So... mayyyybe I've been doing this a little off. Seems a lot of people have pinned posts with all their links and stuff out there to make it easier to navigate.
A Little About Me:
I am a Sci-Fi Romance author by day, mad scientist by night (mwahahahaha!!!)
I write with the motto "Everyone Deserves a Happy Ending"
I am queer and neurodivergent, and I like including those types of things in my writing.
I like to put my characters in mortal peril.
I am learning to draw and paint in Procreate and hope to one day be able to do decent character art for my stories.
I like to do my own cover designs (though I've had to outsource some that I wasn't happy with my original designs for...).
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I have stuff available both for free and paid, depending on your fancy. I'm currently working on getting all my books available on all major retailers (as of 07FEB2025) with the goal of getting them all up wide/on pre-order by end of 2025. All of my books will eventually be available through Kobo Plus, libraries, and I think a few other subscription sites that Draft2Digital has access to (if you're looking for free but still supporting me).
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I also include free stuff on my subscription on the follower tier as well as my mailing list.
Social media-wise, I'm currently most active on Blue Sky.
Little something from my most recent chapter (currently available to eBook Lovers and up on Ream). This story has certainly been a slow burn so far (the entire series seems to mostly be that for whatever reason), and now I'm just milking the drama. :-p
I also came to realize this week that my FMC just might be autistic. Didn't intend to do that, but considering I myself am autistic, I'm honestly surprised it doesn't happen more often...
Lettie was slumped on the floor, every hard surface pressing into her like a punishment. The cleaned from the bottle she’d broken had spread across the floor, soaking into her pants.
And she had her phone in her hand. For some insane reason, she’d called Rekhem.
“Hello?” he said, his voice painfully hopeful.
God, what am I doing?
She shouldn’t have called him. Nothing had changed. Nothing had been resolved. Her life was just as fucked up as it had been before her little tantrum.
And now she was on a call with Rekhem… and she didn’t know what to say.
She dropped her head into her hand, resisting the urge to groan in misery. “How did things go so wrong?” She didn’t even realize she’d said it out loud at first.
At least, not until Rekhem answers. “Because I fucked up? Because I got too complacent? Because I procrastinated?” His voice had started to shake at this point. “Because I never told you any of it. I’m sorry. There’s no excuse. I just… want to fix things. I don’t know what it’s going to take. I don’t know how long it’s going to take, but I want that more than anything. Being with you is the first thing I’ve ever wanted for myself. It’s certainly the first time I’ve ever reached for something I wanted. And I’m sorry I hurt you by not being honest enough, by not doing things right.”
Then he chuckled, the sound humorless. “I never thought I would be the type of person to not do things right. I always thought that was a core of my personality, needing to do the right thing.” She could imagine him shaking his head in her mind. “I’ve got a lot of reckoning to do about that, I suppose. I’m sure yet what that journey is going to look like, but I hope you’ll wait for me?”
Lettie sighed. She’d never waited for anyone to change in her life. It felt so strange that she was in this situation yet again. It was different… yet the same. And she wanted to. Good Lord, how she wanted to wait for him, but in the end… “I can’t trust you, Rekhem,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “No matter what I might feel about you. No matter what I want, it all comes back to that.
“I can’t trust you.”
Full chapter available on Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lgcjnfvhyn/story/m8j0p4emno/chapter/mpr7xzc422113631
And by the way, even the free Follower tier will get access to it, you just have to wait a little longer. But seeing as how I have 32 chapters up, you've got plenty to keep you busy in the meantime.
The house's new owners have a problem. They've yet to be able to stay a full night, and they've hired Adriata to find out why and fix it.
Only thing is... the problem's a bit more than she can handle...
Or is it?
She froze, one hand reaching for the wall, as if to steady her, while the other reached out in front of her, ready to call on her power if she needed it. The house was eerily quiet around her, like it was holding its breath right along beside her.
Then a creak, the sound loud, louder than any noise she’d made while traversing the house.
Big.
Really big.
She gulped, wondering for a moment if she’d bitten off more than she could chew. She might be High Fae, giving her access to a great deal of powerful magics, but there were a lot of creatures and beings out there that could put a serious hurting on her. Indecision plagued her as she stood there, motionless.
Another sound, a scrape this time, like stone on stone.
What could it be?
Her breaths a little shaky, she finally took a step forward. Then another. And another.
She made it to the main stairs when something growled behind her, “Identify yourself.”
She screamed, spinning around to face the threat. She’d never heard him move. How the hell had he gotten behind her?
And then her gut sank when her light illuminated him, allowing her to see what he was.
A gargoyle.
One of the only species immune to Fae magic. Shit. “Um, Adriata.”
He said nothing, only crossing his massive arms over his chest. Then a whump sounded behind her, and she spun around spotting two more gargoyles standing behind her now, each slowly crossing their arms and pulling their wings tight against their backs.
Double shit.
What do I do?
“Um, I’m here on behalf of the owners of this place.”
The two behind her scowled, and she turned around uneasy, only to find the first once she’d encountered had an identical expression on his face.
“They sent me here to figure out what’s been disturbing the place, preventing them from staying the night. I assume that’s you?”
He nodded, but didn’t speak. Could he speak? Her mind refused to furnish her with that information in the moment.
“Why?” she asked hesitantly.
“Bad.”
She frowned. “What do you mean ‘bad’?”
The scowl deepened, creating a deep furrow between his brows that her light highlighted brilliants, making him seem even more dour than he had before. “Bad energy.”
She thought about that for a moment. That could mean a great deal of things. “So you don’t like them and you want them gone?”
He nodded.
Shit. She couldn’t force gargoyles to leave. Not only were they immune to her magic, they physically couldn’t leave unless they had a new stone structure to sleep at once the sun rose. They were tied to their home in a powerful way.
Then a sniffling behind her pulled her out of her thoughts. She spun around again, finding the two gargoyles so close they were nearly touching. They pulled back slightly, but only just. Their nostrils were flared, like they’d just been smelling her.
She turned back around, confused. “Is there anything I can do to mediate between you and them so you can come to an understanding and live peacefully together?”
He shook his head slowly, his body language somehow growing even tenser than before.
She threw up her hands. “Well, they own the place. I understand this is your home too, but there has to be a compromise.”
Something touched her hair, and she spun around again. One of them had their hand extended out toward her. “What are you doing?”
He smirked and shrugged. “Smell good.”
She rolled her eyes. Lots of beings found the Fae enchanting, especially High Fae. She was used to people taking liberties they shouldn’t, but usually it was in public, not in an empty house when she was surrounded by beings that outmatched her in strength and were unfazed by her magic. She literally had no way of protecting herself from them.
When she turned back around, trying to pretend the ones behind her didn’t exist, the first one gave her a pensive look. “What?” she asked.
He paused for a moment before speaking. “There’s only one reason we would leave.” He didn’t elaborate, nor did he even entertain the concept of getting along with the owners.
She sighed. “And what’s that?”
He stepped closer, his big body now crowding hers. “A mate.”
She gulped. “A… mate?” Her voice was shaky.
He nodded.
And then she could feel the other two crowding her from behind.
