Page 74 of Black Mamba

Lukys moves down and his cock slides across my stomach and thighs, spreading his heat. At the same time, his tail coils and pushes harder into my sides, propping my body off the ground.

“You knew I would not be able to resist you, and you came willingly?” He hisses, snapping his forked tongue.

“I know you’ll stop if I tell you to.” I reach between us and grasp his cock. It’s velvet and hard, and not slick like I expected. “You’ve done nothing to me I… haven’t wanted… lately…” I admit, “but you would stop if you were going to hurt me, wouldn’t you?”

His eyes narrow as I slowly explore him and his heaviness.

“I would never hurt you. I will always try and keep you safe.”

I’m not afraid of Lukys.

Instead, my body shimmies with increasing need. Catching his gaze, I shift into a sitting position and release his cock. As he leans back to give me space, I place my hands on his stomach and push him farther away as I grab his tip again and bring it to my lips.

He freezes.

Tentatively, I kiss his cock’s head, opening and pursing my lips. When I taste his cum and find it tastes how he smells, I moan.

“No,” Lukys groans, the sound thick and raw. He pushes me onto his tail as he tears my hands off of him and pulls away. “I need to claim you.” He grabs my thighs and spreads my legs, bending my knees toward my chest. His fingers slide down my sex to probe my opening and caress my labia at the same time.

I jerk, trying to get resituated, and my hands grasp his shoulders.

He pushes two fingers into me, and with a shudder and another moan, he stops. “You are wet, more than ready, but I do not want you to get hurt.”

“I’ve never done this before.” I gasp as his fingers press against my inner walls. “Sex, that is.”

“Sex? Mating? Breeding? I have not done so either, but I have never wanted to do it with anyone other than you. I am glad I am your first, and I vow I will be your last.”

Hearing a sharp snap, I glance at the fire just as Lukys’s tailtip adds a branch. My head falls back as the tip of his heated cock replaces his probing fingers.

Nervous, I slide my hands down his shoulders and grip his arms tightly, looking down at the shadowy outline of his knot.

I cover my mouth with my hands when he removes his fingers and his tip presses into me. He lifts and leans his hips higher, weighing his lower half down. I maneuver my legs as far as they will go, afraid there will be pain but willing to bear it to finally have the emptiness inside of me filled. My pussy constricts and grasps for something that it needs.

I receive him eagerly, prepared for him. It’s not what I imagined my first time would be like but…

“Yes,” I moan when he pushes his knot to my opening, the first half of his cock inside me, sliding across my g-spot. “More.” Digging my nails into his flesh, I push my feet into his sides and rock my hips.

“Elena.” He says roughly, rocking his pelvis into me, making me accept him.

I scream as his knot pushes into me, stretching me wider than ever. Once fully inside me, it presses against my most sensitive spot, granting me the satisfaction I crave. I gasp through the momentary unpleasantness as I accept his weight.

“Elena, Elena, Elena…” He hisses between roughened breaths. He plants his hands on the ground on either side, his tail coiling, partially sliding up and over my body.

Tears of relief dampen my lashes. I push my legs into his sides, rocking my hips lightly, gratefully. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt, a fulfilling discomfort. Like learning something new, there’s always a moment’s hesitation.

“More,” I whimper. “I need more.”

THIRTY-THREE

CLAIMING HIS BRIDE

Lukys

Pleasure unlike anything I have ever known spears through me, creating embers in my eyes. I shove my prick into Elena’s sweet, accepting slit and rumble with delight by how perfectly, how easily, it takes me.

Her cheeks red, her body bare, her brown hair wild around her shoulders and my tail, my female has never looked more delicious. I thrust gently, pushing farther inside her, wanting to see her move and to make more noises emanate from her lips.

“More, Lukys,” she begs, moving her hips up and down. “I need… I can’t…” She places her palms over her eyes with another whimper.