subtle flares in the blue colors and gray and black patterns.
She had to lean in to reach his shoulder, far enough that she could feel his rapid breath on her cheekbone. His musk had deepened, his scent so dizzying and mouth-watering she had to swallow hard to prevent drool. She watched her fingers glide over the angle of his hard shoulder to the bunching muscles of his chest, flexing to test his intriguingly cool flesh.
Then she looked up into his eyes. Heavy-lidded and flaring with hot color, his gaze held her suspended in heat, her body throbbing in time to the heart she could feel under her hand. His forked tongue broke the spell, flicking out to kiss her bottom lip with the barest teasing brush and sending a shiver down her entire body. Her gaze focused on that disappearing tongue and she leaned closer. “I want that,” she whispered hoarsely before her mouth came in contact with his.
His mouth was firmer, harder than a human’s with hardly any fleshy lips, but as soon as she tasted him she forgot all about the strangeness of his kiss. His flavor bloomed on her tongue like a siren song, hot spice with a hint of smooth sweetness. Ambrosia. Then his tongue twinned with hers, slick and agile with just a hint of rasp that drove her absolutely wild, setting off an inferno deep within her.
Sasha, sayshin… oh, you are sweeter than honey. I want to do this until I die of it.
The words brought her back to herself a little and she realized she was devouring him, arms locked around his neck and breasts pressed hard to his chest. His hands spanned her ribs, steadying her gently. She squirmed a little, whimpering at the friction on her erect nipples. “Ocen…” she moaned, barely able to think past the waves of hot lust rolling through her body.
Yes, my sweet o ne, whatever you need, anything, everything…
His eyes seemed to be sucking her soul out of her body. She pressed closer, licking the seam of his mouth with a visceral pleasure at his taste. Then she jerked back, suddenly unable to stand the barrier of her clothes. With rough and shaking hands, she stripped everything off.
Ah, so beautiful, soft and fragile— He reached for her but she batted his hands away, pressing on his chest until he lay back with a sibilant laugh. Take what you need, sayshin. I am yours.
She slid onto him with a long, low moan of pleasure. Cool and silky, his scaled skin felt unbearably good against her burning flesh, soothing and tantalizing at the same time. The slick friction teased her nipples, driving hard shafts of pleasure and need straight to her pussy. She was so wet she felt juice trickle over her lips and down between their bodies. Thick meat bumped against her thighs and she sat up suddenly, remembering with a surge of molten lust his two cocks squeezed in his hard fist, liquid pearling on the double heads.
Stars, I could cum to just those visions in your mind , sweet Sasha, my sayshin…
His purring voice was like a caress, driving her mad from the inside out. With an incoherent growl, she twisted around then went still, staring in amazement at his genitals. Not two but three, the third half the size of the other two and nestled atop them like the point of a fleshy triangle. All three gleamed with fine scales, swirls of blue and gray coiling up the shafts to smooth, swollen heads dripping with pre-cum. All hairless and sleek and so delicious-looking she had to suck back a flood of saliva.
“Ohhh,” was all she could say, reaching out with trembling fingers to stroke feather-light down those marbled shafts. They twitched and jerked under her touch and Ocen’s mental voice was a wordless rough sound of pleasure. But at the base she discovered no sacks and touched the smooth crease curiously.
They are inside, he answered her unspoken question, his voice thick and gravelly.
She circled her fingers around the base of one cock, looking between all three admiringly. Her small hand could only grasp one at a time.