“We would need to know she was a good fit, though.”
“What do you mean?”
Before she could even finish speaking, she was overwhelmed. The one who’d been talking claimed her lips, devouring them. Hard and smooth and slightly cold.
At the same time, the two behind her crowded in, walling her off on all sides, touching her everywhere. She couldn’t process it all, couldn’t think for long enough to even protest. It felt good, but also alarming. Her stomach twisted and turned with butterflies while the assault on her senses continued.
Before she even realized it, cold air and hard flesh was pressing against her, and she realized she was naked. “Wha?” she breathed as lips pulled away from her mouth for a moment.
Then something massive pressed against her entrance, and she was shocked to realize she was wet. Her lips were taken once more, and that massive thing surged upward, filling her so full she shrieked out a surprised orgasm.
Hands and mouths tweaked at her every erogenous zone, keeping her nearly insensate, then after several deep thrusts, another huge length pressed for entrance.
You’ve been listening to your coworker grunt and moan and be fucking annoying all morning. He’s an infuriating dragon whose only goal in life is to make your working day a living hell. Or at least it seems like it. He’s always around, always complaining, and making everything a tad more difficult than it should, and it gets on your nerves like no other creature ever had.
And he also gets in your panties.
Because the thing is… He’s so fucking hot and makes you so wet with only a look that you are embarrassed about it 24/7. He’s an asshole, and it makes your pussy clench at every look when you should be grunting and being annoying back. But the sexual tension between the two of you is so insane it makes you want to choke most of the time. On his dick, preferably.
“What’s the matter with you?” You finally snap when he grunts at some book and throws it against the wall, startling you and making a couple of its pages fall off, floating in front of him like an ominous sign.
You look at him and you can almost hear the none of your fucking business in his eyes, but instead he looks at you, jaw twitching with tension before spitting: “Nothing. Nothing is the matter with me.”
“Yeah, right,” you scoff.
Your intent to focus back on your task is cut short, though. “Why are you so rude?” He snaps back, trying to mimic your tone but failing because of his way too deep voice.
You blink at him, shaking your head. You are not going to argue with him further. It never ends well. It always ends with you angry and snapping at him, and it’s just pointless. Even if it makes you feel all kinds of hot under the collar to fight with him. It feels like foreplay, but unluckily for you, it never ends in actual sex. More like angrily shutting doors and someone walking away. Mostly him.
“Okay,” you mumble before going back to organizing some of the new romance books.
There’s a couple that catch your eye, like the one with a dragon on the cover that looks kinda similar to your asshole coworker. But you aren’t going to analyze why that’s the one which you want to read. Pure curiosity. Nothing to do with wanting some kind of dragon action in your life, even if it’s fictional.
“I’m pent up, okay?” You turn around like a thread pulled at your neck harshly. You try to answer, but your brain is short-circuiting at his words still. “Dragons have this… This heat thing, and I can feel it inside of me. It’s making me want to climb a fucking mountain or fuck somebody so full they can’t walk after.” His words are so filthy you almost groan, muffling it with your hand in the last second. “Forget it. I know humans don’t have this… this thing.” He turns around, breathing hard. You don’t know what to say, still processing his words.
“I wouldn’t mind being stuffed till I can’t walk,” you whisper under your breath, turning back to the books.
“What did you just say?” He asks, voice tense, and you turn around. Did he… Did he just hear what you said Oh, fuck. Oh, damn. That’s so fucking embarrassing.
He stares at you for what feels like an eternity, and you don’t say anything, staring right back. But he’s stronger than you, and your blood is rushing through your veins, making you almost lightheaded. You are the one who gives up first, looking back at the shelves.
It only takes a second to hear him moving around the space. You turn in time to see him turning the “open” sign around and locking the door.
“What are you doing?” You ask, squirming on your spot, too jittery to move all of sudden. You didn’t think he would take you on your offer. Is he really going to… Fuck.
“You can back out in the next ten seconds, otherwise… I’m going to breed you so good you won’t be going back home tonight.” His words are perfectly enunciated and controlled, but the way his pants are tented are enough. “Last chance,” he says when he’s just one step away from you.
You try to say yes, but you can only manage a nod, your tongue feeling too big for your own mouth while he closes the remaining distance between the two of you.
His claws find your head, caressing the sides of your face before entangling them with your hair, pulling hard enough to make you moan while your head falls back. “Say it,” he orders and your legs shake.
Your voice is barely a whisper: “Yes.”
You are manhandled so fast you barely see the world moving before you are bent over a table, facing the huge windows and with a huge dragon pulling your pants and underwear down, exposing you to the cold air of the room.
“You are always so annoying. Tempting me. Moving your cute ass around as if it’s nothing. You don’t even think what that does to me, do you?” You aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or to himself. “Or maybe you do, and it’s all on purpose. You do it on purpose? You like to act like a whore in hopes that I snap and fuck you right here? Is that it?”
You try to answer, but before you can, there’s two fingers pushing inside of you unceremoniously. He starts scissoring them instantly. You are already so wet with all the arguing-foreplay, and with the way he’s moving you around and talking about you like you are nothing… Fuck. It’s too hot. You are dripping and his fingers are curling inside of you and you…
“Oh, goddess,” you moan, arching your back trying to get him deeper.
He complies, and keeps running his mouth like his life depends on it. “I’ve been wanting to fill you since the day you entered through that door.” His fingers go deeper, hitting your G-spot and making you see stars behind your closed eyelids.
His free hand lands on your ass, and you let out a squeal, much to his amusement. You look at him over your shoulder, ready to tell him off before he pulls his fingers free and you let out the most pathetic whimper. He laughs out loud, and it fills you with deep embarrassment, but that only fuels your arousal further.
“You want it?” He presses the tip of his cock against your opening and you nod fervently, resting your face against the hard wood of the table.
The first bit of it feels like he’s going to break you in two, but instead of pulling away, you push back. You crave the spark of pain, the stretch to the point of insanity while you cover your mouth trying to be quiet.
And your stupid dragon coworker keeps talking. “You know everybody who walks by could see you? They’ll see how fucking slutty you look. How desperate to get my eggs inside of you. Because that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? You want to be my dirty little whore, filled to the brim with dragon eggs and too blissed out to do anything. If someone looked through that window right now, you know what they’d see? A desperate whore begging to be bred.”
By the time he bottoms out, you can feel him everywhere. His dick is bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, even your biggest dildo. He’s hitting a point so deep inside you didn’t even know it was possible to hit, and it’s sending pleasure shocks to your whole body.
With each short thrust, your eyesight blacks out for a second, and every fiber of your being vibrates with pent-up arousal. You are so close to coming but you can’t get there. Not without…
He curls his hand around your hips and rubs his index finger against your clit. The scream that leaves your mouth would be enough to make a thousand birds take flight, but you can’t care enough, when he’s fucking you through the most intense orgasm of your life.
He doesn’t stop, he keeps fucking and rubbing until there’s tears in your eyes and your whole body is attuned to his. It’s rough and careless. He’s chasing his own pleasure and not caring about yours. You are like a toy to him, and you’ve never felt so desired. So hot for another creature. You’ve never felt like this. Never so desperate, never so close to being too much…
“Do you want my eggs? Do you want to be filled?” He whispers against your ear.
