Chapter 17
Asharp cry rang from her at the intense bite.
Thrasik shook his maw back and forth, determined to get as deep around her flesh as possible.
Each jagged fang successfully glided into the soft tissue of her body.
Griselda tried not to wince, and it surprisingly wasn’t hard.
A dark thought oozed a the back of her mind.
Is this what it would be like to be devoured by him?
A gust of wind blew against them, forcing Thrasik to coil tighter around their bodies. An eerie tingle began to spread from the muscles in her shoulder and chest. One that crept like a flood through the rest of her body and slowly massaged the back of her brain.
Panic started to build in the core of her stomach.
This didn’t feel right. Words caught in her chest as Thrasik unlatched and turned to slam his open maw around her throat, locking her against the stone wall like a piece of prey he’d wanted to savor.
A vicious snarl ripped from him. Saliva and venom dripped down her throat, pooling along her collarbone.
In the same instant, a wave of pure euphoria rocked through her body.
Every nerve relaxed and sang with bliss. The saturation of the world around them fuzzed and intensified. Their immediate connection became the singular existence she craved. Griselda’s legs locked hard onto Thrasik’s body as her hips bucked deeper on his throbbing cock.
The ache of the rocks digging against her shoulders dissolved. Bracing harder against the wall, she gripped tight to Thrasik’s arms and let him fully envelop her.
“If this is your means of worship, maybe I was embracing the wrong devotion,” she groaned.
Thrasik’s sharp ebony claws traced along the curves of her body before they made it back to her arms and forced her grip away. Pulling both her hands into a single one of his, he slammed her wrists above her head.
“Ah, fuck!” Her words spilled in shock at the sudden act.
“Mine,” he snarled, tongue dragging up the side of her face as his other hand caressed the opposite cheek down to her scar. “Others may have savored your flesh—”
Pulling out until only his tip remained in, Thrasik turned his snout to her ear and licked against the length of it before shoving himself fully back into her begging pussy.
A moan ripped from her lungs in surprise.
Lightning jolted through her nerves. Her ear twitched as heat spread further along her exposed skin.
“—but none will ever revere you in this fashion.”
Griselda stared up at Thrasik when he pulled his devilish face away.
His spines were shaking, rattling on their own as if possessed.
Her lips were already bitten enough to the point of swelling, but that didn’t stop her from gnawing on her bottom one again.
The sight of him was purely erotic. She glanced down to where their bodies joined and gasped.
The daylight reflected beautifully upon the both of them.
The white thatch of hair adorning her sex haloed around the almost electric blue shaft buried within.
Thrasik’s pulsing cock wasn’t even fully inside her, yet she’d thought it had been this entire time.
Wriggling spines ending with a purple tip flared along its sides and top.
Awe struck her at the sight of how his cock faded to that delicious oil-slick color of his scales at the base.
“That’s right,” he soothed as he thrust that thick cock deep enough to force a bulge along the base of her belly. “Gaze upon our devotion. Take in how much I adore you. Lavish in knowing this is all yours!”
Upon his final words, Thrasik pulled his hips back and freed his cock from her body with a slick ‘pop’.
Griselda’s eyebrows knit together while a whine cried from the back of her throat.
She grew tired of this tease. Of this back and forth.
Her pussy was swollen with need. Her nipples harder than they’d ever been. Her clit throbbed incessantly.
Just as a complaint was about to make it past her lips, the naga slid his soaked second member up the slit of her lips and nudged against her clit in a delicious sensation.
Heavy pants gusted from Griselda. She needed him to fuck her like she was nothing more than a cock sleeve at this point.
All compliance and taught aspects on how to properly entertain royal guests and higher importance left her mind.
She craved every ounce of him and despised that he had her arms pinned and legs wrapped.
She wanted to touch and move into different positions to fully experience him.
“Thrasik,” His name finally left her lips through her desperate gasps. “Please, Thrasik.”
“Please what, my goddess?” One of his sharp claws tilted her chin until they made direct eye contact.
“Please, fill me!” The cry sounded far more lewd than she’d intended.
Griselda’s face was flush with desire. Her swollen lips pouted at him as her ears tilted down.
