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I gulped, my cock twitching in its sheath. “Yes,” I finally said, my voice hoarse. “If… If I came on your body… Or even on the floor… And you told me to lick it up, I’d enjoy it.”
She released a shaky breath, her blush spreading down her throat and collarbones. When she reached for another magazine, stirring the air, I smelled her arousal.
“Dinner’s soon,” I pointed out, because it wasn’t the right time to get frisky, even though I wanted to. It would be an excellent distraction from the stupid cat curse.
“I know,” she said and cleared her throat. “Just wanted to ask you about one more thing.”
She rifled through the pages until she found the right one, and I groaned seeing what it was. Giving me a quick look, she smiled uncertainly. “Does it mean it’s good? Or bad?”
“Good,” I said, my cock sliding free. I refused to acknowledge it, but I knew from her quick gasp that she saw it. “I’ve never done it. But I’ve always wanted to. How did you know?”
Because, seriously, this wasn’t even a common theme in my collection. I owned just two magazines with this, and I knew them both by heart.
“The pages are crusty,” Scarlett said, smirking, and I groaned with embarrassment. “And kinda worn. I figured you look at this one quite often.”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “It’s called pegging.”
“Mmm. And it requires this kind of contraption, right? The woman wears this, so she can… Well, fuck a man’s asshole from what I see.”
I shook my head helplessly. She could see so well because it was a series of images exploring the pegging scene from every angle, one of which was a detailed closeup of the black dildo going up the man’s ass.
It was one of my few human magazines, too. The images weren’t painted but photographed. Trolls made their porn this way as well, but most magazines in my collection were painted. It allowed for certain exaggeration, making the scenes even juicier.
Not that this one needed touching up. It was perfect. The couple was nude, their faces clearly visible. The woman was blond, like Scarlett, and wore a confident, aroused expression. The man’s face was twisted in bliss, mouth open, eyes scrunched up. My balls tingled at the thought of how good it must have felt for him.
“Want me to fuck your asshole?” Scarlett asked, jerking me out of my reverie. She watched me, her face perfectly serious, though her mouth twitched with a suppressed smirk.
My balls wrenched up at the thought, precum dripping out of my cock. That she wasn’t disgusted, and even better, that she was willing, was incredible. I hadn’t expected I’d ever find a willing partner, because we mountainfolk were fairly traditional in these matters.
The one girlfriend I had approached about this was horrified.
“You’d want to?” I asked hoarsely, making sure, because it felt too good to be true.
She nodded, her smile breaking free. “Yes. And well, it was weird at first, but the longer I look at it, the more I like it. Really like it.”
She shot me a mischievous look and, as fast as a viper, leaned down to give my slick cock a long lick from base to tip. I moaned, my legs falling wider in invitation, but Scarlett straightened, giving me a wink.
“We should get ready for dinner.”
I groaned, my head falling back against the wall with a thump. But even though I badly wanted her mouth on me, I was also thrilled. This was exactly what I needed from her. Now, instead of fretting about the curse, the weather, Scarlett’s safety, and whether I was being a good enough husband, I could focus on my aching cock and the sharp need for release I wouldn’t get.
Even though lust pumped in my veins, my balls feeling full and uncomfortable, I felt lighter and much more relaxed. It felt so good to give in to her control.
“Thank you,” I said, looking up at Scarlett, who stood next to me, stretching her hands over her head.
She shot me a mischievous look, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I figured you might need a distraction. Also, why should I suffer alone?”
“You’re horny, too,” I said with a grin before I pressed my face to her skirt between her legs, inhaling deeply. I looked up when she framed my face in her hands. “You like my porn.”
She blushed but didn’t shy away from my satisfied gaze. “Yes, I like it. I didn’t even know people did things like this. It’s really fortunate I got you, you know, and not some crusty old lizard man who’d make me watch as he licked his balls.”
I burst out laughing, knowing exactly which unique magazine she referred to. It was filled with paintings of male lizard-like creatures who lay around in the sun and stroked their cocks and balls with their incredibly long tongues.
“Well, no one will be licking my balls,” I said ruefully, nuzzling into her skirt. “They are under thick fur.”
“That’s fine,” Scarlett said with a smirk, grabbing my antler to tilt my head back until I looked straight up at her face. “You have a lot of other bits for me to lick.”
When Mother called us for dinner, Scarlett snickered, offering to give my cock an icy bath to coax it back into hiding. In the end, I got myself under control as soon as she was out of the room, all magazines neatly put away.