Even though you feel like you are closer to death than to being alive, you only have one response to him. “Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Please. Fill me. Breed me.”
He pumps into you a few more times before you feel it, your brain feels like scrambled eggs the second the first egg starts to go into you. It widens his dick almost to the point of pain, but it presses against all your special spots.
Your eyesight blacks out when it presses against your G-spot, making everything so intense you might disappear from existence if the pleasure gets any higher. The first touch against your cervix turns your brain into mush, and the second it slips inside you, you let out a cry that’s a mix between insane pleasure and a bit of pain. It’s fantastic, and it doesn’t stop there.
He keeps thrusting. He keeps pushing egg after egg inside of you until you are sure you are really about to burst. Your stomach feels rounded under you, and your pussy has never been so stretched.
That’s when your eyesight turns dark, and the world melts into nothingness, his hips still thrusting into you.
You swing in your desk chair as he undresses, scrolling through the comments on your last video. A scoff leaves him,
“Those pervs just want to see another angle.”
“Well, it is porn...” You mumble while setting up your phone on the desk so your bed is in frame. The springs squeak with his weight and you adjust the camera to crop out everything above his shoulders.
“Can't really complain about mice when we keep leaving wheels of cheese in the kitchen.”
“That’s a terrible analogy.”
He’s casually fisting his cock, bracing one arm on the bed. You grab your lube and motion for him to hold out his hand.
“Less talking, you're not even hard yet.”
You squirt a healthy amount of clear liquid in his palm, watching him spread it all over his hardening cock. He gives you an almost offended look.
“Give me a second. Are you even prepped?”
“I prepped before you came.”
“Of course.”
Instead of asking him what that means, you slipped your underwear off and watched his tip slowly turn a blushing red.
"At least let me check."
You scoff as if that's an inconvenience and swing a leg over his lap, resting your arms on his shoulders.
He edges two fingers inside you and gives a little hum of satisfaction when they ease in smoothly.
He looks down at the sheets next to him and braces his other hand on the bed, sounding a little strained when he mumbles,
"That's good."
You watch him avoid your eyes and shuffle a little on his lap.
"I can do it this time."
He nods, looking you in the eyes, relaxing his shoulders a little.
"Well, I cum either way so doesn't matter to me."
He shrugs playfully and you smack his shoulder making him huff a laugh.
He taps the mushroom head against your entrance like he always does for some reason and you lean against his chest.
"Why do you always do that?"
"It's polite to knock before coming in."
He mumbles before easing the tip past your entrance. You keep it there, circling your hips, feeling the friction of it against your walls before dipping just a little lower, your pussy sucking in a little more of him.
His hands move under your thighs, supporting your weight and making it a little easier for you to move. You can feel his breath against your shoulder as your moans grow louder.
You wish you could look at his face but it would just ruin your concentration so instead you imagine him looking over your shoulder at the full length mirror, watching your ass jiggle as you take him.
You ride him, leaning most of your weight on him, your fingers digging into his shoulders taking more and more.
"Half way."
His raspy voice vibrates against your shoulder and you reply with a groan. You already feel that heat curling too tight in your stomach and you're only half way down his cock. If you cum now, you'll just be too sensitive to go all the way and you'll have failed again.
In a bit of panic, you dip yourself down too far and too quickly, making your walls clench down on him at the painful intrusion. You hiss and clutch his shoulders, weaving one hand between you to rub your clit so your muscles loosen up but it only makes you more sensitive and you clamp down harder.
"Hey. Slow down."
You whimper into his shoulder, trying to push yourself down further but his hands take firm hold of your hips, keeping you from taking any more of him.
"Stop. You're going to-"
"I can do it!"
You grip at his hands trying to wrench them off of you but they don't budge.
"You're going to hurt yourself over a stupid bet?"
"It's not about the bet!"
You stop struggling and collapse against him, head on his shoulder as you accept defeat. Your thighs are sore and cunt is aching as he pulls out, leaving you completely empty.
You're embarrassed and you want to just get up and leave but he holds you on his lap, thumbs rubbing your hips gently.
"Then what is this about?"
With your head against his chest you can hear his heart beat, slow and deliberate. You shrug your shoulders.
"I don't know... I just want it to feel good."
You want to prove yourself to him, you want him to want you the same but when you open your mouth, nothing else comes out.
You want to tell him how much you want him, to prove yourself to him, but when you open your mouth the words don't come. He sighs again and leans back to look at you, eyes full of conflict flicking around your face. He looks like he wants to argue but instead he stands and sets you down on the bed.
He leans over you, shadowing you in his frame.
"You could've just said that."
He slinks a thick arm under your back, making you arch and adjusts his hips so he's nestled right against you.
He taps his cock against your clit, dragging his shaft down your slit and just slightly easing the tip past your entrance.
He watches your face as he eases in, looking for any signs of discomfort while you distract yourself from his gaze by watching where he disappears inside you. One of his hands massages your thigh as the other stays firmly against your lower back, doing wonders to relax your muscles.
"Don't think about how much is left or if it's enough. Think about me."
You meet his hazy, dark eyes. He inches in further and you let a moan leave you. You watch the way his eyelashes flutter, the way his hair falls around his face, his lips parted in huffed breaths, his dark cheeks, flushed with heat.
He starts a slow rhythm, it must be painfully slow for him but it makes you melt into his warm hands, relaxing into the friction. The room is filled with quiet moans and the shlick-shlick-shlick of your pussy taking him bit by bit.
“That's it." His voice is breathy and low, fanning your face, "Just think about how good it feels. How good it'll feel when you take everything. I'll fuck you so deep. My balls slapping against your ass, my cum filling you up right here.”
He places a hand against your stomach, smoothing over the naked skin. You tip your head back, fully letting go and trusting him to take care of you. Your hands massage his arms and shoulders as his pace increases and your stomach tightens again but you don't stop it this time. Instead, you buck up into him, babbling incoherently to him which he responds with bringing a hand between your bodies and brushing a thumb against your clit.
"Cum around me, baby, c'mon."
At any other point, you might've been embarrassed by how quickly your release comes but now you can feel nothing but euphoria. It's not intense or mind breaking, it's just a wave of sweet relief washing over you.
He doesn't stop and you don't want him to. Your orgasm only unwinds your muscles further, making is easier for his cock to reach deeper and deeper. He reaches deeper than he ever has before and the new sensations have your pussy fluttering around him. There's no tension left to stop him and your eyes flutter shut, feeling his tip kiss your cervix.
You barely register that he's bottomed out until he mumbles a strained, “There we go.” and nestles his hips against yours, like he's making sure he's as deep as he can go.
“Hey, look. Look at us.”
He brushes some hair from your face and you open yours eyes to look down at where you’re joined. Your pussy lips press against his base, kissing his pelvis, exactly as it should be. The sight makes you groan, your pubic hair brushes against his giving some lovely friction.
