Chapter 6
The small rumbling vibrations of her snores ceased as Griselda floated against the edge of the pool, pulling her elbows to the brim and yawning as she rested her head back against the stone.
Thrasik remained watching her from below, swaying his body back and forth to maintain position against the small current.
It had been at least an hour since he last surfaced.
His breath hold could maintain for a little longer, but he didn’t want to risk snagging air too much in case it startled her.
He wondered how she would react to the curious plan he designed once she awoke.
Pondering how her face would contort in reaction and if she would hesitate and pull back or relax and allow.
Or if she would push him away in disgust at the thought.
He was still unsure on how this odd attraction worked.
He swam steadily closer between her floating legs as she stirred, scales puffing. Griselda’s right arm dunked below the water. The splash of bubbles obscured Thrasik’s view, causing an annoyed groan to trap in his throat. He patiently waited for the bubbles to disperse.
Griselda’s thighs had spread. A soft mound revealed between them. Pausing mere inches away from her hand, Thrasik tilted his head and observed her fingers digging at her own flesh. She almost seemed desperate.
All he knew regarding this area from his own species was the ceremonies surrounding egg festivals and their women’s pleasure.
Despite his charm and beauty, he rarely had the opportunity to explore and enjoy such antics.
Many of his kind thought of him as a plague.
An ill omen. The few that did touch him never went far enough to fulfill the ceremony.
Instead they were whisked away by an elder before he could manage alone time with them.
Frustration built behind his heart as those emotions were brought forth.
A whisper teased the back of his mind, tendrils massaging through his skull, recalling his scale sitting on Griselda’s tempting chest. Maybe she would be different.
Maybe she wouldn’t disappear should something happen between them.
The way she acted as though she wasn’t marked as his irritated him but also gnawed at a feral desire to claim her.
How would he do that though? Unless she was put before the tribe in a ceremony.
But, he didn’t want to take her to his tribe anymore.
Not after they shunned him. Not after they disowned him.
Not after having this opportunity to form a true connection with someone that doesn’t know his lineage.
Could he build a connection though? That involved trust. Understanding.
Testing how comfortable Griselda could become with him.
Testing if she possibly felt the same urges he was craving.
Tiptoeing along the strange line of her species and his.
Poking to see how far she would lean before her ethereal form ran from him in disgust at his blood ties.
His vision locked on her fingers as they spread and dove frantically deep within her body.
Pink toned skin revealed beneath her finger pads.
Her middle and ring fingers pumped in and out of her core, unsure if what she was doing was normal for man-things cleaning themselves or if this was similar to a beast marking their scent.
Suddenly his chest cramped. A painful tinge exploded through his vision as his lungs screamed for air.
He clamped his teeth together, refusing to give in so easily.
Desire drove his senses wild as he visually devoured Griselda.
Her lithe fingers moving to the top of her mound as her thighs spread further open, finger pads circling a small nub beneath a swaying tuft of snowy hair.
He wondered how that tuft would feel beneath his own fingers.
How insanely he craved to shove his tongue into the depth she was toying with.
To see if it tasted the same as her velvet skin.
To see just how far he could be inside her.
A flaring cramp shrieked through his muscled chest again, warning against an accidental demise.
Why now? Damn!
Unable to maintain his hidden position, Thrasik flicked his tail and surged out of the water. His vision blinded as he gasped for air and launched toward the edge of the pool.
In his haze, he landed over the unsuspecting woman, his hands above her body on the slick stone below.
Warmth spread against his hips as his tail subconsciously coiled around her uninjured ankle.
Adrenaline surged like lightning through his nerves at the tempting position he landed in.
Water trailed down his scales onto Griselda’s bare body as an emerald stare burrowed into his dilated eyes.
His body was heaving, causing his scales to puff and smooth in rapid succession as he fought to still his beating heart.
Griselda’s face flushed a deep crimson beneath him.
