Page 40 of Jorhee

He lifted his hips away, denying me, splaying his free hand on my belly to pin me into place.

“Noooo.”

He grinned. “Mine.”

My jaw fell open. Torture was right. He ‘d just… he’d just edged me! I wanted him to both do it again and to just stop and fuck me now.

He gently bit down on my nipple before licking the sting away and I groaned.

I thought I’d had blue balls before with all this waiting, but damn.

I looked down between us, at my cock up against my belly, tip an angry red, leaking. And his…holy shit balls, was that thing going to fit? I sure hoped so because it looked like it would fill me up so full I’d not know where I ended and he began. Who knew I’d turn out to be a size queen? And those scales promised some feel good action of their own, too.

He moved his hand off my belly and gripped my cock firmly, giving it a slow stroke, the surprising scales along the outer edges of his palms adding a bit of extra friction that had me feeling like I was about to lose my mind as he played with my other nipple.

“Johr…eee,” I whined. “Please.”

He huffed out a small laugh, kissing and nipping and rubbing his cheek scales against my chest, down my sternum, then rocked back onto his knees.

I panted, looking at him with the same raw need I saw reflected back at me. He let go of my cock and in one swift move, flipped me over, pushing me onto my knees., his hand still holding my arms above me.

“Stay,” he growled.

“Yes, yes, okay,” I babbled, eager for what would come next. I’d have promised to do just about anything right then as long as he got on with it.

He let go of my hands and I felt him use both of his to part my ass cheeks. He licked me from the top of my crease to where my taint ended under my balls and I just about melted into apuddle of goo, it felt so damned good. He blew softly over my hole, rumbling as it flexed in invitation for him. The purring came again, just as I felt him bend his head down and begin to lap hungrily. He ate me like a male possessed while I wriggled and thrust at the air beneath me, wishing he’d allow me to rut against the bedding to gain some relief. Then he speared that long tongue of his into me and I could hear myself begging. He didn’t relent, fucking my hole with his tongue as his purr sent vibrations through me. Then I felt him slip in a finger, claw safely sheathed beneath the human looking nail, and he began pumping it in and out alongside his tongue, stretching me. He kept going, adding another finger every so often, teasing my prostate with the soft scales of his tongue, until I was a sobbing mess.

I felt him withdraw, leaving me empty and aching to be refilled. I think I let out a whimpering plea that any other time I’d be mortified by, and he heard me, stroking a hand down my spine soothingly, pressing gentle kisses down it as he notched the blunt head of his cock against me, and slowly pushed his way inside.

Despite all the prep and the fact that his own kind very conveniently made their own lube, he was a tight fit. The stretch burned, causing me to gasp and my cock to wilt. He reached beneath me, and began fondling my balls, then stroking my cock as it began to perk up as the discomfort lit me up from the inside as his scales dragged across my innermost places, kissing my prostate along the way.

I couldn’t help but break my earlier promise, moving my arms to push myself up so I was now on all fours and could rock back into him. We set a rhythm, torturously slow at first as he worked himself in and out, letting me stretch around him and his natural lubrication filled my channel with slick.

“It’s okay,” I panted. “Feels good. More. Harder.”

He rested his chin on my shoulder then, wings coming down to cocoon us, and began thrusting with vigor.

“Yes!” I screamed. “That!”

He redoubled his efforts, a snarl that sounded like “mine” spilling from his lips. His hands moved to grip my hips as he rutted into me, my cock bouncing freely now. There was no way for me to touch it; both of my own hands were desperately gripping the bedding in an attempt to remain upright while my arms pushed back to help my hips chase after his cock every time he retreated.

I lost all sense of time and being, lost simply to the sensation of what we were doing. I felt my balls pull up and lightning danced along my spine. I threw my head back and howled as I felt my release erupt from me. Johree let out a roar, fucking me through it, his movements becoming erratic. Then I felt his teeth in my shoulder, the pain jolting me momentarily out of my haze only to have a languorous sort of warmth spread from where his teeth were, sending spikes of arousal that had my cock jerking, spitting out more cum in a sort of second mini orgasm as his hips thrust one last time before he stiffened, filling my insides with the liquid heat of his spend. He removed his teeth, lapping at the wound and purring softly now.

27

JOHREE

As my climax subsided, I felt my venom sacs shrink as the last of their contents flooded my mate’s bloodstream. I pulled my fangs free, licking at the wounds they left so that my saliva’s medicinal properties would seal them, aiding their healing. I rolled us over so he was nestled faceup against my side, half on and half off my chest, my wings spread wide beneath us.

“’S warm,” he said, sounding drunk, his fingers reaching up to probe at the marks.

I batted his hand away, giving the bite another lick before answering.

“That’s the venom. You’ll have a small scar, and your scent will change so that you will always carry my scent mingled with yours. And, ah, if you were Dragonii, your scales would take on a golden hue over whatever color your lineage already gave you.”

“Oh. But I’m not Dragonii.”

“No, but you’re mine, and you’re perfect.”