Jenna

JENNA

A m I dead? I’m warm, comfortable, and wet. None of those things are what I expected from the afterlife, but then I didn’t expect to die.

“Little sunray?” Azul’s deep, resonant voice has me opening my eyes.

I’m cradled in his arms, snuggled deep in his coils and I’m…naked.

“What happened?” I gasp, rasping out a cough which could put one of the mud larks on Britannia to shame.

“Why did you not tell me you were unable to swim?” Azul asks with pain in his voice.

“I didn’t think I’d have to…and anyway, when would I ever learn to swim? There wasn’t exactly a need for it in my life.”

“Why did you want to bathe?”

“Because I haven’t had the opportunity before,” I say, attempting to sound angry but instead sending myself into yet another coughing fit.

Azul shifts position, his coils running smoothly over my skin. I have to admit it feels nice.

“So, you’ll do anything for a new experience?”

“I’d rather not die.”

“I’d prefer not to have to save you every time either,” Azul says. “Perhaps next time you can inform me whether you have experience or not.”

“You…saved me?”

“Did you think I’d let you drown?” he says, hurt infusing his voice. “I did marry you after all.”

“For better or for worse,” I say, shifting my position as there’s something hard under my buttocks.

Azul furrows his brow.

“It’s ancient human…mating…ceremony words,” I explain. “For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health.”

Azul looks contemplative. “I rather like these words. Better than those in the Glycon ceremony.”

“What do they say in your ceremony?”

“We promise not to eat each other.”

“Oh.”

I wriggle again as the lumps get harder.

“Little sunray, if you continue to behave in this fashion, I will not be responsible for the mating which follows,” Azul says through gritted teeth.

“What do you mean…oh!” Something slippery slides under my thigh and it isn’t Azul’s tail.

It’s something else entirely, something thick, long, ridged, and it notches between my legs, stretching my entrance open.

“I know you do not want to mate me, my goddess, but by all the stars and the suns, I want to mate you. I want to fill you with my seed, mark you as mine, claim you with a mating bite,” Azul murmurs, his eyes glazed. “I want to lick out your cloaca until all you can see is stars, I want to be buried between your legs, have them wrapped around my head, squeezing me with all your desires.”

My core pulses and he slides a little farther into me.

This cannot be happening. Only it is. Azul has undone something within me, and for all my protestations, for all my determination over the past few nova-days to ignore how utterly sexy he is, with his broad chest and sinuous tail, here I am, in his arms, and mating is the only thing on my mind.

This is so wrong and yet I gaze into his amazing eyes, his jaw clamped together, the muscles ticking with his desire to hold back.

To wait for me.

Wait for me to tell him I want this to happen between us.

For all his bluster and bravado, Azul is not going to do anything unless I tell him…yes.

“Do what you want to me.” My voice is hoarse because what I want is this huge naga inside me.

Instead, he withdraws, and I moan at the loss of the huge appendage pressed into me.

“You need to be prepared, my goddess, to take my cocks and my seed.” He grins wickedly, uncoiling and uncoiling himself while keeping a firm grip on me.

Until I find him rising between my thighs. He rubs his hands along my legs and follows up with his forked tongue, lapping over my skin as his chest heaves.

“Your legs are delicious, little sunray,” he murmurs. “Such a perfect place for your cloaca to nestle, so easy to find, so accessible .”

“You like my legs?” I query.

Azul hooks one over his shoulder and trails a clawed hand up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my mound.

“I love your legs, the way they part to reveal such a tasty, tasty treat…your pretty fur…the way I can get access to my food,” he rasps before burying his head between my legs.

His forked tongue swipes up through my folds and sends me to the stars, double tongues working on me until Azul finds my clit, and I’m holding onto him for dear life.

“What is this sweet pearl?” he mumbles, mouth full of me.

“It’s…my…clit…” I manage to say between gasps. Azul has me riding his tongue in such a way I’m not entirely sure I’m in control of my body anymore.

Not only is control lacking but I’m pulsing and pulsing, not with an orgasm but with more and more moisture. I can feel myself widening, feeling empty, needing him inside me more than ever.

“Such a good girl,” Azul murmurs. “So full of slick for me. So fertile, so needy.”

I have questions, but they are licked away by his incredible, talented tongue. I feel his sharp fangs scraping over my tender folds and it is amazing. All I can do is hold on, hold onto him, my legs wrapped around him, and every time I squeeze, he groans my name.

“Are you ready to take all of me, little sunray?” he says into my pussy. “Are you ready to be impaled on my cocks?”

I can’t think straight as an orgasm crashes through me. Azul has strummed my body like he owns it, and I pulse over his tongue, my juices flowing from me like never before. Underneath, his body moves, slides, touches every part of me. He’s covering himself in what I’ve produced as he rears up and I see what was pressed into me.

Azul has two cocks side by side. They’re both huge, even bigger than I felt earlier. Beneath the larger of the two is a spiny lump, and my body pulses again, releasing another gush of wetness.

“What is it?” I gasp, unable to tear my gaze away as my body goes into overdrive.

“My knot, little sunray, and you’re going to take all of it.”