman he wanted to explore.
Would she allow him to watch her bathe? What a strangely perverted thought.
The stone around the edge of the pool was cool against his scales as he hunkered over.
Something about the chill edged him closer to Griselda.
Her naked body floated along the water, freckled face reflecting deep thought as he scanned for her awareness.
The water lapped around the curve of her belly, dipping over her neck, between her breasts, and covered the tops of her thighs.
She appeared completely unaware of the naga looking her over like a delicious bounty.
Without hesitation, Thrasik took a deep breath and slipped into the water. The slick caress of the liquid was welcomed on his tense scales.
Algae covered the bottom of the pool. Slight reflections of the gems above glimmered around the underwater world as Thrasik swam through with ease.
Despite the beauty of this secret world, his sight was trained on something that shone brighter than any gemstone twinkle.
The splash of the waterfall created enough current for him to coast against as he approached Griselda from below. He scanned her body once more.
Clamping his arms to his sides, the momentum from his muscular tail propelled him through the shimmering clear water.
Vibrations rumbled as he approached her body.
Confusion crossed Thrasik’s determined face.
He hovered a few feet away from Griselda, unsure of what caused the strange noise.
Slowly, water trickled down the scales on his face as he surfaced to check the tremors weren’t from any source of danger.
The waterfall spilled behind, splattering little droplets onto his face and Griselda’s body. Small vibrations rumbled around her floating figure before they paused.
Then more.
Another pause.
Thrasik floated closer to examine. Griselda didn’t appear any different, aside from being still and breathing steadily.
Rising his shoulders out of the water, Thrasik peered at her calm face.
Her eyes were closed, small lips slightly parted.
Following her breaths, the vibrations rumbled through the water.
A frown crossed his face like a jagged knife.
Experiments while she’s awake might prove more fruitful.
Ha.
Fruit.
Damn, I need to keep that promise.
Thrasik held his lips in a frown as he submerged, small bubbles circling the top of his head upon descent. Sleep was a sacred time for his kind. To interrupt her after the past events would prove to only force anger upon him. He could at least enjoy the view below until she awoke.