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He played with one breast and then the other with his tail. He slid his scales over her breasts, undulating there, teasing her.
She gasped. “Tangles and briars, you’re going to ruin me for all other men, aren’t you?”
He let out a laugh, pleased by this. “Am I?”
“Oh, the way you’re touching me…” She was out of breath. “Your scales, they’re so smooth. It feels amazing.”
“Well, I think I’m getting the better deal here,” he groaned. “Yourhands.”
“Mmm,” she sighed. “Can your tail… can it goinplaces?”
He let out a labored, affected breath. “You’d let me do that?”
“You could tail-fuck me?” she said. Then she giggled. “Briars, I’m so drunk. I can’t believe I’m just—”
“You’re a filthy girl,” he whispered.
“Am I?” she asked, jerking his cocks, and she wasn’t being coquettish, he didn’t think, just curious. “Is tail-fucking, like, deviant?”
“Oh, sacred teachings, no naga woman would let a man put his fucking tail inside her,” he gasped. It was a heavily-featured scenario in naga porn, though, with various species.
“Really?” She shrugged. “I was just thinking, like, I could sit here, and use both of my hands and then get both of your cocks off at the same time, and you could take care of me with your tail, and then we’d both—” She broke off because his tail was worming its way between her thighs. She giggled, then, throaty, pleased. “So, good plan?”
“Perfect plan,” he muttered.
She lifted her hips, allowing him access, still working her hands on his cocks, and he eased the tip of his tail into her wet heat.
Shit.
His tail was sensitive. Not quite cock sensitive. Like, he couldn’t come from tail stimulation or anything, but it could make him hard. Tail stimulation could give him sympathetic cock sensations.
He’d, uh, he’d very rarely done this with a woman. It seemed an insane thing to ask for, like a man with feet asking to penetrate a woman with his toe or something. And so, it had only ever happened if a woman had initiated.
She’s perfect,he thought, sinking deeper. He cupped her mound and pussy with the inner side of his tail scales and undulated there, squeezing her.
She let out a little cry.
“Good?” he asked.
“Amazing,” she whispered.
He squeezed himself deeper inside her, shuddering at the sensation, his cocks rock hard, his nipples tightening. He pushed his tail deeper into the tight, warm, slippery wondrousness of her.
“There,” she gasped. “Oh rightthere.”
He poked her with the tip of his tail. “There?”
“Please,” she cried out.
And so he did that again, a movement that involved undulating against her pussy and rubbing her deep inside with the tip of his tail.
She let out a sobbing sound. “Oh, please, please, Niles. Just there.” She went faster on his cocks, seemingly spurred on by sensation.
So, he kept doing it. He wasn’t thrusting into her, just squeezing and throbbing and pushing into her. It was a slow and rhythmic thing, and he based his movements on her responses, on the way she was moaning and crying out.
He was concentrating entirely on her, so much so that he didn’t really notice how close he was to coming until it was, well, imminent. He managed a weak, “Gonna come,” and then he was erupting all over both of them, and he felt embarrassed about that, but he just ignored it because she seemed more concerned with his tail in her pussy.
He kept going, barely missing a beat with his undulations, his orgasm twitching through him, and he felt good, so good, and her tight little pussy was starting to squeeze him and she was making this noise which was so soft and so sweet and she was just so pretty and small and perfect and she’d let him justdefileher over and over again. She just kept letting him dirty her all up, and he felt grateful and awed and privileged and—