You look into his eyes and he looks back. He must look just as fucked out as you do, lips parted for sharp breaths, eyes lidded and dazed. You feel so content and so whole with him above you like this that you finally have the courage to do what you've been too scared to do. You brush a hand through his dark hair and bring him down into a kiss.
Your lips fit together perfectly, his fat tongue envelops yours and you suckle on the soft muscle for more. Your hips slowly start circling and just that little movement reminds you of exactly how deep he is.
You both moan into the kiss, spit slicking your lips.
"Are you gonna move or do I have to get on top again?"
He snorts, adjusting his elbow on the bed beside your head,
"Oh, now you wanna get cocky?"
His moves his hips in short, deliberate thrusts. The drag of his cock against newly reached walls, soft and sensitive, has you moaning without inhibition.
He lays his forehead against yours, your sounds mixing together as he gains momentum, complemented by the squelch of your soaked pussy and the plap-plap-plap of skin slapping against skin.
His heavy balls press into your ass every time he bottoms out. You open your legs wider, holding your knees against your chest.
He's babbling nonsense as he fucks you with abandon, you only make out, "So fucking tight" and "Gonna fill you up s'good."
You clutch his shoulders tight, clenching around him with a fiery need.
"Give it to me"
His moan vibrates in your ears, and his lifts you up to bounce you on his cock, the new position hitting all the right places to wrench another orgasm from you just as he releases.
He holds you tightly against his chest, grinding into you, making sure you get every drop he has. He kisses your cheek, down your neck and the ticklish feeling makes you clean h down on him, making you both moan.
He gives you a few more thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, as deep as he can get and you feel him seep down your ass onto the bed.
He then collapses on the mattress, you still in his arms as he lies back, catching his breath. He softens inside you and you slowly pull out, leaning on his chest, watching his cum leak out of you in a satisfying trickle.
He feels his chest move with a breathy laugh and you meet his gaze.
"Did we really come up with some stupid bet just so we'd have a poor excuse to fuck each other?"
You laugh and lean up so you're face to face.
"You're just saying that cause you lost."
You catch his lips with yours before he can reply and his desire to argue is no match for his desire to kiss you stupid. His arms slink around you, keeping you close.
"We're keeping that recording for ourselves."
He chuckles against your lips, tongue slipping against yours.
You: [Link] If you won't fuck me properly then I'll have to do it myself.
🥒: You want to order a custom dildo shaped like my dick?
You: Exact measurements. Length and girth pls. The site says you should be fully erect when measuring too so...
🥒: Why do I entertain you?
A week later you got a knock on your door and very casually and calmly yanked the package from the front door and scrambled back inside the safety of your home.
When you finally opened it, you couldn't stop staring at your new toy, the exact measurements of your dear friend with almost the exact shade of green as well (just for realism's sake obviously).
You: I got it half way!! 🥳🙌
It was a few hours later, after a good shower and some rest, that you sent your bestie a self congratulatory text.
🥒: No you didn’t.
You: Yes I did wtf???
🥒: If ur going to lie at least be realistic💀💀
You huff, looking over at the box your toy came in and the half empty bottle of lube on your bedside table. You can still feel the stretch you put your pussy through but maybe you could go just one more time. Just to shove it in his face.
You take your phone and prop it against the mirror, starting a recording. It’s really not that crazy to send him a video, right? It’s nothing he didn’t already see when he fingered the life out of you, except now you’re just in your comfy bra, naked for him and kneeling in front of your bed. You bite your lip, chewing on hesitation and decide to frame the video so your face isn’t in frame, just the rest of your body and the dildo in between your thighs.
You start the video and fumble a little with the lube, pouring a generous amount onto the cock head.
You brace yourself on one hand as the other moves the cock right to your entrance. Just the weight of it in your hand and the feeling of the mushroom head rubbing against your slit has you moaning, just imagining how hard he must’ve been when he took those measurements.
You poke the tip just past your entrance, testing the give and you let out a sound of surprised when it pops in relatively easy. You fuck yourself with the mushroom head, feeling it pop in and out of your pussy.
It feels good but it’s not what you’re supposed to be doing so you steady yourself, relaxing as much as you can, resting your back against the bed and spreading your legs before slowly thrusting the silicone cock as far as you can.
You think you get pretty far when your hand starts shaking and your pussy feels overloaded but a glance in the mirror and you can tell it’s not nearly half way.
You swallow and gently rub at your clit, coaxing your pussy to loosen up just a little.
God, you wonder what he'll think when he sees his best friend fucking herself with a replica of his own cock. Will he jerk off to this?
It feels like it gets a little deeper with every pump, and your fingers stutter a little as they circle your clit. Your hips jerk up, meeting your thrusts and just as you reach your peak, you thrust the cock in as far as you can get it with both hands
Just the thought has you soaking your towel and you pick up the dildo again. You pump it just a little deeper and feel your walls stretch with the unfamiliar depth.
That’s when you start fully fucking yourself with it, letting out a little, “Ah, ah, ah.” with every thrust.
You cum around the warm silicon, walls clenching around it as you wished it was something else entirely. You pull it out completely, giving your camera a perfect view of your pussy clenching around nothing as your orgasm washes over you.
You get a little embarrassed by how exhausted you look and crawl over to stop the recording.
Maybe if you weren’t so fucked out you would’ve actually watched the video back to hear how you unknowingly moaned his name as you came or so you could see that you were actually just shy of the half way point you were so proud of.
🥒: Yeah that's definitely not half. If it makes you feel better you definitely sound like the girls from the pornos.
He replied right after watching the video.
You: It doesn't!😀
You: The silicon is too hard! It doesn’t go in smoothly like a real cock would. If it was real I bet I could go more than half.
🥒: That’s not at all how that works.
You: How would you know? Are you an expert in dildo physics? Cockology?
You: I have a new plan. Are you free this weekend?
He was complaining about Orc x human porn being unrealistic because no human could just take an orc as easily as it seems in porn. You disagreed, adamant that it couldn't be that hard and you could do it if you really wanted to.
Now you find yourself pants-less, on his lap as he barely fits two fingers in your soaked cunt.
Your breaths come in ragged moans, barely louder than the lewd squelch of his middle and ring finger pumping you slowly, deliberately.
You felt so full but you weren't nearly ready to give up and you craved so much more, you wanted what those actresses In the pornos got.
"I'm ready. I can take it."
"Are you joking? You can barely handle two fingers."
You almost cry actual tears. He’s not even trying to tease you, he’s just being completely straight forward and that's even worse. He pumps his fingers slowly like he's actually trying to evaluate how well you could take him, carefully considering if the give and stretch of your walls is enough for his cock.
You tip your head back onto his chest and groan when the pads of his fingers brush that fleshy spot inside you.
"You're going slow on purpose. You're trying to tire me out."
He smacks his teeth, zeroing in on that exact spot that made you clench just right.
"I have to go slow or it'll hurt."
He curls his fingers and you scream into his shirt. You lose it and reach for his pants, almost getting his zipper down before being wrestled onto your back.
One hand holds your hands to your chest while you barely struggle and the other pumps knuckle deep inside you at a now punishing pace. Just when you feel you're at your limit, he slides a third thick finger inside, forcing you to clench down harder around the delicious stretch.
