I flick my tongue into her navel, which causes her to shiver, before inching down her body, planting kisses along the way until I’m hovering over the very center of her, where her scent is strongest. I breathe it into my lungs, as deep as it will go.
The hand cupping the back of my head starts to tremble when I wedge my shoulders between her legs, easing them apart. Wider.Wider.Until no part of her is hidden from me. Ah, Fates, she is beautiful. More than I ever could have imagined.
With her legs draped over my shoulders, and her fingers sliding against the smooth scales of my head, I nuzzle the smooth folds of her cunt. She’s so soft here, her inner flesh pink and glistening. I coat my lips with her dew before gently pulling her apart so I can slide my tongue up the center of her. Her rich flavor bursts across my tongue, and I moan.
My name falls from her lips as a breathy sigh as I spread her further, dragging my tongue from her melting core to a stiff little bud at the top of her cunt that makes her hips buck.
“Mmm, and what’s this,Sorsa?” I ask, circling the tight nub with the pad of my thumb, watching her coil tighter and tighter beneath my fingers. “Will this make you come?”
“Yes. Yes!” she gasps, bucking up to meet my touch.
I lap at her one more time then lean back on my elbows. “Not yet, then.”
Her eyes pop open, and she looks down at me with horror. “Wait…what?”
Like a predator, I slowly crawl up her body until I’m pressing her back into the mattress, caged by my arms. “When I let you come,” I lean down and growl into her ear, “it will be around my cocks.”
She shivers as my teeth nip at her earlobe and then freezes. “Did… did you just saycocks?”
“Mmm,” I hum as I thrust myself between her legs, making sure to run my barely contained shafts over the most sensitive part of her.
“You mean,” her hips roll with mine, “more than one?”
“That’s what I said.” I nip at her jaw and then nuzzle a spot just below her ear that makes her shiver. “Would you like to see them?”
She’s quiet for a heartbeat, and then another before she sighs, “Hell yes.”
* * *
Bela
“When I let you come, it will be around my cocks.”
My eyes slide closed as his hot breath fans the side of my face and his filthy words send chills across my skin.
I’m struggling with the idea of him having two dicks. Trying to imagine what that might even look like, especially when something from my high school science class comes back to me. Snakes have something like this, right? But a reptile hemipenis isn’t anything like a human penis, so just what exactly am I getting myself into?
When he asks me if I want to see them, there is only one answer to that: “Hell yes.”
Treto pushes himself up so he’s kneeling between my spread legs. The red hue of his scaled hands contrasts with my tanned skin as he slides both hands up my thighs. He walks his fingers across my stomach to where my dress is balled up around my middle.
His muscles bunch when his hands curl around the lightweight fabric, and then he rends the delicate silk before tossing it away, leaving me completely naked. Without taking his eyes from mine, his hands go to the fabric of his shirt before pulling it over his head.
My mouth falls open at the sight of him. He’s beautifully made with lean ropes of muscle that bunch and flex across his shoulders and down his arms. His chest is thick, the scales a lighter color than the rest of him and in a larger pattern, suggesting they would act as a natural armor. His stomach is ribbed, and he’s packing stacks of abdominals above a deeply carved Adonis belt that vanishes into his low-riding pants.
“Like what you see,Sorsa?” he asks me in his deep, raspy voice.
My head starts nodding all on its own before cocking to the side. “What’s that mean?”
His hands pause over the front of his pants. “What does what mean?”
“Sorsa.You keep calling me that.”
“There is a …” his face turns thoughtful, “myth, told to Eolla young, that if you are truly blessed by the Fates, they will send to you yourSors.Your perfect mate.”
“That’s what you think I am?” I’m not sure if I am flattered or kind of frightened by this.
“As much as I’d love to believe the Fates chose you for me, and for me alone,” he says, leaning over me until our noses are nearly touching, “you are certainly a gift.”
