Page 35 of My Big Scaly Alien Naga
“Yes, but I can still control it,” I said hoarsely.“But what is getting harder to control is the urge to bite you.”
Her breath caught.
I felt her heartbeat against my chest.Strong.Not panicked.Excited.
“Would it hurt?”she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
I closed my eyes.“Not in the way you think.But it would mark you.Permanently.I don’t want to take that from you without knowing you want it.”
She was silent for a long moment.Then she leaned forward, her forehead resting against mine.
“The chii have already marked me.They didn’t ask for permission.I appreciate you did.And you’re right.I don’t know if I want that.But I also don’t want you to stop touching me either.”
“Touching?”I asked hoarsely.
“Maybe more.”Her gaze flicked down my body, as if searching for my cocks.
My restraint snapped – not into violence, not into frenzy.But into action.
I shifted, laying her gently down on the folded coils of my tail, cushioning her from the cold metal floor.She gasped as I wrapped her in my body – not trapping, just holding.Secure.
The blankets pooled around us like a cocoon.
My hand slid along her side, down to her thigh.She shifted, opening herself to me, her body inviting, warm, human – and mine.
And slowly, reverently, I let myself respond.
One cock extended, sliding free from the protective slit at my groin.Just one.The one I could choose.
The other stayed hidden.
And for now… that was enough.
Clare was beneath me, nestled in the cradle of my coils, eyes wide and dark and full of need.
She’d told me not to stop.
So I didn’t.
My fangs extended.It was no longer under my control.
I shifted above her, adjusting so that my cock – thick, ridged, flushed dark with arousal – pressed gently against the seam of her thighs.I was careful, slow, giving her every chance to pull away.
She didn’t.
Her hips bucked up instinctively, seeking my cock.I groaned low in my throat, the sound vibrating between us as I rocked against her, once, twice, the motion slow and teasing.Her thighs tensed around me, and her breath came faster.
I used the tip of my tail to stroke over one breast again, the scarf slipping aside under the gentle pressure.Her nipple hardened, and I circled it lazily, drawing a breathy moan from her lips.
“Is this alright?”I asked.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered hoarsely.
That was all the permission I needed.
I hooked one arm under her thigh and drew her closer.My cock slid through the slick heat between her legs, unhurried, savouring every inch of contact.She was soaked – warm, welcoming, her body ready for mine.
I angled myself, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance.She shifted beneath me, bracing one hand on my chest, the other gripping my wrist where I held her.