"Stoo much, istoo much, It's too much!"
You voice just gets louder and louder as you reach you climax when his thumb just barely brushes against your neglected clit. You clench and writhe under his weight, heaving with exhaustion while he's barely broken a sweat.
He slows his thrusts to a stop, letting you ride it out on his fingers before slipping them out and giving them a long lick. He meets your half-lid eyes, watching your parted lips puff out air, your chest rising and falling.
He then slips his three slicked fingers past your lips, as far as they can go until you start gagging. He huffs in clear amusement when you can't even take his fingers down your throat all the way.
Your naga suitor is tremendously cunning and manipulative. A masterful planner, especially when it comes to putting you in lewd situations. Except that sometimes, the stars simply don't align. In this particular case, he pushed his luck too far.
At least the other yokai got a free show out of it.
This was going to be an interesting fourteen ernos...
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She laughed. “How did we get on this topic?”
“You were talking about humans.”
“Right. I guess I didn’t stop to think that we might be so different. Are we even…compatible?” She looked down, staring at where the table obscured her view of his lap, and he knew what she must be thinking.
He chose to focus on her spoken question rather than the more explicit one her gaze asked. “I presume so. Otherwise, why would they match us?”
Her tongue ran across her lip, and his cock suddenly jumped in his pants.
That’s unexpected.
Up until that point, he hadn’t really thought of her in a sexual way, but maybe this conversation was changing all that. They were talking about things related to sex, after all. It wasn’t surprising that his body might react in that way.
And Jules wasn’t exactly unattractive. She was strong yet soft, had vivid green eyes he could get lost in, and short, wavy brown hair that he was now tempted to run his fingers through.
Could they make this work, though? He’d messed up pretty badly so far, but they were matched. She might be one of his Fates. As he sat there, the silence beginning to stretch between them once more, an urgency started to come upon him at the thought of missing this opportunity.
“Jules?” he asked, determined not to let this match fall apart.
She blinked several times, then finally dragged her gaze away and up to his face. “Yes?”
“Are you really willing to give us a chance?”
She looked surprised. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
“I suppose.” He took a deep breath. “And the answer is yes.”
“Yes?”
“Oh yes.”
She smiled. “Then so’s mine.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, then grabbed her utensil and pointed at his plate. “Now eat up. If things go anywhere near as well as I was hoping on the trip, you’re gonna need your strength.”
His cock kicked again, and he resisted the urge to reach under the table. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy,” she said with a smirk before digging into the remainder of her food.
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Villain's assistant has been trying to get her boss's attention... the lusty kind. Lucky for her, when he researched how to reprimand humans, he stumbled on a whole hell of a lot of human porn...
Today was the last straw. He could barely contain his rage at her. She knew, knew, that they needed to keep a low profile and yet she’d done it anyway. She’d put them at risk.
The only saving grace was that he doubted it would cause them problems. As an isolated incident, it should be fine. So long as they didn’t have any other run-ins with the locals.
Still, he couldn’t let it stand as is. He needed to teach her a lesson. He needed to get through to her.
The videos he’d watched filtered back into his mind as he waited for her to return to their hideout, his tail flicking agitatedly behind him. He sat in the dark, letting his ire build as time ticked by and Amanda didn’t show.
He needed to come up with a plan. What would get through to her? Which of those videos would help her to be the assistant he needed again? They’d been plentiful and shown a great deal of tactics.
When the lock finally clicked and she walked through the door, he was no closer to a solid strategy, and he figured he would just have to pay attention to her cues, figure out what fostered her compliance.
“Strip,” he said as she pushed the door closed behind her.
She tensed, turning to watch him in the dark, the frown on her face either meaning she was confused by his command or couldn’t see his bulk in the dark. He knew humans had poorer eyesight, so it could be either or both.
“Boss?” she asked, not following his command.
“Strip,” he said again, keeping his voice stern.
She stood motionless for another long moment, taking him in as a light shiver ran across her, but then she moved to pull her shirt slowly over her head, her body sinuous as she discarded each subsequent garment. She never sped up her movements, maybe trying to delay the inevitable punishment.
When she was standing before him, naked now, he spoke again. “You disobeyed me.”
She didn’t respond.
He stood, closing the distance between them. “I gave you one command. Keep quiet. Keep a low profile. I know you’re not stupid. I know you understood. So why did you do it? Why did you put us at risk like that?”
She kept quiet, staring at him with a blank intensity that drove him a little nuts. “Turn around,” he said in an angry bark.
Surprisingly, she complied, and he caught the sight of a scar on her upper arm from a stray bullet a few jobs back. She’d healed fully from it, but there was still a line across her skin there, a reminder of his failures. His chest tightened with emotion.
“Place you hands on the door at shoulder height.”
She did, suddenly strangely compliant. She was never this compliant, always having a snarky comment or voicing an opinion. He actually liked that about her. He didn’t need someone to blindly follow his orders. This was often a lonely gig and having an assistant that did whatever he said without comment often made it feel like he was alone even when he wasn’t.
His gut churned uneasily as he stood there behind her, suddenly wanting to rile her up, to force her to go back to normal, even if it risked them being found out by law enforcement. He would take it if it meant she wasn’t so meek in front of him.
But he couldn’t do that. Not right now. If he gave in, maybe next time it wouldn’t just be a graze to her arm. He shuddered at the idea and unzipped his pants, pulling out his phallus. He wasn’t at all sure if this was going to work like the videos had shown, but if nothing else, he was pretty sure he could use his tail.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said, mimicking some of the videos he’d watched as he stroked his phallus, imitating the movements he’d seen as well. It was surprisingly… pleasant.
She shivered, but didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
He stepped up closer to her until he could speak just behind her ear. “You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”
She nodded, the movement jerky and yet another shiver racked through her.
He licked his lips, suddenly nervous as he looked down at her backside. They were fortunately a similar height, so his hips were in line with hers, but he really didn’t know what he was doing, and he hated trying something new in front of someone else. It always made him feel awkward, incompetent.
But he had to do this.
For her.
For us.
He gulped down a breath, then grabbed her hip with one hand. With his other hand on his phallus, guiding it blindly, he thrust, hoping he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.
He didn’t. Suddenly, intense pressure was swallowing him up and his hips slammed into her backside.
“Fuck,” she said, her voice a bit shaky.
He didn’t quite understand the word in her tongue, but he could relate to the tone. He could also relate to the men in those videos, because the feeling right now was so intense, it felt like torture. His heart was hammering in his chest and a fine layer of sweat was forming on his skin.
“Please,” she begged, her head falling to the door and unintentionally canting her hips farther toward him.
He bent over her, his mouth close to her ear once more. “You have to understand that actions have consequences, Amanda. I can’t have you going off out there half-cocked. It could get you killed. It could get us both killed.” He pulled back his hips again, and something almost like pain sang through his veins. He slammed forward, his movement hard, punishing.
“Fuck, Cruux.” She was panting hard now, her cheek pressed against the cold metal door.
