To drive me mad with desire—and with jealousy.
She is so beautiful it hurts. Wet and shivering in the shadow of my body, where I can touch her at my leisure. Her hair is wet at the ends, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. Even in the darkness, I see her skin flush.
My shaft emerges from my tail.
I take her hands and pull her arms away from her chest.
She licks her sweet lips. I grasp the bottom of her shirt and tear it off her.
Now she’s only in her underthings. Ridiculous clothes that shield her from me. Not for much longer…
I reach for her underwear. She slaps my hand away.
I reach for it again.
She slaps my hand again.
I hiss. “You can’t bathe dressed.”
“I can’t bathe at all with you watching me like that.”
My lips twist. “I will watch you as is my right as your mate.”
“We’re not mates.”
Frustration fuels me as she turns away, lowering herself into the water, hiding from my eyes. Again. Pain bubbles up to join the frustration, but I push it away. Yet the thought niggles still. She chose Azsote…
Not me.
If she had, would she be naked in my nest this very moment? Because she chose me?
If I had let Azsote take her, would she be inviting his member into her right now? Would they have already rutted on the forest floor? In the very clearing in which he and I battled? The picture of them together enrages me, eats at my insides. I can’t stand it.
I slide my tail around her, and she steps away from it.
I can’t handle it and dive toward her, dragging her to me roughly, holding her wet body to my chest. Facing her away from me, her bottom slips across my member.
She makes a noise.
“You have accepted me,” I remind her. “You spread your legs and cried out as I penetrated you with not one but three of my fingers.” I slide one hand down her body to cup her sex hard. “You thrashed and cried and grabbed my head as my lips framed your nub, rubbing your sex into my face, or have you already forgotten? It was not Azsote working on your tight sheath to accommodate him,” I growl.
I push her wet underwear to the side and find her hole, caressing it.
She writhes against me. “I need to bathe—”
“I know an excuse when I hear one. Enough!”
My fingers push inside her. Gemma bows over my arm as she takes them. She’s drenched, wet from the brook, and slick from her arousal. Beyond heated with her readiness to be claimed.
She is mine.
Mine.
I am undone.
My tail curls up her body, trapping her completely. My fingers find the rough spot in her sheath and rub it. She liked this last time.
“Vruksha!” she screeches my name and then gasps. And if she wasn’t thrashing before, she’s thrashing now. I rub harder, quickening my movements, sending her into a frenzy, enjoying the way her body shudders against mine.
She gasps again. Her little noises excite me.
Human legs are wonderful. She is soft and receptive, and her sex is never fully hidden. I can just spread her thighs to find it… I arch my member against her, sliding it through the curve of her butt as I roll my fingers inside her.
“Female,” I groan, spreading them. “It is time.” I decide I do not want to wait until she’s in my nest.
She cries out and jerks in my arms. A wail releases from her lips, and her sex constricts around my fingers. She’s cumming. She’s releasing pent up tension because of me.
Only I will ever get the glory of seeing her succumb.
Not Azsote, not any other. Me.
Pleased, a grin pulls at my lips. “Yes, female. Like that. Like that. Yesss.”
Her sheath clutches me, and I know it’s time. Her legs buckle, and I slip my tail forward between her legs so she may squirm on it as well. I want her everywhere. If it’s not her tongue, then it will be her sex dewing up my many scales. I bend her over further, holding her to me as her shaking subsides, until she’s on her hands and knees in the shallow part of the creek, bowed over my lower tail. Her body is partially wrapped around it, facing away from me, just like how her sex will soon be wrapped around my member.
Rearing up behind her, I slip my fingers out of her channel, and after one last rub of her wrinkled spot, after one last pleasured, shocked cry tears from her mouth, I line my member to her opening.
“Vruksha,” she moans my name, sounding almost defeated. And I pause, but then she lies her head forward, resting it on my tail as she pushes her butt outward. My tip sinks into her.
Tight, hot, soft. Pleasure blasts through me, and I take a moment to gaze down at her back.
Gemma, submitting to me. Waiting weeks of hell for this was worth it. Her hair is wet, plastered to her back, falling forward into the water. Her sex is open, ready for invasion, and clenching in the moonlight. It’s tight, spread around my tip, and I push forward. I press my tail to support her chest and body. She wraps her arms around it.
She moans, straining. I watch as I sink deeper, pushing against flesh that fights me but quickly relents.
“Tight,” I grit out, cupping her cheeks and spreading her as wide as I can. Will she be able to take my bulge? It is softer than the stem of my shaft.
I press forward until her hole is up against it. It’s twice the size of her opening, and doubt fills me. But my bulge is not as hard...
Part of me wants to pause, to use my hand to expel some of my spill, and make things easier, but I don’t.
She’s perfect where she is. If I stop, I’m afraid she might not let me