Her breasts rose with short gasps. She slowly removed her hand from her body and seemed to reach for the edge of the pool to brace.
Thrasik relaxed his maw, allowing his tongue to slide past his sharp fangs and dangle.
His lips curled past his teeth as Griselda’s essence assaulted every one of his senses.
He hadn’t observed the intoxicating aroma of her under the water, but every molecule of air above it sang with her scent.
Nostrils flared, he inhaled every ounce of her exposed form.
Last time he was in a similar position with her all he could smell was himself due to the scale, but this time he took in her honey and jasmine decadence.
Unfortunately, it blinded him even further and he felt himself losing grip of the inkling of control he’d managed.
“If you want to sniff me, at least wait until I’m dressed,” Griselda’s face turned off to the side as her blush somehow deepened, further accentuated by her damp white tresses. “It’s a bit drafty anyways.”
“Crave more than sniffing.” Before he could think of a response, the words left him. Her eyes widened and snapped back to his almost in disbelief.
He lowered his broad maw and nosed against her burning cheek. Noting the quiet squeak she made, slipping his tapered tongue along her face and down her neck. Water collected along his taste buds and burst further with her scent, driving him almost into irrationality.
Thrasik dragged a hand down the rock to the other side of her face.
His claws against the stone causing an eerie screech to resonate through the air.
He buried them into the base of her hair, tilting her throat up.
Heavy gusts of breath caught in him as he angled his jaw.
That dangerous tongue licked his teeth and suddenly he threw himself into the same position he had her in against the boulder.
Only this time it was on purpose. He wasn’t going to bite her, but she trembled as though he considered it.
He just wanted to take in as much of her as possible.
And for some reason, keeping her throat clenched between his teeth made her scent exponentially saturate the air.
His other hand reached below and around her waist. He hadn’t realized how large he was compared to her until this moment as his arm easily reached around to the other side of her body.
Lavishing the thought of being so in control, Thrasik nudged his hips against Griselda’s.
His slit bulged against the contact. A needy moan erupted around his maw as he licked the vibration of her throat, her voice chiming through his ears as a growl rumbled from the depths of his core.
Fuck me, she’s going to undo my every scale.
Thrasik’s eyes rolled back at the quivers beneath his phtalo blue tongue. As desperately as he was trying to hold back and maintain composure, she sure made it difficult with those noises. He didn’t intend to be caught up like this. This wasn’t his plan at all.
Pressure teased under his ribs. It was light enough he barely noticed it until it felt like nails were trying to dig into his very being.
He removed his snout, licking back up along her cheek as he nosed along Griselda’s jaw.
Her eyes were heavy when they met his again.
Her face flushed further than he thought possible as it spread along her chest and shoulders.
“Delicious.” Thrasik grumbled through the air between them as he ground his hips into her again.
“Whoa, big guy. What’s going on?” Griselda stumbled over her words, pushing against his ribs. “I promise I’m not a good snack option!”
“The way I want to devour you. To lick every inch of your delicious body.” His tongue accidentally hissed on ‘delicious’ and he felt the shiver run through her stomach.
Thrasik ground his hips into her again, wiggling back and forth as her blunt teeth bit into her lower lip.
While he was focused on exploring, his body wanted to toss that idea into the forest outside and rut her until the sun sets again.
“To make you twist into my body and touch me again.”
Griselda stared up at him, mouth slightly agape. Thrasik removed his hand from her hair and caressed it down until it rested between, if not almost over, both her breasts. Tempting claw marks left small raised welts along her skin.
“Don’t know what you are, or why you wear my scale, but you call to me in ways no one has.
It confuses me. Drives me… mad.” He struggled for the words of her language.
What good those monks did at training him all those years ago when prepping him for diplomatic matters.
Licking his lips, he flitted glimpses between her face and body while moving his other hand from her waist up to the front of her shoulder.
“You don’t understand what you do to me.
And I don’t understand why I crave you like no other. ”