“Oh, with pleasure.” Thrasik’s scales shivered, spines dancing on end.
His second cock smoothed back over her pussy and slid down to her ass, massaging against the tight ring of her exposed hole.
Grabbing the spined cock between his claws, he pulled his hips back and angled it against her entrance again.
Its faint purple tip nudge up against her clit before being pushed back down.
Her shapely hips wiggled on his bulging tip, ready to fully take him again. The moment it finally slid in, Thrasik’s hand removed and gravitated toward her breast. The scales of his palm caressed her taut nipple, evoking further heat to spread deep within her body.
Faster, quicker, gods I want to come!
As though he read her thoughts, a skin crawling growl erupted from the core of Thrasik’s entire being and rumbled through their combined bodies.
His tail tightened as his snout tipped slightly skyward.
His hips thrust into her with a desperate pace.
One that left her feeling filled further than she’d ever experienced.
Each connection of their hips to the true hilt coaxed a moan like she’d never sang.
Deep parts of her body that had never met another’s touch twitched with ecstasy and effervescent desire.
Their combined slick drenched over his scales as he feverishly pounded into her, each scale clinging to her flesh in refusal to leave despite knowing it would come back with a slapping satisfaction.
Griselda tried to stay attentive. She wanted to know his every reaction.
To witness each lip curl, hiss, and eye roll as he thrust into a pussy he’d never experienced.
Her arms and legs had gone limp against his rigid touch.
She was pure soft and malleable compared to hard and tense. But gods did he feel absolutely divine.
Each thrust ripped pleasure through her body like none other. His cock somehow became thicker the closer to the base it got. Every spine flickered against pleasure points she didn’t know she had. They were plumper than when he first entered her, yet their stiffness only exaggerated her pleasure.
Griselda’s entire body rippled with such a height of pleasure that when her eyes fell closed she thought she’d left to a form of heaven.
A snarl pulled her attention back up to Thrasik’s face.
Her eyes were half-hooded, mouth gaped open from pure pleasure, but that didn’t stop her from locking eye contact with him.
His own gaze devoured her. Such a hunger that resonated from his hips with each hard needy thrust.
Sparks danced behind her vision as the heat within her core surged. His tip hit so deep, but damned if those spines weren’t working magic on her. A cluster of them seemed to focus ever so deliciously on a bundle that sent lightning through her veins.
“Gods, Thrasik, I think I’m about to—”
His eyes squinted at her words, lip curling in response. In the same breath, the second cock’s head slipped in just under the first. Its slick spread so easily as he continued thrusting that Griselda barely had any time to react to it fully pushing in alongside.
“Holy fuck!” she cried, her pussy clamping down and halting his thrusts.
“No gods here, only you and I,” he hissed.
Thrasik shoved his cocks deep inside her, flexing into her straining core. The tip of his tail uncoiled from her quivering leg and launched to her throat as it wrapped around and pulled her closer to his face.
“You’re mine, Griselda. My goddess. My starshine.” His lips snarled inches from her face. “Mine.”
“I’m yours. All yours, Thrasik,” she gasped.
Her huffing breaths turned into muffled moans as his phthalo blue tongue plunged past her teeth. Growls and groans rolled around her face. His hips rocked further into her, twisting her closer to that euphoric climax she desperately chased.
Thrasik’s smooth tongue swirled around hers before shoving down her throat. Griselda’s eyes rolled, tears flecking the edges of her snowy lashes at the invasion.
The air was thick with their combined moans, both muffled and aloud.
Wet slaps sounded from their sex as Thrasik never lost momentum.
His tail moved from her throat to her raised hands, switching places with his own hand.
He wandered his hands down her body before moving to wrap around her thighs and tug her closer.
He recoiled his tongue and licked along her lips. “Are you ready to receive my offering, my goddess?”
Griselda whined in response, unable to form words with how needy and curious she was. She savored the flavor of his tongue and desperately wanted him to give it back.
His claws gripped tighter around her shapely legs, crawling up to her hips to hold and slam her down on himself as his body tensed completely. Those obsidian scales along his stomach flared. The tendrils on the first cock latched onto her walls.