He quickly explained why he’d followed her, that he wanted to make sure she was safe, that he wanted to help her. When she told him where she was from, he recognized it, offered to help her get there.
She never even thought for a second about refusing him.
Over the subsequent days, they got to know each other. She learned he was an accomplished woodsman, a provider for his clan. She learned why his clan had attacked, and she couldn’t help being relieved to hear it was for such a worthy cause.
He was kind and sometimes funny, though she suspected he didn’t mean to be. Before long, she found herself fantasizing about him, wondering what his touch would be like. What would his skin feel like? What would he look like under all his clothes? She smiled to herself, seeing these questions as an adult version of her childhood curiosities about his kind.
I haven’t really changed at all, now have I?
He’d brought an extra bedroll for her, and increasingly she was coming to wish he hadn’t. She wanted to feel his warmth next to her, wanted to feel his skin pressed close to hers. She was actually starting to scheme, trying to come up with excuses to get closer to him.
Maybe she could entice him by having him “accidentally” see her bathing in the stream? Or maybe she could “accidentally” roll over in her sleep and end up lying across him?
But she’d never been very good at subterfuge, so one day while they were eating across the fire, she just blurted out, “I want you.”
She half expected him to spew his beverage through his nose as he startled and choked in shock. “What?!” he finally wheezed out, his voice hoarse from the abuse.
She chewed her lip, losing some of her bravado. “I… want you?”
He stared at her, his mouth slightly agape, like he couldn’t believe she’d said that, and she started to feel offended. What was wrong with her that he looked so scandalized by her statement? It wasn’t like she’d said it in front of a crowd or in front of family. It was just them, alone and private.
Maybe he doesn’t like human women?
Maybe he doesn’t like women at all?
A building shame hit her as she realized what she’d done. Here they were, alone, relying on each other with no opportunity for escape, and she’d just thrown all this at him. If he didn’t want her, wasn’t interested, she’d just made the rest of the journey extremely awkward. She hadn’t even asked what his preferences were. Why hadn’t she asked that first?
So stupid!
“You… want me?” he asked, pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts. He didn’t seem quite as shocked at this point, more surprised, his entire posture softened somehow.
She nodded.
He laughed softly, dropping and shaking his head.
She frowned, wondering what he was laughing at. Was he laughing at her? At himself? The situation?
Then he moved. She stilled, watching him intently as he crossed to her side of the fire. He kneeled down in front of her, reaching out with one hand to cup her cheek. She couldn’t breathe.
“Are you sure?” he asked, searching her eyes for answers.
She nodded again, a little shellshocked at the turn things had just taken.
“Okay,” he said, then leaned down and kissed her.
It was soft at first, gentle, like he thought she was made of glass.
Or special.
She smiled against his lips, reaching up to weave her fingers into his hair and pull him closer. She reveled in the feel of his leather-clad chest as it pressed against her.
He moaned, and the kiss deepened. She couldn’t help pressing closer, straddling him, grinding against him. He pulled back for air, then laughed, the sound so clearly full of mirth that she couldn’t help laughing with him.
Then he kissed her again, this time more intense, more powerful, invading. She felt him wrap her in his arms, his hands lifting, and then she was settled on her back, on his bedroll.
She looked up at him, the firelight casting stark shadows across his handsome visage. He was nothing like a human, but somehow he was more, and she couldn’t imagine bringing any other man to her bed. She had no idea where this was going, where it could go, but she didn’t care. She was here, in this moment, and the future would take care of itself.
Fearne pulled back from the kiss, teasing his ear with her teeth. “Too much clothes,” she whispered there before pulling at the lobe gently.
He groaned, but he got the message, lifting up off of her and yanking at his clothes. She helped by working her own clothes off, though she always paused for a moment when she needed to pull something up over her head, not wanting to lose sight of him. He was magnificent, all hard-won muscle and equally hard-won scars.
Then they fell together again, now naked, and the feeling was exquisite. She wanted to just lay there for a moment, just enjoying the feel of skin on skin. It made her want to squirm, to feel all of him rubbing against all of her, but he had other things in mind. He continued his kiss, but soon was lifting his chest and hips away from her. She moaned at the loss, the cool night air unpleasant, but then his fingers were slipping between her legs, and she gasped. He was quick about it, skilled, and she wondered if he’d ever pleasured a human before, if orc women were the same?
In no time at all, she was rising toward a peak she had never experienced before. Sure, she’d played around with some guys around the village, but it had never been like this. If anything, it had always been disappointing, with the men knowing just enough to get her worked up, but never enough to get here here.
She gasped, falling off a cliff she didn’t even know existed.
He groaned, then he was pressed against her again, this time with a solid, thick weight pressing between her legs. For a moment, she wondered if he would even fit. It felt huge, and then he was slowly pushing his hips forward. She was so distracted, she didn’t even notice that he’d ended their kiss, that he was now hovering over her, watching her face intently. Her mouth gaped open as she felt him making a place for himself inside her, that never-ending thrust as inescapable as the floods every spring.
It's always so hard to decide where to start and stop with these snippets. I didn't mean for it to be so long, but there it is. Hope you like it.
Then her savior revealed himself, and he was definitely a him. He was tall, broad shouldered, and muscular as all get out. He was impressive, but more so in the way he moved than the way he looked. His movements were like water, quick and graceful, taking the path of least resistance. Before she could properly process his appearance, he was circling the cat, weapon in hand. It was the death of a thousand cuts, the cat growing slower, weaker, with each jab he made.
Eventually, it was on the ground, breathing heavily but otherwise unmoving. He approached the cat from the direction of its back, close to its head, then dropped his weapon to the rocks and pulled out another one. It was small, but she couldn’t see more than that because his back was to her. He kneeled down next to it then leaned forward, and with a jerk of his arm, the cat stopped breathing.
It was dead.
He knelt there for several long beats, and time seemed to drag.
What’s he doing?
He didn’t seem to be checking that it was dead or preparing to take it away for its meat and fur. He just stayed kneeling at its back, one hand pressed to its shoulder, his head slightly bowed.
On the plus side, it gave her plenty of time to ogle. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, giving her an uninterrupted view of his muscular back. That back tapered down to an equally nice backside that was currently covered by pants stretched tight by his position.
Then he stood, turned, and for a brief moment, she could appreciate his front. She had an impression of lots of muscles, then he was in movement, and like before, he was fast. She was suddenly grabbed and slammed against a tree trunk. She gasped, then a rumbly, booming voice filled the silence.
Nickie had no idea what he was saying, but he was clearly upset based on the irate tone and the way he was shaking her slightly after every few words. She looked up into his face, and while he was distinctly alien, she thought she could read his facial expression. There was anger, frustration, concern, and wasn’t that a kicker for a woman who was always in charge? She was always the one concerned about others. No one ever worried about her.
“Shhh,” she said as she raised a hand to his handsome face, her fingers brushing over his sharp cheekbones.
That seemed to stop him in his tracks. He seemed confused, curious just like her, but then anger returned. He shook her gently a couple more times.
Damn, he’s kind of hot when he’s angry.
