Chapter 6 #2
“You didn’t plan this? Bringing me here, making me drop my guard?” Griselda pulled her chin down, seeming to withdraw from him.
“No.” Thrasik hissed through now clenched teeth as he fought urge to shove his tongue down her throat. Flashes of visuals from stories of ceremonies past dancing behind his eyes.
I meant to explore and have you explore me back.
“You sure seemed to know where you were headed.” Her words came out in a hushed whisper, as though she meant it to be a thought.
Thrasik kept his mouth sealed. Refusing to let the intentions swirling around his mind leave his clenching throat. He still didn’t understand why he found her so alluring, or if she was also reciprocating in the thought.
The way she reacted to his words had him doubting everything he was doing.
A pang of guilt hit him as he dropped his tail from being wrapped around her leg.
Maybe she was right. Maybe he did bring her to this secluded cavern with the intention of pinning her down and ripping answers from her lungs for his burning questions.
His nose sharply tipped to the ceiling as slick flesh wrapped around his hips.
A shudder erupted through his entire body to the wiggling tip of his tail at the sensation.
Griselda clenched her legs around him. While her heels couldn’t touch each other, the feeling of her tightening around his hips almost made him go limp.
As lovely as her contact was, he wasn’t expecting her to touch him back in a similar manner.
He scanned over her disheveled snowy locks, the long braids floating beside her in the water.
Her speckled face remained flushed, framing that piercing green gaze.
He longed to lick against those small fleshy lips that sat in an odd pout.
His head tilted as he noticed she had a palm length scar along her jawline.
Which led down to a slender neck. Flowing into strong but delicate shoulders, he followed to her sternum.
Thrasik had never seen a woman exposed like this before.
In ceremonies there seemed to be sacrifices from differing villages that dressed up their offerings in extravagant clothing that only the elders experienced the relinquishing of.
Griselda’s bangles were the only remnant tugging at that memory.
Her breasts were almost burning below his palm.
Despite his size compared to her, she was well endowed and he ceased his explorations to nose against her collarbone and intake the warmth of her scent.
Such soft skin despite being wet. So comforting against his scales.
A breath hitched in the lungs beneath him as Thrasik wandered both hands to the sides of Griselda’s ribs.
He noticed his fingertips were almost touching, for some reason that drove him further into hunger.
She was almost bite sized. A deep snarl rumbled from him, burrowing through his throat and focused breath on his scale buried between his snout and her collarbone.
The scent of himself mingling with her jasmine and honey teased spiderwebs that snapped through every fiber of his being.
He let his palms wander closer from her ribs, cupping and caressing the edges of her breasts.
They were softer than expected, but just as squishy as desired.
His clawed thumbs flexed over the hardened points of her nipples, evoking a strangled sound.
“Fuck,” The word groaned from her. Thrasik thought he imagined it until she groaned out a whine from those delicate lips. “Please…”
Please?
Despite her plea, Thrasik was set on his own journey and didn’t know what her beg was in relation to. He may be an adult for his kind, but discovery overtook rationality on occasion and this was one such occasion.
Hunger curling over the prior guilt in his gut, he nosed his mouth over her breast and let blatant curiosity overtake.
His obsidian maw split open, tongue trailing out and circling along every curve of the breast below him.
Saliva dripped as it uncontrollably pooled, mixing with the water surrounding them.
Thrasik dragged his tongue over the surprisingly supple nub of her nipple.
Swirling around it and lavishing the sounds his touch evoked.
His gaze cut to her face as huffs of air played around the tops of his spines.
Griselda’s mouth had fallen open again with her eyes half shut and focused on him.
A grumble left him, assuming her expression meant this was a pleasure point.
Slithering himself flat against her, Thrasik pulled them both vertical in the cooling water.
A noise of panic quipped from Griselda for a brief moment before he hooked his tail over the edge of the pool.
Her body tensed as his hands wandered down to her hips.
He reared his head back, moving a hand down to the tuft of hair he craved to feel.
Wondering now if it would feel as soft and smooth as the soft locks on her head that swayed through his claws earlier.
Realizing how sharp his claws might feel in such a sensitive area, he dipped the back of his knuckles against the thatch of hair and swished against the strange feeling.
Griselda’s face tightened as her arms dropped to the waterline, Thrasik’s body pressing her up against the flat edge of the pool.
The texture of this hair felt oddly slimy, as though he had already lavished his tongue over the delicate spot and was trying to scrub the film away.
Recalling the way her hand worked behind the bubbles, he moved his knuckles down to try to replicate.
An oddly supple but firm point pushed against the back of his thick fingers through the slick texture.
It happened almost fast enough that he thought he might have tripped his own fingers on each other.
Enamored by the curves of her body, Thrasik accidentally slipped a knuckle further than intended. His eyes spread wide as her body wrapped around the back of his finger and almost seemed to suck him in. Before he could even process what happened, a wave of water crashed down on his face.
“I can’t! I’m sorry!” Griselda’s voice rang through his mind as he shook his blinded view.
Thrasik jolted away, hovering with his arms spread wide, water dripping down his stunned face. A strange look crossed Griselda’s expression as he waited for her next move. She almost looked… Surprised.
Why is she surprised? Is this spot not pleasurable for her? Did I go too far?
Doubt ebbed into his core. Was he toeing a line that shouldn’t have been crossed?
His senses snapped back, feeling as though a hazy cloud was ripped away.
Thrasik stared her down. Secretly hoping she would say something.
Not knowing his hood flared fully along his the sides of his throat.
Not keeping control over his own perception as his maw flexed and lips curled back in an inaudible hiss.
Instead of reacting or saying anything further, Griselda rolled over, pulling herself over the edge and out of the water.
Rumbles soared through his body as the source of her scent teased in front of him for a glimpse.
Shivering his hood, Thrasik realized he was fully flared and annoyance set through him.
A deep hiss leaked. Had he been flared this entire time?
That never happened unless he was actively hunting prey with the full intention to devour.
Regret flooded through Thrasik’s oil slick scales.
Each one seeming to flatten further against his flesh.
His mind was warring. He was beyond confused.
The noises she’d been emitting made him think she was enjoying each touch and caress.
She even wrapped her legs around him. Was it truly because it was him instead of someone of her own species?
He raised his hand to his mouth, sniffing and licking at the odd slickness.
If anything, he could at least enjoy this experiment.
The moment his tongue wrapped around the crease of his knuckles, his mind zapped blank.
That heady jasmine and honey scent. Almost reminiscent of the refreshing steam rooms back at his tribe.
Sweet, soothing, alluring, and beyond extravagant.
His slit immediately ripped open as the entirety of her scent engulfed his sinuses and taste buds.
The release of pressure causing him to jolt forward into the water, splashing waves and coiling upon himself as the cold water seared his groin.
She couldn’t see this.
She couldn’t know.
She’d run.
She’d panic.
He’d chase.
He’d devour.
Sinking barely above the water, his body went limp as he tried to shove himself back into the scaled walls.
Desire like he hadn’t known swirled in his veins.
His tail swayed in circles, keeping him afloat as he analyzed every move Griselda made.
An itch still ticked the back of his skull.
Something about her called to him and he was going to figure out what.
Griselda froze on her knees. He didn’t consider why she froze and instead lifted his head at the view she was gracing him with.
If she didn’t move, he was about to act on something he wasn’t sure he could come back from.
That blue tongue swiped his lips in anticipation as the core of her mound sang to him like a siren.
A jasmine and honey scented siren.