Page 37 of The Desert Prince's Jewel
“Fine,” I murmur, gulping as the slit at the apex of his lower half parts. “I want you too, okay. But we have to be quick. I need to tell you something. I’m going–”
He glowers at me, “Nowhere. It’s time to fuck me. You aren’t going back to him.”
Wait, what!?
The accusation that I’m cheating throws me off so much that I barely register his positioning me closer to his pocket. My shaft slides against his wet pocket, on the heads of his flaming orange-red dicks visible, and I shudder. I’ve done some freaky shit in my life. But this is a bit much even for me. Fucking a naga’s dick pocket wasn’t on my bucket list in life, but a win is a win, I guess.
“No, you will not fuck me like that, Mateo,” he grumbles, agitated by my stupidity, it seems. “I’m going to fuckyou.Again.”
I shudder as his dicks explode from their sheath. He reaches with his lower hands to force our shafts together. I’m sandwiched between the heat, moaning, as he strokes us until we’re slippery wet with pre-cum. He hisses, eyes darkening, as his fangs graze my neck mid-hickey. Like, visibly, Ranbir’s slit pupils are exploding as he pulls back.
“You are thinking of another partner, aren’t you? Your sweat smells sour again, even under the shower. Your scent is foreign.”
He says he smells me but doesn’t wrinkle his nose. Instead, he flicks his tongue against the nape of his neck. Can nagas read minds? Taste fear? Magic or not, he’s got the wrong idea. I glance at my wrist, my nails digging into his scales. That mark is back, and it’s shining bright white.
“You’ve got the wrong idea,” I murmur, before he leans in and lands the K.O. punch on me.
Ranbirkissesme. It’s short and sloppy; my teeth and his fangs are clacking just a bit. We recover, moving our heads and mouths, tongues swirling, uncoordinated. For a first kiss, it’spretty damn disastrous. But it doesn’t matter because he justkissedme!
“Only think of me, my mate, Mateo,” Ranbir says, a truly devastating line as he lifts me and, without much finesse, pushes his bigger dick inside of me.
Has he been sneaking glances at my romance novels over my shoulder at night or what?I think, panting as just the head and a bit of his shaft are enough to send me up and over the edge.
I cry out, wrapping my arms around his shoulder as I cum instantly. But he doesn’t stop, as I ride wave after wave of ecstasy. Ranbir fucks me through my orgasm as my cries weaken into whining, pleading for more. His thrusts are surprisingly shallow, and the orange hue of his girth is not even a fourth inside of me, his upper dick sliding against my spasming shaft. Ranbir’s being gentle, but it’s driving me up a wall. Literally.
Before I know it, my head is almost hitting the ceiling. I pant and plant my ass more firmly against his body by squeezing my thighs and legs around his waist, so that I can take more of his massive dick.
“Harder, faster,” I murmur, resisting the urge to add better and stronger to the mix so I can focus on taking him.
“No,” he says, holding me still as he drops to the tub, turns off the water, and slithers out of the bathroom with me impaled on his dick.
“W-why?” I ask as he takes me to the bed, with my back to the sheets.
“Because you’re going to feel every last inch of me tonight,” he says, arms bracketed on either side of my face so he can look at me.
Ranbir drops down until our soaked foreheads rub together. His tongue flicks out to swirl soothing circles on my fang-pierced lips from our sloppy kiss. I want to kiss him again. The urge is sudden and vicious. I want to kiss him and drive my bluntedteeth into his lips until he bleeds. Until Ranbir pleads for more. Instead, I plant a tender kiss on his lips as he tangles us in the sheets and his tail.
“You’re so warm,” he whispers, rocking his hips again, his pace too steady and slow for my liking, too intimate for me to hide from my swelling emotions.
“And you’re still so cold,” I murmur back, enjoying the fusion of our temperatures melting into bliss.
“Mine…” Ranbir begins, voice cracking on a moan. His forked tongue swirls in my ear before he sucks the lobe. “Gods, you feel so wonderful. You take me so well. You were meant for me,” he says, then crushes me to his chest.
Here it comes. He’s not fully inside of me, having pushed his large dick into me once more. But it’s swelling thick and hot, and he’s going to cum, I just know it. I wait for the sensation, for the pressure of his dicks to be replaced as he fills me to the brim with his cum. Instead, he pulls out and coats the bed.
“Um…” I say, amazed as I sit up, that all of that ever fit inside of me as his dicks slowly retract into their slit.
“I’ll clean this up later,” he murmurs. Housekeeping having to wash out a massive cumstain is the biggest of our problems.
Instead of basking in the afterglow, Ranbir visibly wilts. His eyes are locked on my wrist. I rub it self-consciously. And then, oh right! Shit, shit, sthi!
“Ranbir, we have to go to Tartarus tonight! Jaideep–”
The vicious hiss he releases makes me flinch. But I hold my ground.
“Listen, man, I’m not fucking some random guy named Jaideep. I’m talking about Jaideep Singh! you’re… Wait. Oh fuck. Oh shit.”
Ranbir’s jaw drops at his last name. It drops so low it honestly creeps me out, but then I remember how he can suck my dick without gagging and that he is part-snake.