It was the way his eyes lit up. She hadn’t noticed it before because of the frustration and concern that had also been there. Now, though, there was just fire, passion, and because she was a stupid bitch at her core, she grabbed him by the shoulders, leaned in, and kissed him.
He froze, doing absolutely nothing as her lips touched his. She played with them, teased them, hoping to get a reaction from him. She wasn’t opposed to a dalliance on an alien world, and a hot, protective alien sounded just about perfect at the moment.
Then everything changed.
He suddenly responded to her kiss, his hands dropping from her shoulders and grabbing her ass. She was in the air, her body notched against his and pressed hard into the tree behind her. He devoured her with his kiss, all that anger transmuted into something a whole hell of a lot more enjoyable. She moaned as he deepened the kiss, thrilling in the ways he was touching her.
At first, it was all over her clothes, gripping her ass, teasing her thighs, pressing into her front. Then when she wrapped her legs around his waist, negating the need for him to hold her up, he started to explore. His hands dipped under her shirt, sending shivers through her. He teased at her waist, her flanks, her back, but took forever to migrate north.
By the time she could feel his fingertips brushing against the bottom of her bra, she was grinding against the hardness he’d sported. She whined, wanting to be skin to skin, but not wanting anything they were currently doing to stop.
Then he pulled her legs from him, letting her feet drop back to the ground.
“No!” she whined, but he wasn’t ending things.
He grabbed her shirt, yanking it above her head. Then, getting with the picture, she starting shucking her boots and pants with a beaming smile on her face, her gaze never wavering as he revealed himself to her. He was big, and a little weird looking, but nothing she couldn’t work with.
The moment she’d stripped the last of her clothes off, she reached out, gripping that thick length experimentally. It was as rugged and bumpy as he was, and she smiled up at him as she played with it.
But he wasn’t going to let her play for long. He pushed her back against the tree with a massive hand on her upper chest, then lifted her again by her ass. She automatically wrapped her legs back around him, and he restarted the kiss, driving her senseless as he maneuvered beneath their waists. She wiggled and tried to help, but he was far ahead of her, and he notched against her entrance.
Nickie held her breath, pulling back from the kiss, anticipation flooding her.
He was surprisingly slow as he filled her, as if he was savoring the moment. The look in his eyes as he stared down at her seemed to confirm that. She moaned, finally breaking eye contact, as his relentless push forward had heat washing through her. There was a brief moment as he brushed her g spot, something she’d never felt before without a toy.
She blinked, surprised by his answer, but a moment later, her brain supplied information. She paled. “Are you going to beat me?” she whispered.
He seemed to recoil in outrage, shaking his head vehemently. “Of course not.”
“But… Krampus…” And it was the night for it, wasn’t it? She wasn’t super familiar with the legend, but she was pretty sure this was the correct night, right?
He growled, and for some strange reason, the growl didn’t scare her, it aroused her. Then he dropped his head forward, accentuating his horns, and sighed before reaching out his hand. “Allow me to make you feel good?”
She found herself nodding without even realizing it. When she did, he beamed at her, his smile truly something to behold. He wasn’t pretty. He was clearly a monster, after all. But there was something about that smile that was disarming, charming even. Maybe because his countenance was so unnerving, so scary, it made that smile all the more captivating.
She stood slowly, closing the distance between them as he just sat there… waiting. Anticipation fluttered in her stomach as she closed the distance, and she couldn’t help wondering if this was the best or stupidest thing she’d ever done. Didn’t matter. She was going to find out.
Carrie put a knee on the bed, watching Krampus closely as he shifted, leaned back, giving her space. “How do you want me?”
He smirked. “I think the better question is how do you want me?”
She gulped, then nodded, getting fully onto the bed. As she looked up at him, she felt tiny, exposed, but that thrill didn’t go away, instead it amplified.
What do I want him to do?
She’d never slept with someone on a first date, so the feelings rushing through her seemed weird and inappropriate.
Surely, he didn’t mean that.
And yet, as she kneeled there, staring up at him, she watched him lick his lips, as if he was anticipating this as well. And that tongue? It had her thinking some very naughty thoughts. She didn’t know how long it was, but the part she’d seen slip out of his mouth had been long, pointed, and agile, and now she knew exactly what she wanted.
Moving slowly and never taking her eyes off him, she lay down on the bed next to him, her heart hammering away in her chest. When he made no move toward her, she spread her legs in invitation. Still, he did nothing. “Krampus?” she asked uncertainly, wondering what he was waiting for.
“Yes?”
“Um.” She looked down her body at the clear invitation, her words not wanting to leave her throat.
Then he moved, his movements almost predatory. “What is it you want, my Carrie? What would make you feel better?”
She gulped, suddenly feeling both turned on and utterly stupid. Of course, he wouldn’t have known what she wanted. He might have had some ideas, but he probably wasn’t a mind reader. “Eat me out,” she said in a rush, barely audible in the quiet room.
His grin grew and he nodded, his body suddenly shifting on the bed until she felt his fur brushing her inner thighs. She never stopped staring for even a moment. Then he leaned in, and she held her breath, the anticipation killing her. She felt his hot breath against her skin a moment before that tongue flicked out, and she gasped. She registered its length at the same time its tip collided with her clit, the light, teasing touch lashing through her.
But that touch was only the appetizer, because he quickly got to work, that flexible, impossible length somehow managing to keep contact with her clit while slithering toward her entrance, and before she’d had time to process the pleasure blooming through her, it was sinking deep. Carrie moaned as it twisted inside her, finding her G-spot so fast she felt like she had whiplash. She jerked, squeezing his massive furry shoulders between her thighs as that tongue ruined her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and time no longer had any meaning.
Faster than she’d ever experienced in her life, the first of what would be many orgasms ripped through her, making her scream.
The first touch was a surprise. It was coarse and spongy, providing seemingly no resistance to a deeper exploration.
“Here,” Sadie said, pulling back.
Shit, I did something wrong.
But a moment later, Sadie was jumping up on the countertop behind them and spreading their legs, giving him a better view. He could see now that there was pink flesh hidden within those filament curls, and he couldn’t resist touching.
It was slightly damp and softer than silk, softer even than their breast had been, even the tip. He couldn’t help kneeling before them and reaching out with both hands this time, opening them up to see better. He could clearly see their opening, surrounded by all this pink flesh. It was puckered and small, and he wondered just how small a human’s aedus had to be to fit inside such a tiny hole.
As he shifted his grip to touch the hole gently, Sadie sucked in a breath, and he froze, looking up. “Sadie?”
“It’s fine,” they said, but he could tell by the twitching in their legs that they probably weren’t telling the truth. “You just… hit my clit. Clitoris. It’s sensitive.”
“Where?” he asked. His fingers were pretty much all over the area.
“Here,” Sadie said, reaching down with a finger to tap over a spot where his finger had slipped when readjusting.
“It’s sensitive?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Pleasurable?”
Their head jerked in a nod.
“Sorry.”
They chuckled. “Don’t be. Though maybe don’t keep touching it unless you follow through.”
“Follow through?”
They nodded again. “It’s not nice to tease people.”
