Page 22 of The Emerald Boa's Lover
Like an Aztec God
Charlie
The next day.
“So let me see if I have this right in my head?” I ran a hand back through my windswept blonde hair and as I sat on the edge of my bed. Dalahan was being an adorable mess and I couldn’t look away. “This Gcorket is like the Ucfeni version of having a big party to celebrate going into your mating season?”
“It is a festival of fertility and mating, yes. It is our most abundant season and historically proceeds a boom in our females becoming gravid.”
“Well, a baby boom tends to happen when people mate like there’s no tomorrow.”
Dalahan giggled at me. He wasn’t denying it so I was right. This was a big party where everyone got their freak on. I mean, I’m not judging. It sounds like fun. “Is that why the clinic is closed for the next few days? Because everyone is going to celebrate Gcorket?”
“Yes. In the streets of every level, and especially at the event venues. Oh, but we’re going to thebestGcorket festival of all.”
“A huh.” I chuckled and watched as Dal fussed and slithered around the inner nest. He’d been like this since we got up this morning. After waking me with his mouth around my cock of course. Damn, such a nice way to wake up. He hurried us into the bathtub below and was frenzied with need. He nearly killed me, with the ferocity of his desire. He laid me out in the empty bathtub, put my dick back in his mouth, and pushed the tapered end of his cock against my lips. Man, I’m getting a semi just thinking about my first 69 with Dal. Fuck. The things he did to me with his tongue were sinful. It coiled up and down the length of my cock and the perfect suction of his gummy mouth sent me over the edge. I came long before he did, and he watched me greedily as I deep throated his green dick.
When he did cum it was like his whole body spasmed around me. He cried my name to the air and I had to hold his pelvis so he didn’t choke me. I swallowed as much as I could but his payload was just too much. I spluttered and Dal dragged me up his body kiss. We made out like that, his hands and tail caressing me everywhere and I made sure to stroke his cock until he came a second time.
Once he caught his breath, Dal declared that we needed to get ready, and became very practical about getting washed. I tried to get his head back were mine was by making a show of washing myselfthoroughlybefore him. He stared to ululate hungrily, but shook it off and pouted at me. That’s when he told me about today being Gcorket and that we had ‘much to do’ to get ready.
That’s why I’m now sat on the edge of my bed and watching Dal, chuckling as he bounced around the bedroom. He was searching with excitement for parts of the most flamboyant outfit I’ve ever seen. And I dated a Drag Queen once. Currently, my lover wore a canary yellow skirt made of four pieces of chiffon and held to his hips by a golden elastic. One piece covered his pouch, one fluttered on each hip, and another at his back. Not to cover his butt, as Ucfeni didn’t have one, but to draw the eye when he danced. Yet, I don’t think that’s going to be an issue as there are two plumes of yellow fluffy feathers making fans at either side of his hips. He also wore two long yellow arm sleeves that connected at the back across his shoulder blades. Each item had been stored in a different nook of the upper tier of his home, so watching him pinging back and forth looking for his outfit this morning had beenquiteentertaining.
“Yes indeed.” He grinned as he lowered down by my side to reach under my bed for something. “I own a lot of buildings in Orna and I have enough connections that I get invited to the palace for special events.” He lifted up and my jaw dropped as he pulled a harness onto his back. On his shoulders and shoulder blades were massive pointed feathers to give his upper body a wider frame. Again, in my head I imagined him dancing like a carnival King. “Your friend Billie will hopefully be there, being that her sponsor is one of the Royal Princes.” That thought hadn’t occurred to me and I beamed with my own excitement.
“Do you think I’ll get to talk to Billie? See how she’s doing?” I kicked myself for not getting her contact details before we were parted and I’ve worried about the kid ever since. There was nothing I could do about it, because I didn’t have her com-gem ID code, nor could I waltz up to the palace to ask to see her. But if we were both going to be at the same party? That would be perfect.
“Well, I could try and pull some strings for you.” He sang at me and coyly smirked at the excitement on my face. I raised a brow at the way he seemed to be posing for me before his throat scales darkened and he slithered back to his quest. I thought for sure his outfit was finished, but apparently not.
Dalahan giggled as he located an honest to god headdress from inside a cupboard high up in the ceiling. Drag Queens and Carnival performers would weep with envy at this thing. Golden sequins, gems, and a crown of yellow feathers arched upward. Yellow gold long feathers pointed up and softer yellow fluffy ones like those at his hips created a waterfall at the back.
Dalahan shot me a filthy look as he moved to ‘stand’ before me. Like he was crowning himself King of my pants. He raised the headdress with both hands and placed it on his head. Golden sequins rested in a V shape on his forehead and he smirked at my reaction. I’ve never been into camp and sparkly guys, and the drag queen I dated as a great guy, but I was never into getting up his skirt. But Dal? Fuck me. He was magnificent. Like an Aztec God had emerged from the jungle and required me to worship him dick first. I already knew he was going to have to wear this outfit for more for more than just today’s festival.
Dalahan’s tongue flicked out towards me and he hummed pleasantly. “It would seem Gcorket affects more than just the Ucfeni.” He made me jump when the tip of his tail snaked up between my parted legs to ‘palm’ at the bulge in my pants. “Gcorket first, Charlie, and then the frenzy later.”
“Frenzy?” My poor balls. “What do you mean frenzy?” He chuckled and withdrew his tail from my crotch, much to my disappointment. “Dal?”
“Ucfeni males display their prowess for their partners. By dancing or wrestling. Sometimes both. Traditionally females would choose their partner to nest down with for Gorcket. They taste their pheromones and observe their display before making a choice.”
“What about gay Ucfeni?” I asked and got to my feet. I can’t imagine I’ll be going to this party in my sleeping shorts.
“Why Charlie?” Dal turned to look over his shoulder and the brilliant yellow feathers jutting out from his harness. “What do you think I’ll be doing foryou?” I swallowed thickly as he swayed around to face me. He’d found another piece of his outfit and attached a series of golden chains to the left strap of his harness, and then to the right. The shortest chain looped across his pecks, and the longest of the six chains looped all the way down to his navel. “I’m going to dance for you until you are impressed enough to join me in the dance.”
Fuck me.
He gave me a prelude by raising his hands, shimmying his shoulders, and popping his hips to make his stomach undulate like a damn belly dancer. Feathers and chains fluttered and tousled with the movement and I strangled a desperate noise in my throat. “Then when we return to the nest we will mate. Repeatedly.”
“We could do that now?” I groan and shove my sleeping shorts down to show him I was ‘up’ for the task.
“No.” Dal licked his scaly lips and I was aghast! “The purpose of Gcorket is to put on an erotic display to—”
“You’ve succeeded.” I point down at my dick with both hands. “Come here.” He jutted his hips to the right and swung his tail around to ensnare my hips. My excitement was short-lived as he lifted me off my feet to hold me back from him. “Dal comeoooon.”I brace my hands on his tail and pout at him.
“…can you keep your hands to yourself?”
“Huh?” I look at the dark scales of his throat and the coy look in his eyes. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Because?” He sang and carried me through the air towards him. “If you promise not to touch me, I’ll help you out.” He giggled at me. I raised a brow, unsure what he was talking about, when he took hold of my wrists and made me hold onto the support beam above the bed. “If you touch me, I will stop. Technically we’re not supposed toindulgeat all during the day of Gcorket, but I suppose…we’ve already enjoyed each other once this morning.”
