I get up on my knees and kiss him, coming back to the here and now.
Maybe he feels that way too. No more questions. No more explanations. No more requests.
He touches me as we kiss. His hand finds a breast and massages it, until I begin to moan. Then without another word, he settles me back on the bed, before bending one of my legs over his shoulder.
Oh God, his tongue. I’m not ready for it.
I can feel the distinct fork slithering along my tunnel walls. It’s even longer than I thought, and it goes in so deep, producing all sorts of amazing sensations as it explores. Then it grazes against something that makes me gush like I’m in heat again.
He pauses then grazes it again. And then again. And then he presses down hard on it. Oh, my fucking Fenrir Wolf! My insides start to convulse. At the same time, my entire body goes rigid as a shockwave of electric pleasure rushes through me.
I can’t move. Can’t speak. All I can do is come and come and come some more on his dragon tongue.
He abruptly lifts his head, his tongue retreating from my vagina.
A mercy, I think, but then he says, “Please turn over, Reverence. I believe your female works will grant me access now,” inside my head.
“Dude, I wish I could move. But that tongue of yours rendered me incapable,” I answer, my words slurred and dazed.
The next thing I know, his large hands are turning me over. Easy, like I don’t weigh a damn thing.
He braces his heavy body over mine, places one webbed foot flat on the top of my thigh… then pushes into me with so much ease, it feels more like an easy glide than an invasion.
It might have been embarrassing…if it didn’t feel so good.
I expect him to start going at it right away, but there’s a long heavy pause, then his voice finally reappears inside my head. “Ola, I have never felt any sensation on this planet or mine akin to the pleasure of being inside of you without need of heat or reason.”
Okay…
He’s a sociopath for sure.
And obsessed with me, which is bad.
But I want to say thank you. I want to call him baby and tell him I feel exactly the same.
Instead, I reach up with energy I didn’t know I still had and curl a hand around the back of his neck. “Please, just…” I beg.
Granting my wish, he starts to take me with deep rolling strokes. Then it’s just the pleasure again. No sounds but my moans and cries as he pushes in and out. His secondary dick is a heavy presence at the bottom of my pussy, and somehow that makes the sensations even more unbelievable.
I’m so close. I want him to be where I am. “Please, you come…you come too.”
He lets out a coarse grunt pushing in harder, pushing in deeper. But then slows to a pause.
“What’s…what’s wrong?” I ask from the dazed edge of my own pleasure.
“My secondary seeder has become sireki.”
“Sireki…” I repeat, confused at the foreign word. I thought the mate bond was supposed to serve as some kind of translator.
“There is no one corresponding word in any of your human languages for its state. The best I can describe it is agitated, confused, and stuck. It is refusing to let my primary cock release until it has been allowed to seed in your second available hole as it would with a drakki.”
I sift through that extremely disturbing dragon anatomy lesson to figure out, “Wait are you saying it’s refusing to let you cum until I let it have my ass?”
“Another clever summation, Reverence.”
But I’m feeling more stunned than clever as I ask, “Can’t you just stroke it out?”
“Stroke it out…” he says, sounding just as confused as I did about sireki. “This is a euphemism for when males of your species rub themselves until their semen arrives, yes?”
The fact that he’s asking means it’s going to take too long for him to actually do it. And my huge orgasm is beginning to recede, like, you’re turning me off with all this talking.
“Okay, okay, just let the second dick do its thing,” I say before my big O can fade all the way away.
A shocked pause. “Reverence, are you sure?”
“I’m sure I’d rather have this orgasm than lose it,” I answer, my voice frank as hell. “Now, can you please just stick the second dick in, before I come to my senses?”
I wouldn’t say Damianos got down to business so much as his secondary dick did. Suddenly, it’s squirming again. No, not squirming, striking.
I gasp out loud when it starts to push into my pussy, along with Damianos primary dick. It’s not painful, but I slap his thigh because “I don’t think I can take two dicks in my pussy. I saw that porn, and I did not like it.”