And suddenly, he knew exactly what Sadie meant, and heat rushed through him, settling between his legs, making a persistent ache settle in his aedus. He chuckled. This entire situation was a tease, if he was being honest. He would probably be jerking himself off to this very view for a long time to come.
But that wasn’t what this was about. He had to remind himself, where before it would have been obvious. Unfortunately, the line between knowledge-seeking and pleasure-seeking was seeming awfully blurry to him at this moment.
“How small is a human’s aedus?” he forced past his lips as he resisted the urge to touch himself.
Sadie shrugged. “About five inches long and one and a half inches in diameter.”
He frowned, suspecting the units were human. They didn’t mean anything to him.
Sadie must have seen the expression on his face, because a moment later, they started estimating the size with their hands.
His eyes rounded in shock. “That fits in there,” he said, pointing at their hole.
They laughed. “It stretches, you know.”
No, he didn’t know, and now his curiosity knew no bounds. “How much can it stretch?”
Sadie shrugged. “Well, it can stretch enough to give birth, so quite a lot with enough prep.”
His eyes rounded even more, and he couldn’t help looking down at himself, at his own aedus, which suddenly didn’t seem so impossible in comparison to their hole. “Can I?”
“What?”
“Can I stretch you?”
“Sure.”
He pushed his fingertip against their entrance, marveling as it swallowed the digit. It was tight, shockingly tight, but his finger moved inside them easily enough. The inside was amazingly warm and even more damp. He couldn’t resist sticking a second finger inside, watching their body devour that too. He pumped them in and out, and he watched as Sadie moved with him, their legs trembling slightly.
Neexo looked up, not sure what he was seeing on their face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” they said, their voice sounding a little breathier than before.
“How much can you stretch comfortably? I don’t want to hurt you.”
They chuckled. “You’re being slow, careful, so I don’t think that’s a concern.”
He frowned. “I’m assuming there’s a limit. You said you can stretch enough to give birth. How much is that? Is that comfortable?”
Sadie paused. “Well, no, that’s not comfortable. Giving birth is painful.”
He tensed, a little alarmed that humans were designed so poorly.
“But a baby’s head is this big,” they said, showing a shocking size between their thumbs and middle fingers. “And people don’t tend to come close to that when it comes to sex. Even fisting doesn’t come close.”
“Fisting? What’s fisting?”
Sadie looked down at him like he was stupid. “It’s when someone slowly but surely works their hand inside.”
His mandible dropped in shock again. “Humans do that?!”
They shrugged. “Some do.”
He looked down at where only two of his fingers were pushed inside. “And that’s enjoyable? It doesn’t hurt?”
“It is for some people. I’ve never tried it myself.”
Suddenly, that was all he wanted to try. He imagined that hole swallowing him up to his wrist. How far would he be able to push his arm into her? “Can I?” he choked out.
Anne didn’t even remember saying yes. The next thing she knew, his snout was nudging her deeper into the lair, where increasingly more light illuminated her surroundings, and eventually she could fully see him. He was massive, but also an iridescent purple that took her breath away. He also wasn’t as scary as she would have initially thought. She’d always imagined dragons with lots of horns, massive teeth, spikes down their spine, and maybe even more spikes on their tail.
Yet this one was sleek, smooth, graceful.
And the lair? It was cozy. There was light beaming in from above. In one corner, there were countless animal skins and furs piled up in the form of a massive bed. Another spot had a pool of water with steam wafting off it. There were no bones or carcasses, and it smelled fresh, clean. It was fairly bare, but not unsurprising for a creature of his size. He wouldn’t want to bump into anything, after all.
“Strip and lay among the furs,” he said, his voice gentler than before.
Still, it startled her, and she found herself reflexively clutching her clothes, as if afraid he’d rip them off of her. Somehow, she knew he wouldn’t. In this light, his eyes seemed almost caring, even if they didn’t know each other yet.
We’re about to.
She snorted, covering the sound and the uncontrollable smile with her hand, then she thought of that command, and her stomach dipped, though she couldn’t quite work out what she was feeling. Was it nerves? A little fear? Excitement? It couldn’t be excitement, could it? She’d had her fair share of rendezvous with the boys, but she’d always been more excited by the illicitness of sneaking away than anything they’d actually done to her. In fact, it’d always been a bit of a letdown afterwards, just a bunch of fumbling that left her wishing for more.
She supposed if it was the illicitness that got her excited, nothing was more illicit than getting down with a dragon. In fact, she could already feel her body and face heating up at the thought. She had no idea how it could possibly work, couldn’t picture a damned thing in her mind, but that didn’t stop her body from revving up all the same.
So in the end, it was surprisingly easy to turn her back on the dragon and step onto the makeshift bed. Releasing the clasp on her cloak and pulling the lacing on her dress was equally easy. Her hands didn’t even shake as the bow pulled free, allowing her to loosen the garment and push it off her shoulders. It dropped in a circle around her feet. Then with a surprising degree of boldness, she whipped her undergarment up over her head, throwing it off to the side.
Anne was breathing heavily by the time she was finished, only her boots and hair covering any part of her skin. She glanced over her shoulder, resisting the urge to cover herself.
“Go on,” he said, motioning her to lay down with his snout.
She didn’t immediately comply, the moment of uncertainty making her realize she didn’t even know his name. Did dragons even have names? For that matter, he didn’t know hers either. They were about to do something very intimate. She was about to help him have a child, and yet they hadn’t even so much as exchanged names.
That just wouldn’t do. “What’s your name?”
He paused, tilting his head. “Norvos. And yours?”
“Anne.”
“Lovely.” She almost thought his lips stretched into a draconic smile. “Now will you lay for me, Anne?”
She nodded, then turned back around, stepping out of her dress and finding a comfy-looking spot to lie down. She was keenly aware of the picture she probably posed. Getting down on her knees, her backside sticking up into the air like an offering. Fortunately, she very much doubted that a dragon would find that sexually appealing.
When she finally turned, laying down on her back, he became a shadow above her, blocking out the light. She had very little idea what he intended to do… until his nose suddenly nudged her knees apart and his massive tongue licked between her legs, causing her to shudder with pleasure as he hit just the right spot. The moment was too brief, too nonspecific, but it was still worlds away from anything she’d ever experienced before. Definitely better than those bumbling boys.
Another lick, and he slowed to a crawl as her legs started trembling, possibly using them as an indicator of when he was doing something right.
Another lick, and she started whimpering. She could feel something building, more than she’d ever pulled off even with her own fingers.
Another, and she was actively grinding against his tongue, his face. He puffed an amused noise against her that felt surprisingly good.
After that, she was too much in the moment to notice each individual lick, and he was picking up his pace, experimenting. His tongue would lap, twist, do long strokes, short strokes, and all of it had her wanting to come out of her own skin. She could feel sweat forming on her skin as she heated up, her body skyrocketing toward something she couldn’t quite grasp.
“Please,” she begged right before he did something that had her falling apart with a scream.
She was still seeing stars, her breaths still little more than desperate pants, when something solid, something firm and demanding, settled between her legs. She tensed, looking down, and couldn’t decide if she was fascinated or horrified.
This is either going to feel great or hurt like hell.
