Chapter 7
Sparks exploded behind Griselda’s eyes as the naga knuckled her clit.
A wavering heat ebbed over her body. His scaled hand felt like abyssal magic against her core.
Far better than what her own hand was attempting after she woke up groggy and horny beyond belief.
Dreams of him shoving that deliciously thick tongue down her throat clogged her mind and coaxed an incessant desire.
Hell, even his one hand felt like both of hers! She was too damn slick and turned on from him lunging onto her at the moment she had begun touching herself to him. Detrimentally slick from the feel of it too.
His knuckles rubbed too quickly.
Too easily.
Her eyelashes fluttered, emerald eyes shooting open.
What are you doing? You’re inches away from letting a naga finger you! Are you that needy?
Her only fear was discovering if he had anatomy close to humans.
She didn’t know what she would do if they were compatible.
Why was she even considering that as though this was an everyday thing and completely normal?
The least of her worries would be if he truly slipped one of those delicious digits in her and ended up wanting to go further.
But, his claws. Those long, deadly claws.
Could he even safely finger her? As though triggered by the doubt, the back of his knuckle slipped inside her. A sharp fear surged through her body.
She couldn’t let this continue.
He’d rip her to shreds.
“I can’t. I’m sorry!” Without further consideration, she swatted her arms forward and splashed water over the looming naga’s face.
That was a bad idea.
Panic surged through Griselda as the muscular naga reared back and his throat expanded.
His arms were spread wide, claws bared and ready.
Water dripped off his contorted face as her eyes locked onto the flared hood.
The inner section was blood red, large tapers leading off into his iridescent scales on the sides.
His lips quivered, tongue curled, forked tip wavering as though he should have been hissing.
Light glinted off his inches long fangs.
An entire display meant to paralyze and terrify his prey.
Holy fuck.
Her mouth grimaced in regret. She slowly rolled over and braced on the rocky lip at the water’s edge. A gravelly gut twisting hiss reverberated off the water.
HOLY FUCK.
Pulling herself over the stone edge, Griselda crawled on her knees and froze at the splashing sound behind her.
Worry pricked her mind in case her actions were seen as a threat to him.
How could she have been so careless, so naive?
He was a wild monster! A wild monster that managed to turn her on and now might eat her like he should have in the beginning.
But he talked. He can’t be wild.
He. TALKED.
SPOKE.
Even a demon can talk though. What does he want from me?
Her eyes darted back and forth, frantically trying to see if there was anywhere she could hide until he calmed down. There were smaller rocks and healthy vines. A few woven walls, but those wouldn’t work. His claws could rip through them in seconds.
An unexpected bouncing orange flicker drew her attention. Weren’t the torches further back? Griselda recalled the scent of smoke, thinking earlier that the naga had snuffed the flames before she got in the water. The light drew closer.
A breath of heat wafted along the back of her thighs, reminding that danger was still imminent. Sharp claws gripped onto her waist and pulled back, digging into the pliable meat of her belly and forcing a small squeal to slip out.
“Hey, I think,” her voice whispering and unsure, focused on the increasingly growing flame. “We, uh, might have a problem.”
“Hungry,” he retorted.
His grip tightened on her, shocking her heart into leaping toward her throat.
“Listen, we’ve got a pro—,” Before she could finish, her thighs were spread wider than she thought possible and pushed up above her hips.
Her face shoved against the rock below, interrupting her words with a small grunt as wicked teeth wrapped around her stomach and rear.
Griselda’s eyebrows scrunched together. She wasn’t sure what to expect next.
He said plain as day he was hungry. Was he about to eat her from the inside out like some twisted dessert?
Suddenly, a smooth texture rubbed against her core. Sliding up and down. Warmth surged up her thighs and across her face with each pressured graze. Griselda’s hands dug into the slab below, focusing on the wet feeling as it slid against her begging lips.
That can’t be… It has to be his tongue.
Sure enough, a small squelch sounded behind her as the naga’s flat tongue lapped against her pussy, slipping past her fuzzy lips every few undulations and licking against his own.
