She grasped me through the sea-cotton then moved her hand up and down; I lost my mind.
‘Iwantto,’ she said fiercely. She fiddled with the clasp of my pants while I silently tried to convince my cock not to explode on the first brush of her fingers.
There was silence when I was finally free.
Anna stared at my cock, flushing a deep, lovely pink. ‘Um, Cide,’ she said weakly. ‘What is that?’
‘Which part?’
‘Um,’ she said again, reaching out to brush her fingertips over one of the ridges of soft scales reaching from my base to myhead; there was a similar line reaching from my base up my stomach, ending an inch or so beneath my ribs, and another lining my spine. My scales rippled gently in response to her touch; her eyes went wide. ‘They, ah,move?’
‘We have scales beneath our skin,’ I said softly. ‘They armour us. But they are always present up our spine, and … well,there. When we become aroused, they ripple.’
‘They’re soft,’ she said wonderingly. ‘They don’t feel like scales at all. Just … bumps.’ She shivered. ‘Movingbumps.’ She straddled my thighs; my mind went blank at the sight of her naked and spread open and in charge of me. She stroked my cock up and down; I threw my head back, every muscle in my body cording as I fought not to thrust up into her hands. When she explored my head, precum began to seep from my slit, sending tremors through my body.
‘Anna,’ I said hoarsely, ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.’
She blinked at me. ‘Why are you trying to hold on?’ she said softly, her voice reasonable. ‘I want you to feel the way you made me feel. I want you to feel good.’ She gripped my shaft; my scales rippled against her warm palm. ‘I think we should learn these things first, don’t you? I want toknowyou, knowallof you. I want to know what feels best for you. I want to learn to swim before I jump in the deep end.’ She gave a nervous laugh. ‘Besides, I haven’t done this for a long time, and I … um. You’re … big. I’ll need some practise first, I imagine.’
‘Whatever you want,’ I said hoarsely,honestly. Her hand began to move and pleasure thrummed through me with every pump of her fist, burning through my body, radiating from my core. It gathered at the base of my spine; my muscles tightened and I growled her name before the sensation broke and I saw white, spilling thick cum all over her fingers and my own stomach.
‘Oh,’ she breathed. She kept her hand moving until she’d emptied me completely, then she lifted her fingers to her mouth.
And licked.
‘Dread gods,’ I said thickly. My cock twitched at the sight, blood rushing back down as it started to harden once more. It didn’t help when she licked again and moaned.
‘I didn’t think it would taste like that,’ she said breathlessly. ‘Sweet and spicy.’
‘Ah,’ I said, my mind entirely empty of everything but Anna licking my climax from her skin with her lovely pink tongue.
‘Cide?’ she said tentatively.
I inhaled. ‘Anna?’
‘I think I changed my mind.’
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and wrapped her hand back around my cock, working until I was throbbing again, my scales rippling against her fingers, then shifted forward, bringing her warm wetness so close to my cock that my brain shorted. ‘I want to jump in the deep end.’
I snarled, a long, low sound before I could stop myself, then took her waist, swinging her onto the bed. She gave a surprised laugh before her knees came up and she wrapped her legs around me, pinning my weight against her. I rolled my hips, rubbing the head of my cock against her folds, then angling so I became drenched in her wetness.
‘God,’ she gasped, throwing her head back.
‘You’re sure?’ I said hoarsely.
‘I think you can feel that I am,’ she said tartly.
I nuzzled her cheek. ‘Sayyes, Anna,’ I whispered with mock-sternness. ‘Sayyes, or you get nothing.’ I pushed against her slightly, her swollen flesh yielding to my hardness.
‘Yes,’ she chanted. ‘Yes, yes,yes.’
‘Dread gods be praised,’ I said, and rolled my hips again, groaning as my head dipped inside her tight, divine heat.
A knock came at the door. ‘Majesty?’
I froze.
‘No,’ Anna moaned. ‘Don’t stop, Cide.’ She pressed up, angling so my head dipped further in.
