39. Ree

39

Ree

I've never had so many orgasms so close together.

Each more intense than the last.

The feel of his scales inside me was just on the very edge of too intense. Just on that knife's edge of pain in a way that drove me up and crested me over in no time.

Now I'm waiting in anticipation, not knowing what to expect from an alien cock. Trusting him to know if he would hurt me and so just making myself stay kneeling as he teases me with his hands.

I get impatient and growl at him.

A moment later comes the stinging whip of his tail against my ass, pulling a high-pitched moan from me, then again when it is repeated on the other side.

He goes back to rubbing me where he made contact, the light tugs of his scales even more noticeable on the extra sensitive skin.

I'm ready to growl at him again and take the punishment when I finally feel his fur tickling against my thighs and back.

It sends a shiver through me. He tips his weight forward, one arm caging me on the left. He uses his other arm to pull back on my hip, moving me into position and pressing against me.

I'm not sure what to expect, since he has so much fur and even though I've tried to take surreptitious looks, I've seen nothing that looked like external genitalia. Nothing that would have swelled into the hard member I felt between my legs in the tree.

When he rocks into me, causing my legs to part wider, I don't feel fur up against me, but what feels like the same rough skin he has around his mouth and whiskers.

He rocks into me, the roughness of his skin getting covered by my wetness and creating a delightful friction.

His arm is still holding his weight to the side of me, his other one pulling me back into him with a tight grip, both of the thumbs of that hand digging into the flesh of my hip.

Then I feel the slow glide of scales followed by fur snaking along my lower ribs, circling around my waist, then between my breasts, before moving up and around my throat.

He moves his other arm to the opposite side, caging and covering me. At the same time, his tail constricts around me, holding me tight around all but my neck, although with enough pressure on the latter that it makes my heart gallop.

Then he mostly holds us still, except for small rolls of his hips that continue to rub him against my core.

It's beyond anything I've ever experienced with a lover.

I just let all thoughts of what might be—or what could be different—dissipate and focus on the sensation of him grinding into me. I'm enjoying the beginning of an orgasm starting in my belly and then hyper focus when I feel an increased pressure against me and the glide of skin moving in opposite directions toward the outside of each ass cheek.

It pulls them apart as a wet heat moves against my opening.

His tail tightens even more, locking me to him as he penetrates me a millimeter at a time.

He's enormous. Much larger than I realized when he was trapped between my thighs when he was dreaming.

Had he moved this slowly with his tongue I would have been growling at him by now, but I'm thankful he's allowing my body to adjust slowly.

I feel fuller than I ever have, but he just keeps coming.

He presses against the opening of my womb, still pushing in, some of the pleasure giving way to pain, but my body just keeps adjusting.

My medical brain can't help but rise to the surface when he can keep slowly sliding into me far longer than should be possible.

This must have been what the genali meant when they said I would change in order to be more desirable.

I'm stuck between awe and a rising panic when he stops. He rocks into me with his hips in small little movements, groaning.

Now that he is fully seated I can't decide if I'm relieved or disappointed.

When he slightly loosens his tail's grip on me and moves gently in and out, pausing to grind against me each time he fully seats inside me, I stop thinking about it.

By the time he is pulling his huge girth back out to the point of almost coming out of me and then gliding all the way back in, my world has narrowed to just that one thing.

His ever-present purr is mixed with a growl now. "You are so wet, sweet one."

He pushes back into me, his movements becoming more forceful and bringing a low moan each time he hits against my body's limit.

He pounds into me harder, continuing to talk but with each word said in the rhythm of our bodies slapping together. "So. Hot. So. Wet. So. Tight."

Considering the differences in our heights I'm not even sure how he does it, but I suddenly feel his teeth pressing against my right shoulder. All three rows are digging in just enough to make my heart pound, but not enough to cut me.

Then his hips pinion his giant cock into me, his tail holding me in place so each rapid pounding comes with maximum impact.

Only my breasts are bouncing. His tight hold not letting any of the force of his impact be lost.

My orgasm crashes over me without warning, sending a shock wave across my body and leaving me incapable of thought for a few moments.

When I come back to myself, his tail is holding my weight and he is pumping into me so hard and fast there is almost no time between the slapping sounds of our wet bodies colliding.

Then his thrusts become more erratic and he is clamping down harder on my shoulder as it absorbs the sound of his roar.

The increased pressure helps tip me over the edge again.

This time we both sink to the ground, neither of us capable of staying upright.

He shifts forward with me, keeping himself locked inside of me as I rest my chest on the cool stone, my ass still raised. The feel of it is welcome against my heated body.

Thivoll holds enough of his weight off of me to avoid crushing me, but otherwise drapes over me, panting.

I'm twitching around him still and he is just as full and erect within me after several minutes.

Then he takes a deep breath, licks the back of the shoulder he recently had caged in his teeth, and starts to pull back out of me.

He is still locked tight against me, the hold incredibly intimate. He's still licking my shoulders and the back of my neck as I feel the skin of his sheath close, no longer pushing my ass cheeks open.

He shifts to the side, then uses his tail to spin me and pull me up on top of him. I let out a contented sigh and bury my face into his fur.

He tightens his arms around me and his purr starts up again as I drift to sleep.