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He slowly pulled out of me and stood, both legs on either side of me. His shadow painted the white-and-blue blanket I lay on. The head of his massive cock was already wet. He kept himself trimmed too, the dark black curly hair stopping in clean lines.
“You want this?” Damien said in a low growl, fisting the base of hard dick.
All I could do was nod as I looked up, the fire in his eyes shining brighter than the sun that framed him, a patch of ruby-red scales shining on his chest. I leaned up on my elbows and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue as Damien lowered himself. He pressed himself against my mouth, rubbing the head of his cock over my lips.
“You like that?”
I nodded, giving him a needy look as I swallowed him down.
He dropped his head back, his words lighting me on fire. “That’s it, Robby. Take every inch of this big dick.”
I did as he asked, opening my mouth so he could sink down to my throat. His taste filled me, making my mouth water. I started to bob, up and down, working him with my tongue, massaging his balls with a gentle hand. He started to thrust, sinking deeper, fingers knotting in my hair. I could hardly take him down my throat with how big he was.
But I was a determined little dick-pig, and his pleasure-filled groans only spurred me on.
“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, baby. Swallow it all.”
I moaned around his cock, taking him just like he asked, letting him use my mouth for his pleasure. My own dick pulsed. All I had to do was give it a single stroke, and I was sure I’d blow.
“Like that, Robby? Like having my thick cock in your mouth?”
The only answer I could give him was a dick-muffled “mhmm.” His assertiveness, his need to get off, it drove me wild, and I could tell he was getting just as close.
“Want it, Robby? Want me to come for you, baby?”
Another “mhmm,” another nod. I started to jerk myself off, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his cock hitting the back of my throat. His words shifted to animalistic sounds, grunts. His fingers kneaded at my scalp before pulling my head down, holding me there.
He erupted, giving me just what I wanted. What I needed. He twitched and groaned, his knees shaking as my throat filled with his seed. As I swallowed every last drop, my own climax hit, cum spilling out of me, my toes curling as pleasure rocked through me. It crashed over me like the waves that were below us, washing me out onto a pleasure-filled shore.
Damien smiled, green eyes glittering, same as the red scales on his chest and bicep.
“…Damn,” he finally said. “That was hotter than any fire I could ever conjure up.”
“Fuck yeah it was,” I said with a breathless laugh and wiped at my wet lips. I collapsed down onto the blanket, completely spent and drenched in sweat. My breathing was heavy, my entire body felt like Jell-O, and my brain couldn’t put together a functioning sentence if my life depended on it.
It was perfect. Exactly the kind of escape I needed after everything I’d been through. I basked in the post-orgasm glow, feeling as if I was going to float off this rock and dive straight into the sky above.
“Did you enjoy the picnic?” Damien asked as he lay down next to me, a lazy grin on his face. He put an arm underneath me, surprising me. I wasn’t sure what to expect after a hookup but was glad that Damien wasn’t pushing me away now that he got what he wanted.
“What do you think?” I asked as I looked down at the cum on my belly, my cock still swollen. Damien’s too. I wouldn’t mind going for a second round, keeping this moment frozen in time for as long as we could. “You?”
“Yes, I enjoyed it quite a bit.” He winked at me and rested his head back on the plush blanket. I almost forgot how high up we were, perched on our own private paradise.
I nuzzled into Damien’s side. He didn’t tense or move away, only wrapped me up a little tighter in his arm. Delicious heat radiated from his body. I trailed my fingers over the soft crimson scales that made an almost circular patch on his chest, right over his right pec.
A permanent reminder of the power and flame contained within.
“Can you feel this?” I asked him as I traced the delicate lines between the scales.
“Of course. Almost more so than the touch against my human skin.”
“Really? I wasn’t sure if it was more like armor, or like a turtle shell… wait a second, do turtles feel their shells?”
Damien chuckled and nodded. “They definitely can. I was good friends with a tortoise shifter. He could feel every tiny tap against his shell.”
