Chapter 22
The floorboards of the wooden hut creaked with age. A musty scent filled the air as Thrasik set Griselda down to her feet and filled the room with his body. He had been determined to get them into a form of shelter before nightfall after all they’d experienced, and she didn’t blame him.
Griselda fixed her dress before moving to take off her boots, smoothing her hands over the fabric and knocking off remnants of mud from earlier.
Time felt like an enigma as her mind played back everything they’d experienced in the past couple of days.
She wasn’t even fully certain it had been a full week.
Her body ached.
What she wouldn’t do to make it back to that hidden waterfall and dunk her entire body into its pool for a few hours.
Raising her hands, she examined her fingertips.
Thrasik hadn’t noticed, at least she thought, that after they’d rejoined her hands were different.
Whatever magic had come forth had stained her fingertips a pale blue.
They felt colder than they’d ever been as well, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get them to warm back up.
Magic had rumor to come with a consequence, but no one had ever truly said what that consequence would be since the act of using such abilities was frowned upon.
She’d never have guessed it was something that would steal from the body.
Thrasik sneezed, breaking her out of the self evaluating trance. He’d laid himself out across the floor of the small hut and had began cleaning his scales of muck.
It was maybe twice the size of their prior cave, but she was thankful for it. Anything was better than being outside and reminded of how this world really appeared.
Glancing over, she watched as the shadowy naga stretched and angled himself in different fashions to reach certain areas of his body.
He truly was beauty incarnate. A being that was made of the most stunning obsidian with a kiss of rainbow hues.
His blue spines twitched and warbled individually but in such a way that made each one feel like it had a mind of its own.
He’d twisted to reach a spot on his back, raising an arm up and over as he turned toward her. A thrill raced down her spine when his sharp amber eyes sliced over her body before he lowered his arm.
Despite everything and the horrors that lurked in their minds, she wanted him. In the most selfish way possible, she wanted to lock them in this hut for days on end and experience every position with him.
She didn’t realized she’d been staring at him and steadily biting her thumbnail until his tail thumped on the ground behind her, making her jump and lower her hand.
“Why don’t you let me give you something else for that pretty hole?”
Blinking, she took a step back as he raised before her and lifted off the floor. It wasn’t that she was scared of him. Rather, something coiled in her gut that grinned at the thought of him being more confident in himself.
He slowly slithered after her, lifting himself higher until her back hit the wall of the hut. He steadily placed an arm on either side of her head and stared her down.
Griselda tried to hold her composure. As much as she wanted to be calm and understand how he would control this situation, there was a giddy tease that wanted to act sly and coy against his chase.
As if he read her mind, his maw snapped forward while his body pressed her flush against the wall. A gasp slipped from her lips in surprise.
“I don’t know why it’s so different being cooped up in this small room with you, but your scent is so overwhelming it’s just damn intoxicating,” he snarled into her ear as he breathed in deeply. “And I’m beyond starving to taste you again.”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same.” She angled her head away from him, staring from the corner of her eye as his breath wafted around her.
“I have something to confess.”
His statement was heavy. It came out as a rumbled groan while he became drunk off her scent. She hummed in response. Her mind was wandering too far and all she could think about was what way he’d want to take her.
Any way he wants, so long as it damn near breaks me.
“You understand how everything functions, but there’s more that I haven’t revealed. And things might be different now that we know you are technically dragonkin.”
Each word tore from him painfully slow as his hips ground into hers, forcing her verdant eyes to roll at the pressure and desire burning inside.
Desperation began to build in her.
“Yes. Right,” she sighed, her lust making each breath a weighted struggle.
In a possessive motion, Thrasik wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into the coil of his tail. One arm splayed across her back while the other gripped her ass. She placed her hands over his plated chest, digging her fingers against it as he continued to grind his hips into her.
Her thighs quivered. She was already drenched just from the pressure and her clit throbbed incessantly.
Thrasik clenched her tightly. A groan slipped from him as heavy weight jutted against her core.
Griselda’s eyes dilated, forgetting just how thick and girthy he truly was.
His slathered maw rubbed against her cheek before closing in on her pointed ear.
“I can’t hold back this time, my devious angel.” The words hardly left him before his tail thrashed against the decaying wood floor.
Reaching up to grab his face, she clenched her fingers around his jaw and pulled him in front of her lips. Soft kisses left her as she peppered them on his snout and fangs. He parted his mouth, letting her slip her tongue against his as heated moans sang from her.
The slippery feel of his tongue against his scales was beyond delicious combined with the greedy naga thrusting his freed cocks against her belly.
He’d managed to slip up under her dress amongst their grinding hips and the sight of his cocks bulging beneath her dress up toward her breasts turned her on even further.
Though, she wondered what he meant by saying that he couldn’t hold back this time.
Had he still been holding back last time?
A frustrated grunt split her moans as his long tongue shoved past her lips, over her own tongue, and down her throat. Griselda’s muffled moans would’ve seemed like a protest to any outsider looking in. Tears sparkled in the corner of her eyes at the invasive but welcomed pressure.
Without warning, Thrasik began to thrust his tongue in and out of her throat as if it were a separate cock of its own. He pushed her to the ground, keeping the tip of his tail under her neck and further angling her mouth for a better reach as a free hand began to massage her swollen breasts.
Griselda tried to grab at his maw to pull him back a bit so that she could catch her breath, but instead he snagged her wrists and shoved them down with one hand.
He wasn’t holding her hands together this time.
The weight of his arm across her forearms wasn’t something she would think could keep her in one place, but he was a very determined naga at the moment.
He retracted his tongue just enough for her to gasp for air as sloppy trails of saliva still connected them.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he hissed into her mouth.
It hadn’t occurred to her that he had easy access to her pussy until she felt the saturated tip of his second cock braced against it, throbbing and bulging against her begging entrance. In the same moment that he shoved his tongue past her teeth, the tip of his cock pushed into her.
Fuck, he’s so damn huge!
Her nostrils flared in desperation to catch a breath as her eyelids fluttered in response to him further thrusting his thick cock into her depths.
The walls of her pussy clenched, already hungry to milk him of everything he had to offer as his lubrication spread through.
Each buck of his hips buried him deeper and sent a wave of euphoria through her body.
Without warning, he ripped his tongue from her and groaned as he knocked his cock into her to the hilt. Griselda’s head tossed back, her lip curling in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the painful wave left with his lubricant hitting deeper. She relaxed back into him and rolled her hips.
Thrasik bit onto his tongue and hissed inwardly before releasing it and panting, his azure tongue lolling out of his mouth in a haze. He released her arms and placed his back on either side of her shoulders while he balanced on his elbows.
Griselda stared down to where their bodies combined.
The way his core rippled and clenched with each thrust was enough to push her closer to that sweet wave of release.
It helped seeing his ribbed cock push into her.
Watching her pussy greedily swallow him up past the thatch of white hair as his moans and pants mixed together was something she wouldn’t soon forget.
And he was about to make sure of that. A growl tore from him as he pulled fully out and used his tail to roll her onto her belly.
A confused and upset protest began to whine from her before he braced and shoved his drenched cock fully back into her. His tail slithered under her hips and pulled her onto her hands and knees.
Griselda stared at Thrasik over her shoulder, trying to gauge what his intention was.
His claws slide up from her thighs until they reached her waist. The ruddy fabric of her dress bunched above and around his hands. She couldn’t help but wiggle her ass at him from this angle.
A hungry growl tore from his chest as he immediately buried his cock back into her, forcing her to push back against his weight despite wanting to fall and be taken. His other cock sat on the top of her ass. Tugging her waist back and forth toward himself, Thrasik bucked wildly into her.