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I blink slowly, catching myself up to the reality of his situation. Just because he came with one doesn't mean the other one is finished with me yet.
"Batham, do you want to fuck me?"
chapter four
The naga stills, and a sheer inner eyelid blinks slowly, and then again.
"Yes, but would you allow that?" He cocks his head, as if it's such a big ask given what we've already been doing.
"Uh, yeah," I say, looking down at my abdomen that's already slick with his cum. "But do me a favor and pull out? I'm not sure if we're even biologically compatible in that way…but better safe than sorry, right?"
I realize, mid-sentence, that somewhere along the line things have gone catastrophically off-script—because “please don’t nut in me, snake man” was not on my cabin trip bingo card.
"If that's your wish, Sloane," Bahtam says, with an air of disappointment.
Maybe he wasn't joking about the breedable bit then?
But that musing seems decidedly like a later problem for me, because right now I want one thing—well, maybe two things.
I see him gaze down at me, and his dick, and then back to my much smaller body.
"I could ride…I mean if you want me to…" I offer, realizing he might be worried about how well we're going to fit together. If I'm on top, at least I can control how deep Bahtam gets. And honestly, after dragging his massive body out from underneath the cabin, it would be embarrassing to stop now.
His golden eyes flash up. "Yes, I would like that." He doesn't wait and grabs me by the hips, pulling me up and forward until his softer cock is wedged between my cheeks and I'm hovering over his throbbing upper shaft.
There, in that moment, the absurdity of our situation melts away. Our weird meet-cute, the fact that we're total strangers, or that somehow the cabin left to me by my uncle has led to all of this.
No, right now, none of that matters.
The only thing racing through my mind is the throbbing cock that I'm about to push inside me.
I lean forward, putting my palms flat on Bahtam’s chest as he holds me up as if my curvy body is nothing but a pillow full of feathers.
I nod, and he loosens his grip, letting me take control—just how I like it.
I lower just enough so that his fat tapered head is notched between the folds of my pussy. The mingling of his jizz and my juices drip down his length, sluicing down his veiny, red cock.
I put more weight against his chest and drop slowly, letting him fill me centimeter by centimeter and savoring how delicious he feels as he enters me.
"Sloane," he groans. His hips drift up, pushing him past the tight ring of my entrance.
I suck in a breath and let the muscles of my inner wall clamp around him, milking his throbbing head for everything it's worth.
The sound he makes—a deep, resonant,thrumminggrowl that vibrates from his chest through the coils of his tail—feels like a victory. The velvety malachite of his scales presses cool and firm against my heated skin, a shocking contrast that only heightens every sensation.
"I need to be deeper," he grunts, shaking as if he's losing the last bit of control he's got. "I want to feel you, all of you."
I glance down between us and realize that he's not even halfway inside.
"Do you think you'll even fit?" I half laugh, half moan as I take even more of him.
"Do you think I could remain outside you, that I could resist the heat of your cunt as it pulls me deeper? I am nothing more than a planet in your sun’s orbit…I have no illusions of my control in this scenario. I am a slave to your warmth."
"Oh, fuck," I whisper as I widen for him, settling over the thicker part of his shaft. Even though I've barely moved, sweat beads at my brow, the exertion to take him all getting the better of me.
His ridged cock throbs hard, and Bahtam groans through his gritted fangs.
"I can't wait any longer," he tells me before snaking his tail tighter around me, the coil of which he uses to flip me onto my back all while he stays seated deep inside me. The tip of his tail shakes, flitting around my chest, vibrating with excitement—it gives me an idea.
