The little whipping sensation was torture in the best way possible. He was so fast, that it was practically vibrating against her. She came quickly, muscles shaking, then slumped back against the tree.
“Wow.” She had to blink a few times to make sure her soul was back in her body. “That was…” She didn’t even have the words for it. Swallowing more air, she said. “I don’t usually…not with a partner.”
“Oh? And so that’s what, three for me now?”
“Don’t let it make your head grow too fast. Maybe you’re just a one-trick pony.”
He chuckled lightly, then slid up to face her. “That’s not the only trick I have.”
“Oh?”
His tail wrapped around one ankle, and pulled it to the side, spreading her legs. “Oh yeah.”
Oh gods, she was dripping wet. Anticipation curled in her, but so did curiosity. “Maldenis, when you…I mean, obviously you have it, but how…” She looked down at his torso.
“Oh, you mean, my dick?”
She nodded. “You don’t wear pants.”
“Great observation.” He grinned. “It’s hidden. In a pocket.”
“Before we get to the main event, can I see it?”
He hesitated for a moment, but nodded. “Of course. And if you think it’s too weird?—”
“No, no.” She shook her head vehemently. “I won’t change my mind.”
“Even if you do, it’s okay,” he said quietly. “We’re different.” He shifted back slightly, so she could look down.
His stomach muscles rippled, the scales gleaming under the scant starlight. Then, they parted and his cock began to emerge. To her surprise, the look and shape of it was largely human—large being the operative word as it was thicker and heavier than what she was used to, though her experience was limited.
However, as it continued to surge forward, she noticed the differences. For one, there were ridges along the top, bumps and grooves starting from the bottom, all the way up to the tip, which was curved upward.
“May I…” She reached her hand out.
He nodded, then inhaled sharply when her hand wrapped around him. His flesh was firm and when she gave a squeeze, he tensed. Carefully, she slid her hand up and down the shaft, the ridges rubbing against her palm in a preview of what was to come.
“Please…Liora.”
She released him. “I’m ready,” she said, bracing herself backward against the tree. “Here, now.”
He let out a sigh and nodded before inching closer to her again. His tail wrapped around her waist to steady her as his hipssurged forward. Lifting her up, he planted her on his cock, her legs wrapping around him.
Twin moans escaped their mouths as his tip breached her. She buried her face in his neck, breathing hard as she welcomed him into her, stretching her fully.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She bore down on him, making him cry out. “Oh yeah.”
He sealed his mouth to hers once more, his talented tongue invading her mouth, clashing with her, while his hips moved, thrusting up at her. Her body jolted with each movement, the pleasure coiling inside her like a spring. He continued the steady rhythm, hitting her with deep, hard strokes.
Those ridges were definitely not just for decoration.
His moans filled the quiet night air, like he didn’t care if anyone heard them. His movements were precise, hitting her at the right places. A hand slipped under her shirt, fingers found her nipples and pulled, the sensation going all the way down to where their bodies joined. He pushed her shirt and bra cups over her breasts, then bent down and suckled her nipples into his wet, hot mouth, adding to her already overloaded senses.
As if that wasn’t enough, she felt the scaly grip around her waist loosen, then the tip of his tail creep up her thigh and ass, parting the cheeks.
“Too…much?” he asked between thrusts.
