Chapter 22 #4
The second egg slid out with a sloppy pop.
Thrasik’s hand was already there to catch it.
Drool seeped from between his teeth as he wrapped his tongue around the egg and swiveled it, catching all of her slick before pulling the orb into his maw and performing the same action as before.
A slight cracking noise sounded. Then, Griselda watched with bated breath as the egg slithered down his throat.
Thrasik’s hood shook, the vibrant red enchanting her even further.
Heavy grunts sounded from him as he grabbed her hips and rapidly pounded into them, bouncing her tits at the force.
Griselda reached her spare hand up to grab one and pinch a nipple, knocking herself off balance aside from Thrasik’s grip on her body.
The third egg was already at her entrance, pressing down on such a sweet spot that she almost came just from its existence.
His clawed hand was ready once more, spreading her wide with his thumb and index fingers this time as he continued to buck wildly into her ass.
She didn’t know how he was still breathing with the amount of grunts and moans that coaxed from his chest. Catching the third egg, he repeated the same steps.
This time locking eyes with her as his tongue swiveled around to catch her slick.
He stared he down as he wrapped his maw around the egg and swallowed.
“Oh shit. Fuck, you’re so damn devilish.” Griselda’s words almost whispered from her.
“I’ll be your devil any time you want, angel.” Thrasik licked his lips, glinting his teeth at her in a snarl. “In any way you want. No one will have you in such a manner as this.”
He snagged his claws into her hips again and almost removed his cock before slamming into her again.
Griselda’s eyes rolled as her back arched hard.
Her hand desperately rubbed along her clit.
She was so damned close yet again. This time though, she didn’t feel the fourth egg at her entrance. It still sat snugly inside.
Thrasik’s body suddenly quivered and shook as a loud snarl escaped him.
His cock flexed and its feelers spasmed inside her.
Cries left Griselda as the feeling sent her over the edge.
The amount of cum that was filling her ass was boggling to consider.
The heat from such filled her with a strange sensation of warmth.
Lightning danced along her body as she clenched around his still throbbing cock.
He steadily pulled out of her, being as gentle as possible before pulling her hips up to his maw.
“Trying to hide one from me?” His gaze burned into hers as her desperate pants and moans filled the room.
She couldn’t even respond to him amidst her whines. The pressure of the final egg against her cervix was overbearing. Everything was so sensitive that she didn’t know what to do.
Without warning, Thrasik buried his tongue into her pussy as far as he could.
The sudden invasion and slickness made her shove her hands to her face as a drawn out moan keened from her lungs.
His tongue writhed along her insides, searching for the final egg before he finally found its shape and wrapped around its girth.
Griselda lost herself. Nothing was coherent anymore. She bucked her hips into his maw as he growled around them. Her breaths were nothing but moans as she climbed a height of orgasm she’d never known.
Thrasik slowly withdrew his tongue, pulling the egg along with it. He left it at her entrance in a tormentingly slow exhibition. She peered at him through her fingers.
“Fuck, please, Thrasik! Please take it!” Her cries forced his pupils wider as his hood shook fiercely.
In response to her beg, he flicked the tip of his tongue under the egg and pulled it out of her.
No sooner had the egg left her pussy, than it clenched hard enough from her sudden orgasm that she ended up squirting all inside and along his maw.
Embarrassment from the act didn’t even cross her mind as she became lost in a world of sparks, lightning, and muscle tension.
Thrasik cracked the egg and swallowed, licking his tongue over his maw and collecting every last ounce of her gracious offering to him in return.
Just as she began to come down from her euphoria, his tongue gently licked along the lips of her pussy.
A low groan eased through him at the taste of her.
“You’ve been keeping secrets too, love.” Thrasik lifted his head, swiping his tongue along his maw as he slithered up to her shaking body.
Griselda couldn’t respond in any other way aside from shaking her head. She reached for his shoulders, wanting desperately to hold and breathe him in after such an experience.
Thrasik pulled her close and buried his snout into her hair as she shoved her face against him. They both sighed heavily into each other. His tail wrapped along their bodies, creating a radiating warmth against the creeping night air as it seeped through the weathered floor.
“No more secrets. You blow my mind too much with sneaky secrets.” Griselda jabbed a finger at him as he folded his hood down.
“Likewise. You consistently surprise me.” A snarky laugh shivered through his scales.
They both relaxed into each other. His scales were beyond welcoming to sink into. Griselda’s mind wandered.
“Hey, Thrasik. How do you make eggs viable?” His body stiffened beneath her.
“My first cock finishes on them. Female naga hold the eggs inside them afterward and are able to keep a clutch safe until a few months later when they must be laid and cared for.” Claws dragged through her hair as he responded.
A curiosity overcame her at the thought of bodily differences.
Does being part dragon change any of that?
She didn’t dare ask him right now. She wasn’t sure at the moment herself if she would want that responsibility. It would be something to discuss at a later date once she knew and understood more about her newly revealed body.
Snuggling further onto Thrasik, she buried her face into his throat and sighed.
“I love you, you big snarky snake,” Griselda sighed, planting a kiss along his neck.
“I love you too, you sinful angel,” he responded, his tongue swiping across her cheek.
A low breeze howled against the holes in the roof of the hut. The waves outside crashed steadily into the rocks along the beach front. Griselda hadn’t noticed these sounds until just now.
They were rather soothing.
I wonder if his home has soothing sounds like this.
She almost asked the question. That was, until, a rumbling snore rattled from Thrasik’s cracked maw.
A gentle smirk spread across her peachy lips. This was something she could get used to, so long as it meant she’d be able to be by his side no matter the outcome.