56. Thivoll

56

Thivoll

I might die. Or be reborn. I'm not sure which.

I just know I never want her to stop. She's looking straight into the very depths of me as she moves her mouth over the end of my cock.

I know what she meant now about the unknown being difficult.

Part of me is scared, since no manticorid would ever think of extruding into three rows of jagged teeth. This is unfamiliar territory, but I trust her.

That trust is rewarded by sensations I never knew even existed.

Her blunt teeth lightly scrape me and her tongue explores what it can reach, spending extra time on the sensitive nodules at my tip, swirling around them in a way that makes me want to explode far, far too soon.

My own mouth drops open in shock and then I let out a long guttural moan when I feel a pulling sensation from her mouth.

Another thing my species is incapable of doing.

She stops sucking, swirls her tongue around me, and then pulls again. This time I feel the sensation all the way to the base of my tail and I have to keep myself from thrusting up into her mouth.

She can't take much of me inside it and I don't want to hurt her.

When she pumps her hands up and down my length in time with her sucking, my head drops back and I lose some of that careful control, my hips thrusting forward slightly each time I feel the pull of her mouth.

I'm existing in some sort of floating bliss state where I'm balancing the desire to embrace what she's doing while also holding back from pumping my seed into her mouth when she shifts again.

She crawls forward over me, my cock dragging over her wet heat, and then her breasts are dragging over my scales.

She moans at the contact and keeps crawling until she can reach my muzzle with her mouth. She leaves light kisses near my whiskers as she pets them.

"Put your hands on my breasts."

I shake myself out of my stupor and follow her orders. Squeezing each one together with a thumb on each side of her mounds.

She goes back to kissing me, each long stroke of her hands on my long whiskers making me want to bury myself deep inside of her.

Unfortunately, she's too far up my chest to accomplish that, straddling me with her knees in a way my species could never accomplish.

My hands are busy, but I realize my tail has just been laying limply to the side as I got lost in the sensations.

I snake it around behind her, pushing it between us so the side of the scaled ovoid pushes up against her wet heat.

She stops kissing me for a moment, looking down between us. I twitch the end of my tail in a steady pattern.

One that compliments the kneading of my hands on her breasts.

She shivers and lets out a moan, and then goes back to kissing me, the pressure of her mouth increasing.

Soon after she uses her tongue to explore the sensitive base of each whisker. My cock jumps and my tail picks up speed.

A moment later she makes her pain-pleasure sound, leaning back and tensing up. I'll never tire of how her face looks when I pleasure her.

Or the dazed look in her eyes afterwards, but she doesn't stay that way for long.

Instead she's moving backwards, leaning forward slightly and pushing herself back against my engorged cock.

I can still feel her twitching as I glide inside her. She sits back on me for a long moment and then uses her body to rock forward and back in a steady rhythm.

Each time my breathing gets ragged and I'm bucking my hips erratically she slows, pushing her weight back and grinding into me until I calm again.

On the third repetition I get impatient and move my hands down to her waist, prepared to keep her rocking.

She snaps her teeth at me and I hastily return my hands to her breasts.

She must like my idea though, because she changes her angle and starts slamming her rear down into me. I catch on to her rhythm and rise to meet her on each downward movement.

She loses her pace not long after, a keening sound coming from her and I take the opportunity while she's distracted to grab her hips.

I raise her up and down three more hard times as I pump myself up into her before I join her with a quickly cut off roar of my own.

She turns limp, melting down onto my chest with me still throbbing inside of her. I let my arms go slack at my sides, but use my tail to caress her back.

When I considered the possibilities afforded by her radically different anatomy I had no idea it could be this pleasurable.