things were anywhere close to my mind when I suddenly understood the monster’s interest in Caronerax and I was trying to think of a way to make it leave. A way that I really, really wanted to try.
This planet makes you live for today, because tomorrow may never come. And if it comes, it’s almost certainly different from how you think it will be. Today sure has been like that.
Caronerax’s weight pins me down and splays me out under him. His hard, swollen cock rubs up and down my legs and my stomach, electrifying every point of me it touches. The heat from him warms me up, and the hardness of his scales under the soft layer of skin reminds me of how different he is. Different, but not too different.
Caronerax sits up and straddles me, letting his hands roam all over me. He uses the most perfect pressure — it doesn’t tickle, it merely entices and wakes up each square inch of me.
I moan with deliberate impatience. I’m ready right now. And I know he is, too. That part is pretty obvious.
“Well, dragon monster,” I tease. “Are you going to show me you’re the chief monster on this planet?”
He adjusts his position, grabs my heels, and spreads me wide. “You know monsters can be dangerous.”
“But you’re not dangerous to me,” I reply as cool air strokes across my boiling hot girly parts. “Only to those who want to hurt me.”
He dips his head down and runs a long, smooth, textured tongue up the side of my pussy, making me twitch.
“You’re right about that,” he growls. “It’s the most remarkable thing.”
His tongue down there dips into the opening, testing it for moisture. There should be a lot.
“But of course, perhaps I’m protecting you so I can have my way with you.”
“I’m totally— oh yeah, do that again — okay with that.” I’m getting delirious, not aware of what I’m saying. All I know is, I want that cock inside me again. Damn, I’ve only had it once, and already it feels like I’m addicted to it.
The blue dragon with the yellow stripes positions himself between my legs. He holds his incredibly exotic cock in one hand, showing it to me.
“This is going inside you,” he grunts. “All the way.”
“Be gentle,” I plead. “There’s not room for it.”
“We know there is. And if not, then your body simply has to adjust.”
I spread my legs more in eager acceptance. “Okay.”
He places the head of his manhood at my entrance, sliding it up and down, then pushing in. His eyes are on mine, checking that I’m okay. I’m glad he’s taking that kind of care, it helps me relax.
“Deeper,” I moan.
He puts more weight on it, and it slides another inch inside, with perfect control.
“More.”
He pulls out an inch, wetting the exotic rod with my own juices, then pushes back in.
“Oh,” I moan as it bores into me, warm, smooth, and slick.
And big — there’s a little bit of a burning sensation at the tightest parts as he slides all the way in, then stops and lets me feel his full length, how he fills me entirely and forces me to focus only on the intruder.
His slow heartbeat resonates through me, and when his cock twitches deep inside me, it’s as if it swells and forces my insides to surrender. He fits inside me perfectly.
“Yeah,” I groan, “I want that.”
He pulls out again, slowly. But I can’t tell — it only feels like movement, like my flesh is being carefully stimulated.
Pushing in again, he does some groaning of his own. “How can you fit so well around me?”
My tunnel is being massaged from the inside, soothed and pushed, caressed and stretched. The first time I didn’t have the chance to concentrate much on it — I started cumming before I knew it. This time, I can concentrate, but it’s no help. All the alien features on his cock are doing their thing, and to me it feels like a part of him that he controls completely.
I lose track of what happens. I just know I’m being fucked, that his cock pushes into me and makes me rock back on the ground and that liquid heat is being churned up pretty fast through my lower body.
His cock is rock hard, but gentle as a breeze. Smooth as silk, but firm as steel. Demanding, but soothing. Taking, but giving. Strange, but perfect.
And totally accepting. Like the man himself. It’s weird, I reflect as the climax