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I shouldn't be greedy, since I've already come, but I can't help it.
He lowers himself down, so deep I swear you can see the bulge of him low in my belly. He stares at me, eyes widening as I take the tip of his tail and place it over my used and still swollen clit. It feels better than a vibrator as it buzzes over the already tingly nerves.
"Use me, Sloane," he growls as he fills me to the hilt before withdrawing halfway. "Come over me, I want your cunt to devour me whole."
He thrusts hard, and I let some animalistic sound squeak out of me.
"You feel so fucking good," I praise the naga, letting go of his tail and digging my nails into his back. Unlike a vibrator, the tip of his tail doesn't fall away. Instead, his buzzing tip laps at my pussy as he fucks me, like a buzzing tongue.
I can't come again this quickly, can I?
Instead of trying to rationalize anything about this situation, I give in to the feelings. I trace along every sculpted scale of his back, memorizing the way it feels, each divot and point. The sensation of his skin is hypnotic, and I barely notice that I'm about to break, lost to every sensation.
But I do snap back just as everything tightens, his tail stroking over my clit in tandem with his huge, ridged cock filling every spare bit of space inside me.
And when he finally presses the rattling tip hard against me and gives me one long luxurious stroke of his cock, I shatter around him.
"So fucking tight for me," he coos as my greedy pussy tries to suck every bit of him in. His once soft lower cock swells, tapping at the entrance to my ass and unlocking nerves there I've never really used.
My eyes roll back in my head, but I feel a vibration over my lips. I can smell my scent on him, and I know that it's his tail without even opening my eyes.
I tongue it, tasting the salty mixture of the both of us that coats it. I suck his tail tip between my lips, and suck and stroke it. He told me it was sensitive, and I want him as much of a mewling mess as I am.
But as soon as I do, he pulls his cock quickly from inside me. When I open my eyes, he's stroking himself and watching as I suck off his tail.
"I am unworthy," he groans, pushing more of his tail into my mouth. I gag, but I don't stop. My tongue lathes over his scales, as his earthy taste fills my mouth. I love the taste of him, like some mineral I've been missing, like the smell of rain before the storm.
He doesn't close his eyes when he marks me with ropes of his cum. The hot liquid spills over my chest as he fucks his hand.
“You’re mine, Sloane,” he gasps, the words breaking from him like something torn loose from deep in his chest.
Then he collapses over me.
His arms cage me in against the floor, massive biceps braced oneither side of my head as he catches himself before crushing me completely. The weight of him still sinks into me—heavy, trembling, possessive—and I swear I can feel the frantic hammering of his heart through the heat of his body.
His tail slips slowly from my mouth.
Before I can even breathe properly again, it curls around my waist and pulls me flush against him, deliberate and unyielding. Coil after coil winds around us both until we’re wrapped together in the center of the cabin, tangled in warmth and shadow beside the dying fire like something sleeping at the heart of a den.
A nest.
Safe.
I don’t fight him.
I don’t want to.
Outside, rain murmurs softly against the roof while the fire crackles low and golden beside us.
Inside, there is only heat.
Only him.
His breathing gradually slows against my throat, deep and rough and satisfied, and I feel the occasional twitch of his tail where it remains looped possessively around my hips even in exhaustion.
We stay like that for hours—spent, tangled together on the floorboards while embers pulse dimly in the dark.
Just before sleep finally takes me, I drag my fingertips lazily over the smooth pattern of his scales, tracing every ridge and curve.
