Page 99 of Folds
"You've restored me, little human." He chuffs.
Bahtam takes his long green finger, curls the sharp nail into his palm, and traces my quickly swelling lips with his knuckle.
"You're soaking, dripping for me, aren't you?" he asks as he plays me like a fiddle.
"Uh, huh," I manage in slack-jawed awe.
He stops stroking me, only to slide me backward. I suck in a breath as the scales where I was just sitting part and his engorged cock pops free.
No, not cock.Cocks.
"Two?" I squeak, admiring how just one would be more than enough for me.
His knuckle drops lower, tapping slightly at my rear entrance before slipping between the cleft of my pussy.
"You have two wells, do you not?" He cocks his head, as ifof courseI'd be down to take him in both my holes.
"I, uh, I mean yeah, I guess that's technically right?—"
He pushes his lower blushed cock, veins throbbing, against me. He doesn't slide into my vagina or my ass, just rests his length—the tip nearly touching my belly button—between my folds, holding it there with a flat palm.
Even though he's warmed up since the crawlspace, his cock is still noticeably cooler than my own skin. The feeling of his chilled member against my clit is a like putting the tip of your tongue into a cone of ice cream—a little jarring but delicious.
But almost as if he's sucking the warmth straight from me, he warms to match my temperature quickly.
Bahtam starts slowly, his hips undulating as he strokes up and down between my lips. With each upswing, he hits my clit.
"Fuck, that feels good," I moan, moving my arms back and bracing myself against his tail behind my ass.
"You're not just warm," he pants as his other hand finds its way to his neglected shaft. "I expected heat, but this, this is different."
His lower cock moves, sliding through my labia with little resistance, pushing up against the sensitive nub of my clit. Each thrust has something deep inside me tightening. The length of him slides against my entrance, and it leaves sparks in its wake.
"It gathers," he growls, picking up the pace, his hips and his hand trying to match the speed of our need. "It sinks into me, like stepping into sunlight after an eternity of darkness… it shouldn't feel this good."
Bahtam's admission lingers as I'm unsure if I'll be able to make it much longer under his ministrations. I close my eyes and subconsciously scoot back, like my body is afraid to break in front of him.
But with a snap, the tip of his tail wraps around my torso, constricting me just enough not to move.
"Open your eyes, Sloane," he commands.
I obey, a slave to the pleasure.
"I want to feel your burning heat underneath me when you come, do you understand?"
"Yes," I pant, not needing to hold myself still because his tail is doing the job all on its own, the tip of which has started to snake its way around my neck.
His movements grow increasingly frantic—unpredictable, almost unraveling—yet his gaze remains unchanged. It cuts through me, cold and unyielding, like a shard of ice.
It's so fucking hot…
My whole clit throbs, and my inner walls bundle—readying themselves for that blissful contraction that my body is begging for. His shaft slides, sandwiched between my slick folds, hitting the overstimulated bud, and everything zeros in on the thunderclap that is my release.
My vision narrows as Bahtam continues. I grip onto the cool scales of his tail and ride out my wave of pleasure. I've ascended to some other plane when I feel the hot splash of his cum against my stomach. A well of his seed where my navel once was.
"Sloane," he grits as his lower cock throbs and sputters against me.
When I float back down to my body, I expect him to be still, lazy in the haze of his own orgasm. But he's not, his arm pumps his upper cock as hard as he did before.