His angular mouth wrapped around her ass and belly, bracing his teeth over her plump flesh.
She bit the inside of her cheek. As hard as she tried, her focus on the flickering light slipped once her eyes rolled back.
His mouth felt too good.
The humidity.
The desperate licking.
The needy huffing.
Those low growls.
His devilishly slippery tongue.
It didn’t matter in this moment if he was a monster or a devil. He was a blessing. An unanswered prayer she didn’t know had been whispered into existence. If he had an altar, she would spread her legs on them for him everyday in hopes he would engulf her again and again.
Toes curling midair, a moan slipped past her lips.
Never in her life had she experienced being devoured like this.
Being enjoyed in such a strangely passionate way.
Her eyebrows knit upwards, bliss spreading through every nerve as the naga’s tongue slid to tease around her clit.
Her mouth fell open. Gasps chewed through her throat.
The few people she had slept around with never managed to get her this close to the edge.
Or spark lightning through her body in such a jolting fashion.
She held on for dear life, hoping this might finally be the chance.
The warmth of her orgasm edged into existence, blinding her with lust beyond sensation.
She was deaf to the noises she made. Deaf to the slurping between her legs.
Deaf to the snarls and growls that shook her core and the claws that pricked blood along her waist. The amount of moans and sloppy noises coming from the both of them was damn near enough to push her over.
Before she could peak that crescendo, her pussy was left bare and dripping. A strangled, needy moan crooned from her lungs as she shook her hips side to side in the maw of the naga. He clenched his teeth harder around her. Surely, stipples of blood popped beneath his fangs.
She couldn’t take it.
She was so close.
For the first time ever, she was right there.
Her body cried in desperation and pure lusty need. If he didn’t give her what she so desperately needed, it felt as though her soul would burn asunder in some unknown plane of existence. Thick tears welled along her lashes as a whine built deep in the back of her throat.
As if predicting her complaint, that marvelous tongue was back on her.
Only it wasn’t licking. Griselda widened her eyes at the thoughts swarming her mind.
She needed him. Her core screamed for him, clenching and burning.
If he wasn’t going to lick anymore than she needed him to shove whatever appendage he had inside her, no matter the consequences.
A disconnected noise caused her vision to clear as she searched for the source while the naga breathed heavy against her pussy.
The orange flame flitted a few feet away, lower than what she recalled. A dark gray armored hand wrapped around the wood of the now clear torch.
A lone guard stood before them.
Eerie shadows of this voyeur bounced around the walls.
His helmet had a slight furred texture down the middle, nestled between two curved horns.
The rectangular hole in his helmet gave way to the enamored look in his dark eyes.
He seemed older. Almost as though he had seen horrors beyond this realm, but for some reason watching a naga eat out a woman was the visual that boiled his kettle.
A long sword was tipped toward the ground in his other hand.
The armor he wore reflected that he was higher up in the ranks than the other guardsmen Griselda was used to.
It was shinier, but smeared across the chest and thighs with what she could only assume was dried blood.
His glower was primed on her.
Arousal and panic made her want to throw up.
The naga failed to notice the guard, lost in Griselda’s scent and slick.
His tongue instead unexpectedly pierced through her pussy and shoved deep to her cervix.
A yelp groveled into a moan as she was filled further than her body had ever experienced.
She went limp. Her face contorted into a wince.
There wasn’t even time to regain her composure before the naga’s growls resumed, his tongue writhing and thrusting within her as though he realized he’d bottomed out her limits.
That wonderful feeling started building again. Red flushed across her cheeks and ears as sweat started to bead along her skin. She needed to be pushed over the edge more than she’s ever needed anything before.
Gritting her teeth, Griselda glanced back up at the guard and watched as he took a faulty step forward.
Her ears tipped down as she warred with the danger before her and the bliss behind.
The heat on her cheeks burning an inferno of lust while desire teetered her orgasm along the edge.
Her jaw relaxed, moans whispering through her with each thrust of the naga’s languid tongue.
How does he not know… not smell… not hear?