10. Nick

Dear God, she is breathtaking in the weirdest way possible. I never thought my brain would short circuit at the sight of her lifting her tail, exposing herself to me, but alas, here we are. In the heart of the lagoon, in a pond far from Sugardove City where, up until a week ago, I lived and worked.

Strange how quickly things can change.

Oona’s beautiful, hazy eyes draw me in and threaten to never let me go again. I’d love nothing more than to wrap her legs around me and carry her to a bed—a real bed, with a real mattress. She deserves that much. But we make do with what we have, I suppose.

Besides, I won’t lie to myself, I don’t think I could lift her.

I step toward her, and she wraps her tail around my leg to ground herself. Then she leans back against the water’s edge and parts her thighs for me. She seemed to understand my praise earlier, so I brush my hand across the inside of her thigh, kiss it gently, and murmur, “Good girl. You’ll have to teach me how to say that in your tongue later.”

Oona’s lashes flutter in such a womanly, human way that my heart skips a few beats. I step between her massive thighs—they’re large enough to crush my skull should she want to—and fist my over-eager cock. Then I press the head against her center and tease her opening, watching her yellow eyes flicker to orange, then red.

“I love your eyes,” I whisper. “I love that they change colors with your moods. Helps a lot,” I add with a chuckle. She blinks, not understanding me.

The yearning for a full, real conversation with her burns in my chest, and I shove the feeling aside to sink into her. Slowly, so as not to startle or hurt her, and—oh, God. I plant one of my palms in the grass to steady myself. My muscles tighten, exposing the veins in my forearm. She’s so tight. I clench my jaw as I sink further into her cunt, and she lets out short, ragged pants.

Our eyes lock, and I murmur, “Okay?”

Oona nods. “Yeah. Okay,” she answers back.

We’re both here. We both want this. Overthinking the situation would be a foolish thing to do, right?

I move my hips back and forth, grinning as her small breasts jiggle with my movements. It doesn’t bother me even for a second that she’s so much larger than I am, but it is making sex a little cumbersome. Normally, I’d pick my partner up and move her around the bed without effort. But I can’t do that with Oona, who is probably double my weight. It just means we need to be more creative, which I definitely don’t mind. Experimenting could be a lot of fun with her.

Oona’s cunt holds my cock in a vice, so much so that drawing it back to slam into her again takes some effort.

“You’re so….” I plant my other palm on her stomach, just above her navel, and stroke the scale-less part of her skin with my fingernails. “Tight,” I grind out as sweat runs down my neck. Despite the coolness of the water, fucking her is proving to be a workout.

My hips slam against her cunt, and she lets out a deep, throaty moan that almost makes me come right then and there. No, not yet, please not yet. There’s still so much of my big lizard queen I need to explore, goddammit. But I’m shuddering. My legs can barely hold me upright anymore, and my arms are quaking as I steady myself on her tight abdomen.

Her tail unwraps from around my calf and slides up to my balls, teasing them. I suck in a deep breath as a shudder tears through my body and I slowly withdraw from her. Precum spills from my tip and onto her inner thighs, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she watches me curiously.

Oona props herself up on her forearms and smirks. “Nick, come here,” she says, patting the grassy spot next to her side. “Come here, lay in the grass.”

Now how could I possibly say no to her when she asks me so sweetly like that? Besides, as painful as it is to admit, I need the break. I slide across the damp grass, letting the droplets from my hair run down my shoulders and back. I’m ready to spoon-fuck her, but Oona doesn’t give me the chance to get my arm around her. In a single fluid motion, she’s on top of me and pinning my arms above my head.

My heartbeat rails against my chest, but I’m not afraid. I stare up into her dark red eyes and swallow as she holds my wrists together in one of her hands—as she sinks down onto my cock, taking me inch by inch.

“Spread your legs for me,” she says in her language. I only understood the words “legs” and “for me,” so I open my legs up wide. Oona releases my wrists and uses her hand to guide my knees back to my chest. My eyes widen when I realize what she’s doing. A position I haven’t even tried yet, and she’s moving into it like it’s second nature to her. Oona carefully wriggles into a straddle on top of me and starts bouncing on my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I growl, and Oona’s own breathing becomes labored, like she’s trying to keep herself from making too much noise.

She lifts a claw to her lips and shushes me. We need to be quiet. Wouldn’t want to draw the attention of predators while we’re distracted. I nod to show her I understand, and she continues bobbing up and down on my dick.

Yeah, she’s heavy, but this is hardly the pelvis-shattering experience I expected. Or maybe that’s still coming. I don’t know how her species mates, and to be honest, I don’t really care right now. What I care about is making her happy, and if I get off in the process, that’ll be a pleasant bonus.

But then she grinds against me just a little too hard, and I sink down into the soft dirt. All the air presses out of my lungs as she shifts her body weight. Sensing my discomfort, she freezes.

“Was that bad for you?” she says, her voice breathy and soft. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” I say with a wince. “But maybe just take it easy on me, okay?”

She blinks as she stares down at me, like she’s not sure if she should hop off my dick or keep going. I pat her thick, muscular thigh and swallow. “Might be better if I’m on top of you.”

As much fun as the Amazon position is, unfortunately, the chance that I’m smashed into pieces is not zero. She doesn’t get the memo, though, as she’s too distracted and she probably didn’t understand anything I just said.

But despite feeling like my chest is about to cave in, this is pretty nice. More than nice, I feel my own orgasm building, and I find myself bucking my hips along with her. Damn, I wish I had the use of my hands right about now. I’d love to take her breasts into my palms. Play with them. Tease them.

Oona’s eyes snap open. She releases my arms to dig them into the soft earth beside my head, and then she collapses.

Not on top of me, thank fuck, because she had enough rational thought left over to roll onto her side. She lets out a powerful, deep roar as her tail thrashes in the grass, and I have to roll away to avoid being squished. Then hot, thick liquid erupts from her cunt with such force my jaw falls open. I foolishly sit up and hover near her to place my hand on her shoulder, and when she rolls toward me, some of her cum shoots at me.

In my fucking eye.

It doesn’t burn like I expect it to. In fact, my eyesight sharpens almost immediately. Suddenly, I can see individual insects on a tree more than twenty feet away. What the fuck?

Oona gasps and covers her mouth in horror as she watches me wipe my eye. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry!” she says over and over again, and I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but laugh.

I pull her in tightly to my chest for a hug and stroke her back as I hold her. “Shh. It’s okay, sweetheart. Sex is messy,” I say in English.

Oona’s entire body tenses against mine. Of course she’s mortified, but she doesn’t need to be. I’ve never been with a woman who could squirt before.

“Healing saliva and magical cum, huh?” I murmur as I continue to stroke her back. “God, you’re like one of those damn internet ads. ‘Doctors hate her for this one neat trick!’”

Oona grumbles against me. I brush my lips against her gills. I’m going to have an interesting wank later, that’s for sure. Not that I mind, because this was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had in my life.

I kiss her again, only this time on her lips. She kisses me back, letting her forked tongue wrap around mine. It’s weird, yes, but it’s a good kind of weird. Oona tastes like cool, fresh water, rose petals, and … something else.

Mine. She tastes like mine.