38. Thivoll

38

Thivoll

Humans are confusing, with all of their mixed signaling and facial expressions that mean different things at different times.

I shake my mane and push those thoughts aside so I can get back to making sure I am the one who gets to be demanding.

Ree said I could decide and my mind has been obsessed with the idea ever since the venom bliss hit again.

I didn't even bother climbing down the cliff to see if any of the hunter's supplies survived the drop.

I remind myself of my goal. I am going to taste her. I shift farther down her body, sad to be leaving her breasts, which are so delightfully malleable. The salt of her skin and her sweet musk inviting me to linger, but I move on.

She is still covering her legs with nanoweave and it simply will not do. "Make it recede everywhere but your back," I growl at her.

My cock is partially extruded, no longer willing to be contained now that she is under me, but I ignore it for now.

I pull in a deep breath as the black fabric recedes, her musk making my cock jump and my mouth water. I settle between her legs, then use my hands to push them farther apart.

I love the feel of her soft skin, but leave the wonder of such large expanses of it available for licking for future exploration.

Right now I'm fascinated by the sight of her core.

It's wet and smooth, with folds that invite me to delve into them to find out their secrets.

And so I do, gently exploring her with the tips of my fingers, taking careful note of the response of her body. She especially likes when I glide over the semi-rigid structure right above her opening, so I decide to focus my efforts there.

I lean forward, taking one last breath to savor the anticipation and then lick her gently and slowly. She writhes under me, making more of her pain sounds that she says mean pleasure.

Her taste is indescribable.

Complex, sweet, tangy, and I want more.

I move her folds to the side and take another long lick. Then another. I get lost in the taste, only vaguely hearing her make another one of her long pain sounds, her body tensing up again.

Right after a flood of her juices move over my tongue and I feel like I've found a delectable secret.

It leaves me greedy for more and I pull my tongue from its flat positioning and in on itself so I can start gently prodding it against her opening.

"Oh. Yes, Thivoll."

She breaks back off into moaning as I delve increasingly deeper inside her, my cock throbbing now and fully extruded.

My tongue reaches a terminus and I'm distracted for a moment by the disappointment that she won't be able to fully take me, but push the thought aside so I can keep lapping her up.

I get lost in the experience for a while, though I move my hands at one point to keep her writhing under control enough so I can keep roving my tongue along the smooth walls of her channel. Suddenly it occurs to me that my tongue is deeper than it was before.

I almost spill my seed just thinking about how malleable she must be inside.

My cock is thicker than my tongue, and so I pull it back out of her and test how much she can accommodate by lapping at her bud as I push a finger inside her, very careful to keep my claws sheathed.

"Holy shit, Thivoll. Your scales."

I pull back out, concerned I've hurt her.

She growls at me. "No! Back in."

This time I push two of my big fingers inside, her juices easing the passage and her walls quickly stretching for me.

I keep licking her, pumping those two fingers in and out until she shudders again. I pull my hand away and lap greedily at the gush, then try to push three of my fingers back in.

A moment of disappointment is followed by the realization that she has muscles that clench and then release when my fingers suddenly glide into her.

I growl, needing to know how that feels with my cock deep inside her.

I wait a moment then ease those three fingers farther inside, waiting between the contractions of her muscles to keep gaining ground.

When she stretches again my cock twitches, knowing it's possible and no longer wanting to wait to feel how her slick heat will feel mixed in with my own juices.

"I want to mount you, my Ree."

She pulls her head up from the nest of her hair, which is fanned around her and mussed by her moving her head back and forth.

"Good. I want you inside of me. Right now."

I push back from her. "On your knees."

She scrambles upright, flipping over and then pushing up and rocking back so I have a full view of her. I'm momentarily distracted by seeing her juices flow out again, wanting to lap them up, but I simply enjoy the view.

It's a shame she doesn't have a tail to wrap around me and anchor me to her, but there is also nothing creating a barrier between us.

Nothing to stop me from burying myself fully inside her, hopefully stretching her little by little until she can take every bit of my throbbing cock.

I take a moment to explore her ass, delighting in how it is just as malleable as her breasts.

And that I can pull each cheek away and see her opening, even more mysterious and inviting than when she was spread out before me.

I focus on willfully pulling my cock back into my sheathe, wanting the pleasure of grinding against her and then extruding into that wet heat bit by delicious bit.