Not that he would be allowed to get away with everything.
“Next time,” N’Ashtar murmured. Then he was leaning above me, the head of his thick, scaled cock nudging my entrance. “Want this, hmm?” He hissed the words softly into my ear, his whole body blanketing mine. I left my hands were he had put them, but tried to arch my hips up so I could get him inside me. It merely seemed to amuse him, because he chuckled and kissed me deeply.
Without warning he slid inside me, one strong stroke that momentarily took my breath away. While I hadn’t forgotten how big or thick he was, I sure as hell remembered it in vivid detail now. The way he stretched me, the way he filled me, those pale, smooth scales hitting inside me in just the right places. I whimpered, not able to form words. While I was still oversensitive from my prior orgasm, I knew already that this one would blow it out of the water.
“You’re a perfect fit for me,” N’Ashtar murmured as he started moving. He moved his whole body this time, not just his hips, and each time he surged into me, I let out a cry of pleasure I couldn’t contain. He shifted his weight carefully so he could nuzzle my neck and tweak my nipples with his fingers, the hardening buds getting almost painfully tight from what he was doing. I was going to go crazy at that rate, and definitely come before his neck got anywhere near my mouth.
“You’re huge and arrogant,” I retorted, which earned me another long, powerful thrust that hit me in just the right way. “And far too good at this,” I added breathlessly.
“Sounds like I need to show you, hm?” N’Ashtar chuckled low in his throat, that hissy laugh of his, before he flipped us until I was on top. I stared down at him, surprised, because that was not what I had expected. “Easier for you to bite me this way,” he explained, hands on my hips. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock.”
I stared at him with wide eyes, because I had never really anticipated that coming out of his mouth, but I couldn’t deny it turned me on, either. Well, okay then. I shifted around on top of him without protest, finding the right angle so I could sink back down onto his thick hardness. He hissed a low groan, eyes flashing gold from pleasure, but he didn’t try to move me or control what I was doing.
It was easy to get lost in the rhythm of our movements, in the way I slid up and down, his hardness sliding out of me for a moment of brief relief, only to fill me right back up again and leave me so full I felt like I might burst. Within minutes I was close to the edge again, whimpers escaping me that I couldn’t stop. “I’m close.”
“Bite me.” N’Ashtar panted the words, tilting his head back to bare his neck for me. At first, I had been apprehensive at the thought, but with lust fogging up my mind, all I wanted was for my small human teeth to sink into those hard scales and leave a mark. I thrust myself all the way down, until I could feel his balls against me, then leaned over to bite him as hard as I could.
The scales weren’t as hard as I thought they would be, to my surprise, and my teeth sunk in easily, although it was tough. Pleasure surged through me like a shockwave, threatening to knock me on my ass even though I held onto him with all my strength. It wasn’t something I’d anticipated, and the pleasure quickly spiraled in my gut until I was coming around him, clenching his cock in my vise as I came and came.
By the time I felt the last aftershocks settle, I could finally open my eyes and see N’Ashtar looking at me with fond eyes. Every so often, he would stop and look at the mark on his neck, then back at me, and the warmth there threatened to floor me. Then it was dappled with wickedness and before I could process that, I was on my back again, staring up at him with a racing heart.
“My turn,” N’Ashtar said, his smirk wicked. “And I will make you come a third time.”
I was pretty sure my lady bits cried out in protest, and N’Ashtar obviously saw something in my face because his smirk softened.
“Don’t worry, you’ll love it.” He licked my neck in that way he always did, then gently parted my legs and slid inside me. At first, I was grateful that he started slow and easy, not putting too much stimulation on my oversensitized clit. But then that started to become teasing on its own.
It was like the build to another orgasm was just right there, but he wouldn’t get me close enough that I could reach it. Like I was going to hover on the edge, the intense pressure and pleasure of coming a third time denied to me.
“I will take care of you,” N’Ashtar murmured.
I opened my mouth to start a sarcastic retort, except then he thrust in twice as fast. Then he fucked the hell out of me, his hips pistoning at a speed I hadn’t thought possible, the scales on his cock hitting my clit just right on every thrust. I was sobbing now, broken words that probably weren’t English, just a puddle of pleasure so keyed up that I thought a release would made me explode.
I both wanted it and was afraid of it, of how
