5. Five

five

I woke in increments. I knew I was in a cave with a beast at my back, but it felt so good. I couldn't remember a time I had felt so warm and safe. I hadn't been able to sleep in the cage, not really. We would take turns watching over each other, but none of us slept well or long.

Drym's chest rose and fell against my back, the rhythm steady. His arm caged me next to him, but it felt nice knowing anyone who came for me would need to go through him.

There was a hard length pressed against my ass. Surely it wasn't what I thought it was? I hadn't seen genitalia of any kind on any of them yesterday, and they hadn't been wearing clothes. It sure felt like a cock, though. A very long, very hard one.

Desire shocked me to stillness. I was getting aroused thinking about a monster's cock. I giggled.

What if it wasn't, though? What if it was just, I didn't know, a leg bone or something?

I slowly rolled under his arm, trying not to wake him up but wanting—needing—to get a look at what was poking at me. When it finally came into view, I gasped.

Definitely a monster's monster cock. It curled up toward his navel and was longer than any penis I'd ever seen—even in porn. I noticed the sides of a slit cradling the base. That must be why I didn't see anything before. They must be hidden inside when they weren't hard. It was thick at the base and tapered to a slight spade-shaped head, with short spikes running in a spiral along the entire length.

Were they hard or soft? What would that feel like inside me? Would it even fit inside me? Oh my god, what was I thinking?

My eyes flew up and I was pinned in place by his stare. My cheeks flamed. He'd caught me staring at his dick. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had to break the awkward silence, but I didn't think, "hey, can I touch your cock?" would be a good opener.

I swallowed. "Good morning."

He growled and moved. One minute, he was lying on his side behind me and the next, his entire snout was pressed against my pussy and he was inhaling great lungfuls of air.

I squeaked and pushed at his horns. "Hey! Hey! What are you doing?"

"Smells good. Delicious."

I quit my hands' useless attempts to push him off and covered my face.

He snuffled in closer. He practically had his nose inside me at this point. I'm sure he would have if I wasn't wearing underwear.

"Your pussy is delectable. I want to lick it."

His eyes were glowing when they looked up at me. My breath caught and my mouth went dry.

"Can I lick it?"

Oh, what the hell. How many times in a girl's life did a beast ask to lick her pussy? I would have laughed but as soon as I nodded he yanked my underwear down my legs and stroked his tongue through my slit. When it hit my clit I nearly levitated.

"Mmm, so good."

Warm flickers of his tongue popped my eyes open to see what was happening and, by all things holy, his tongue was forked.

He ate my cunt like a starving man who'd wandered the desert for months. His tongue dipped in and out, flicked inside me like nothing I'd ever felt and then licked in long strokes from stem to stern. Every time he hit my clit I gasped and twitched. It didn't take him long to figure out how to make me scream.

My walls clamped onto his tongue and he growled, pushing my orgasm almost to the point of pain. Oh, but it hurt so good.

Spent and panting, I threw my forearm over my eyes and groaned. Maybe I was disassociating because I'd just been through a very traumatic experience. Maybe I was in a coma and hallucinating the seven-foot-tall werewolf with horns and a forked tongue.

Whatever was happening, I knew one thing: I wanted to fuck this monster.

I pulled on his horns until he slid up to lie next to me. He licked his lips.

"None of the others smelled like you. None of the others made me want to taste. Why do you smell so good? Why do you taste like honeysuckle?"

"Um… probably because I'm turned on and you just gave me an incredible orgasm?"

His snout tipped down and he inhaled. "I want to do it again."

I grabbed his ear before he could move. "Hang on, big guy. I get to play too."

His head cocked in the most adorable way, betraying the canine portion of his DNA. I scooted until my hand brushed against his cock and he jerked. "Shh, it's okay."

He watched what I did with glowing eyes. I ran my fingers over his length, the skin warm and soft over a rigid core. The spikes were flexible, but not floppy. They felt like cartilage. My already drenched pussy flooded.

It wasn't easy to get a good grip on him with the spikes, but I figured out how to wrap my fingers between them and squeezed. I couldn't tell if his sharp intake of breath was pleasure or pain so I looked into his eyes and found them hooded. "Yes?" I asked.

"Yes," he groaned.

I twisted and slid my hand to his base before reversing course to the head. It was slick with pre-cum. I gathered it in my palm and let it ease my hand's movement. The third time I hit the base, I felt something new. The area around the upper edges of his slit opening was bigger. I got closer to get a better look at the now pronounced bump. I ran my fingers lightly around it and Drym gasped.

"What is this?"

"My opening. Our cocks stay hidden, like a dragon's."

"I gathered as much. I mean, why is this part getting bigger?" I was fascinated.

"That is my vestigial knot."

I stilled. "Your what now?"

He chuckled. "My vestigial knot. The scientists talked a good deal about our anatomy. The wolves they used for our DNA knot their partners, locking them together. We don't have a true knot, but we develop this bump at the top of our slits."

After a bit of mental calculation, I swallowed. That bump would be about clit level if they were to have penetrative sex. "How long does it stay?"

"I'm not sure. I've never come inside a partner."