Page 51 of Bloody Bargain
“Should I? Are you certain?”
She bared her teeth and waded closer. “Of course. I want this, this–”
My tongue flicked against her thigh like a slap and she jerked back with a shocked gasp. I chuckled, bending my head closer until my snout was pushed up against her breasts.
“I’m not questioning your determination.”I sighed a moan that vibrated her skin and the water around us like the head of a drum.“But I do not want to kill you either.”
Tessa swallowed audibly. The wound on her forearm stitched closed, one last drop falling on my scaled snout. She rested her knife above my nostrils, staring into one of my eyes since she couldn’t see both sides of my head at once.
“I’ve accepted every nightly visit,” she said quietly. My ters jumped, remembering how I writhed within my caldera, maddened by the fact that I pleased her, tasted her, heard her, but could notfucking touch her.“I don’t get wet in the rain anymore. And I heal fast on my own.” She pumped her fist, holding up her arm for me to see. “Almost as quick as you, D’abel. If I’m not ready now…” Her expression darkened. “I won’t ever be.”
Without warning, Tessa sliced her knife across the soft scales of my muzzle and bent her mouth to the wound. My scales and spines stood on end, sparks of need exploding through my veins as she sucked with her little mouth, smearing her nose and chin and cheeks in black.
In a disorienting flash, my forelegs were gone. My spirit condensed into the form Tessa knew best. My spines became blunted vertebrae, my shadows dissipated, my claws retracted. Long silvery tresses grew from my head, as cool as the sea mist. The vacuum of her mouth had forced the change, and I fell tail first into the water.
Instantly, the ecstasy I’d felt at the contact of her mouth was tenfold, and the slice across the bridge of my nose throbbed, nearly as sensitive as my cockheads. The most concentrated version of myself was made for her ministrations, trained to anticipate her touch, her sounds, her breath. My blood roared hotter than boiling geothermal tubes and my ters swelled until the kiss of cold air on its length was excruciating.
That torture was nothing compared to the look of hunger on mine Tessa’s blood-smeared face. She stood above me, knife in one hand, black dripping off her chin, with pupils so dilated that the stormy brown of them was too thin to see. Her tongue darted between her open lips, licking me off her face slowly, as if she was caught in a trance, staring at the hard length between my legs. I groaned in appreciation and pleasure.
Who knew a man could come simply from his woman’s glare?
“Do you still think I’m not ready?” she asked in a sultry, challenging tone.
I squeezed the doubled girth of my ters, spreading my legs open as the water lapped at my hips, giving her a show. My ters was different from a human’s cock—a velvety sheath covered two long, slender shafts fused together and dotted with soft spikes that swelled and tingled. I pumped my fist once and pearlescent seed slipped over my clawed thumb. Tessa swallowed, mesmerized by the sight.
I panted in anticipation and wrapped the tip of my tail around her ankle.
“There’s only one way to find out.”
When I yanked her forward, she fell to her knees in the tide between my legs, a spray of cold ocean waters dowsing us both. Her knife clattered over my hip and she threw her palms out to catch herself, mouth only a delectable inch from my ters. It throbbed in greeting as the full length of my tail slid between her thighs, delighting in the feel of her petal-soft folds against my scales.
“Fine,” Tessa bit out, crawling up my hips. Her soft belly brushed my cockheads and I moaned, muscles tense. She pushed my shoulders into the sand, and though her expression was set with vitriol, it wasn’t for me. It was for everything around us. The way we’d been pushed together for survival. The other paths we’d given up. It was spite for the sake of our souls, and I savored it.
She cared so deeply.
Not that she would admit it. It was a character flaw I richly enjoyed.
White-hot ecstasy drove all thought from me as she squeezed my length in her too-small hand to determine how best to guide me inside her. She twisted her grip and my back arched, split tongue spilling from my serpentine jaws. I curled my tongue around her other wrist as she pushed her heels into the sand on either side of my hips and angled my ters towards her human sheath.
Tessa paused with a crease in her brow. Perhaps she needed a little coaxing. Wanted a little show. My tail crept up her thigh and she locked her stare with mine. I pressed the tip into her channel and instantly my scales shivered. Her body was like the Earth’s core, molten and crushing. I pushed deeper, until I found something akin to a stone and tried to nudge it aside.
She gasped, jerking away as she clutched my tail. “Stop! You shouldn’t try to move that. It’s my cervix.”
Her neck? Or it could mean head, horn… Realization bloomed and my stare drifted down to the space below her navel. It was the entrance to her womb. “Yourneckis quite short,” I hissed hungrily.
“Yeah, well, it stretches.”
My eyes flicked to hers. Mine Tessa was defensive because she felt fear. What if this were all a frivolous attempt and my ters could not fit? She would have made her heart vulnerable for nothing.
I brushed my claws down her forearm and settled back in the sand. Rather than pushing my tail deeper, I curled it like a corkscrew. Filling, filling, filling… Tessa’s walls pushed back as the knot of my tail increased in size, and her breath hitched. She pressed the pommels of her hands into my chest and moaned.
My vision pulsed from that one lovely sound. I could have spilled across my own abdomen for hearing it again. It was the wordless plea of a soul as cracked and famished as mine.
Experimentally, I tugged on my tail. She swayed but the knot remained, butting up against her pelvic bone. I gripped her biceps to steady her and gently pressed the knot in further.
Tessa’s eyes rolled back and her nostrils flared. “Oh my god…”
I tightened my abdomen and curled myself up, pressing my forehead to hers as I rocked my tail back and forth within her. I held her head against mine with a snarl.
