Page 50 of My Big Scaly Alien Naga
And then he lowered himself again – this time, not with tongue.
But with all of him.
I felt the first press of him – thick, hot, unyielding – and gasped.This wasn’t the same as before.This cock was even thicker, stretching me to the limit, and the ridges around it felt more like bumps that would give me the ultimate pleasure when he fully entered me.And this was deeper, slower, more deliberate.He was holding back again, despite everything.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across my collarbone.“You can still say no.”
“I’m shaking because I want you,” I whispered.“Because I’m ready.”
A rumble built in his chest.His forked tongue flicked out, brushing my bottom lip as his tail resumed its gentle tease across my breast and down my hip.Its tip settled against my clit, stroking gently but firmly.Preparing me again, even though I already ached for him.
Then I felt it – the moment he let go of whatever part of himself he’d been holding back.
He sank into me, inch by beautiful inch, and my breath caught as my body adjusted around him.His cock felt like nothing I’d ever known.Yet it was everything I needed.Everything I wanted.
I felt utterly filled.Claimed.
And yet, I knew this was only part of what he could give.
His voice was tight with strain.“I’m only using one.If I used both… not yet.”
My mouth parted.“Later?”
He chuckled, low and raw.“Later, my little mate.When you can take it.When you want it.”
He began to move.Slow, deep thrusts that sent ripples of pleasure through me, building something vast and inevitable.His tail coiled beneath my spine, lifting my hips just enough to change the angle, to make me feel every ridge, every twitch.
But it wasn’t just his body.It was his eyes, locked on mine.His hands, reverent on my skin.His hearts, beating in sync with my own.
I was on the edge, trembling, when he leaned close to my throat.
“I’m going to bite you now,” he murmured.“I’ll be gentle.But it will bind us.Soul to soul.Forever.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
His lips brushed against the nape of my neck, kissing my burning skin.Then his fangs sank in – just a pinch, sharp but fleeting – and something ancient surged through me.Not pain.Not even heat.More like light.A connection forged not through words or gestures but something deeper.Soul-deep.
My orgasm slammed into me, tearing through my body like lightning.I cried out, and he held me, moved with me, followed me over the edge.
He shuddered with release, his grip tightening, his body locking to mine as his second heart thundered against my ribs.I felt the pulse of him inside me, deep and anchoring.A claiming.A promise.
We were mates.We were everything.
We stayed like that, tangled together in a nest of limbs and coils and breath, until the stars outside the window were just a blur.
I drifted between warmth and dreams, wrapped in Venom’s arms, his coils a steady pressure around me.I could feel the bond between us – not just on my skin where his fangs had marked me, butinme.A thread of silver warmth connecting my heartbeat to his.
Sleep pulled me under gently.
And in the dream, I was not alone.
The air shimmered in warm, comforting sunshine.I stood beneath purple trees.It was so real that I could smell the moss, the flowers, even the tree bark.
Venom appeared beside me, his hand already in mine.His eyes glowed, not with danger or desire now, but with something tender.I could feel our connection simmering faintly between us.
Then I felt her.
Sa’quii.
