55. Drasuk

55

Drasuk

When she takes all of me, I finally stop worrying about hurting her and focus solely on the pleasure. Her taste is still in my mouth, driving me into this frenzy, as I slide back out, her tight channel squeezing me just how I hoped it would when I mapped her depths with my tongue.

That pleasure was nothing like this. I take a long moment to simply grind against her, enjoying how, even in this, she matches me by pushing back, increasing the pleasure of the connection.

Then I glide out, and back in. Slowly at first, but she urges me faster. Then faster. And next harder, until I am holding her small hips in a tight grip, planting my back limbs to increase my power, and pounding into her.

Each collision brings a cry of pleasure from her that increases my own. Long moments of bliss later, I can feel my seed gathering, but I hold it back, continuing to pump into her until I hear a keening wail to signal that she is open for my seed.

Then I loosen my control, my movements becoming more erratic, my mind searing with the pleasure ripping up my tail and fizzling along my spikes until it bursts out of me. A roar bellows out with it.

I hold her to me, both of us panting. She shifts forward slightly, but I hold her tightly so she doesn't injure herself as my knot finishes expanding.

"Oh. What's... Oh, fuck. That's..."

She devolves into moans as I tie us together, allowing me the pleasure of caressing her spikes, enjoying the combination of red and blue, despite myself, without her trying to escape. Not that she seems to mind.

"Now I understand the shape of your completely amazing, totally worth being arrogant about, cock, Drasuk."

I rumble out my agreement. "Well, had I known this was what it took for you to see how right I always am, we would have done this a lot sooner."

"Shut up, lizard dork, and keep petting me."

"Did you hit your head, too? Even admitting to your pet status? I'm shocked."

She starts laughing and doesn't seem to be able to stop. A few breaths later, I join her.

Once my knot allows movement, I move us back toward the water, sliding out of her with a pleased groan.

We will have to do that again as soon as possible. I let a chuckle out at the thought of how little it took for Kira to convince me of her human approach to pleasure.

Maybe there is something drakonids have wrong. Even we can be mistaken about something.

Kira is limp in my arms as sit down in the warm water, my tail finding the same rock to wrap around for better balance. I position her so her legs are spread against my stomach and knead her lovely, soft rear.

She rouses from her stupor. "Oh, that reminds me. Do you feel a tail developing? Tell me it is so."

I reach farther up and confirm what I thought I glimpsed earlier. "Yes, you have a little hatchling stump."

"Damn. Not orange and furry, then?"

"No. It is blue. You will have my tail on you, and you should be proud of it."

She laughs. "Oh, I'll be proud. I just liked the idea of venom."

"I suppose I can't argue with your reasoning," I concede.

"Speaking of weapons, did we gather them from the draks we killed?"

She has one hand rubbing at her forehead and the other reached around to scratch at her growing tail.

"We didn't, but we can do that now. Is that an incoming change on your head?"

She pulls a face. "Probably your spikes, yeah."

"Good. Maybe I can finally make sense of what's going on in your mind if they shift."

She growls at me, but doesn't comment. "Let's go get weapons and track down the others."

It doesn't take long to return to where we ambushed the traitors. Scavengers have already been at them, but their gear is still intact. Kira lets out her 'kitty call' while I start stripping the bodies of anything useful, making sure to first retrieve Kira's sword.

Soon after, the two humans are chatting, mostly about tails, and Thivoll and I are figuring out how to repurpose some of the armor to fit his different anatomy. I'm ambivalent as I put on Xar'Ar'ax's Maj'Ras armor.

He no longer had a right to it, but this isn't how I would have preferred to regain my protective under-plating, wrist-blades, and spear. His neck was also shorter than mine, so it doesn't fit as well as my own set.

Lost to the slimes forever, most likely.

A glance over at Kira and the joy on her face as she mimics with her hands what she thinks she'll be able to do once she has a tail, and it suddenly doesn't matter.

This is all I need to protect her. I will make sure of it.