Gemma trembles and I ram my tongue into her navel harder.
“Oh!” Her shocked cry drives me to a frenzy, shunting my pelvis hard against the floor as she grips my head and writhes. “Lower, please, lower.” She squeezes her legs closed, trapping my head between them.
I tear them open and bend her up, holding her legs prone until her sex is spread and bare to my view. I press my face into it. Slick, warm arousal dampens my mouth, nose, and cheeks as I nuzzle her sex. “Female,” I rasp.
“What are you doing!?” she whimpers.
I spill a little as she tries to pull her legs from my grip. I hold them tighter and keep them where I want them. Spread wide.
“Worshiping you,” I rumble, breathing in her arousal. She squeaks cutely when I plunge my tongue inside her. Stars blanket my vision as her taste explodes in my mouth. A dark fervor grips me, and I rut her little, quivering hole as hard as I ravaged her navel. My member scrapes across the floor.
She dances wildly, her cries higher, louder, with each rough flick. I push my tongue as deep, licking everywhere. I’ve bathed her every day, but I never got to clean her here, inside her, the place that, when I think about it, makes me little more than an animal. I wanted to slip my fingers in and feel her here. My aching member dreamed about burying deep as she slept, only to wake her to mindless bliss.
If she woke to bliss, then she wouldn’t wake to pain.
But I stayed away, not wanting to hurt her further.
She’s close. Her nails dig into the scales on my shoulders, and I curl my tongue to lick the rough spot of flesh that makes her scream. Truly scream. She tenses, her thighs gripping my head hard, and I thrust my member frantically.
“I’m going to—I’m going to come!” she shrieks.
I coil the tip of my tail around the middle of her body and squeeze her—simultaneously, I reach between us and pinch her nub.
Her whole body strains, her sex constricts.
And then she pierces my den with her beautiful scream.
Yesss!
I jerk back to watch her come undone. Gemma writhes, limbs tense, and cries out, grabs me, and tries to bring me back between her legs.
“Don’t leave me,” she begs, arching up and slumping, only to arch her back again. Seeing her like this excites me. Seeing her sex tremble makes me spill across my floor.
She begs me some more to return, riding out her bliss. When she begins to come down, I sink two fingers into her, stretching her brutally once they're seated in her quivering sex. She flails, and I quickly catch her wrapped feet with my tail. I hold them in the air, lifting her lower back off the floor. Her makeshift dress comes apart and falls off her body.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks again, her arms now above her head as she tries to free her legs from my tail. She fails.
“Preparing you,” I grunt.
I plunge my fingers in and out of her as I grab my member and position it, lowering.
Her wide eyes meet mine, and sweat sheens her brow. Her shocked expression stokes me into a frenzy. I want to sink my entire soul into her and remember this image of her so caught and trapped and open before me. Her legs are straight in the air, her knees locked and trapped in my tail holding her prone. Her head lifts to stare at me as I thrust my fingers deep into her.
I thought I wanted her to use her tongue all over me, but I like this far more. I prepare her with my hand, guiding my member to her as I do. I slip my fingers out of her swollen hole and start pushing my shaft into her.
I loosen my hold on her legs so her knees bend to the sides, opening her up as far as I can so she can take me easier. I sink in to my bulge.
My nostrils flare as she clenches me, pulling me closer.
“Mine,” I hiss, cupping her thighs and slamming my large bulge into her, pushing through muscle that fights to keep me out, stretching her more than my fingers ever could.
I roar as she takes it all, as her head drops back, and she cries out for me. My name echoes through the bunker. I sway my hips side to side working the rest of the way into her.
Heaven hails me as she takes everything I give her. It’s my own shock that stops me as she constricts around my bulge, putting painful pressure there. I snarl.
“Female, you take risks,” my voice is guttural, rough.
“Thank you,” she gasps in response, confusing me, clenching again.
“What?”
“For saving my life.”
I release her legs, dropping down atop her, forcing her back to the floor. “Don’t thank me,” I snap. I don’t like it.
But she squeezes around me again, and I forget her words. My head drops beside hers, and I roll my hips hard. She moans, and I do it again.
I lose myself.
Jerking out, thrusting back in, snapping my hips. She takes my bulge with each hard shunt, and I make her do it again and again. Each time, a mewl leaves her parted lips, addicting me. I speed up as her body adjusts to accept me. She works our rhythm too, squeezing and releasing.
Before long, I’m rutting her in a craze, unable to keep control. Her noises excite me, her accepting body tormenting me, and all I want is to possess it.
If I’m inside her, then there’s no place she can go that I won’t be there with her.
My member surges and grows.
“Gemma,” I moan, coiling further around her body, bending painfully. “Gemma,” I repeat her name with each hard thrust.
She claws at my back, and I erupt.
Spill drains out. The intensity drowns out everything else.
