Her eyes open, and she looks me up and down as much as she’s able, considering her prone, pinned position. “Well, that and like three hundred pounds of scales, horns, and restraining tail.”
I sit up and grab the waist of my lone undergarment—and enjoy the way Isla’s gaze fixes on me with rapt attention as I peel the precum-damp fabric away from the throbbing head of my cock.
Her jaw drops open in something that might be shock… or horror.
I finish ripping the garment off and kick it free of my legs, my tailblade cracking the floor in my hurry. “Isla?”
She blinks once, twice. She tries to close her mouth like it’s a struggle. “I’m feeling so conflicted. Am I supposed to wrap my lips around it, or feed it a peanut? I mean, it’s a freaking trunk!”
I frown down at her.
She reaches out with one finger like she might pet it.
I hiss, my whole body shooting through with erotic tension. My erection kicks higher and stays at that angle, like a cocked flagpole.
“You,” Isla says in a confiding tone to my erection, “would be the highlight of any circus.”
Teeth bared, mouth open enough for me to be able to suck in air, I’m concerned and confused. “You called it a trunk. Why? My translator is giving me… a storage chest?”
“Just imagine that your wang is a really big alien animal’s prehensile nose.”
“What?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay—just stick it in!”
She sounds certain now, and I want nothing more than to have her.
Walking on my knees until I’m kneeling at her spread legs, I draw her heavily chained ankle over my thigh, kissing it, caressing it, fitting my fingers to the crook of her leg and enjoying the way her skin shivers and her breathing speeds just because of my touch. I take her other leg and charm it to fit outside of mine, enflaming her with gentle touches and murmured words until my thighs are warmed by the backs of her legs and I can angle myself to fit my glans to her opening. She has been so abused by my attention that her entrance is a puffy-looking slit.
I feel like a monster as I push myself inside of her. She’s slick with wetness but yes—tight, and I force-feed her my length with a low, vibrating groan.
She grimaces in pleasure beneath me, trying to raise her hips… wait. Not pleasure. I sense… distress. My whole body freezes. “Isla?”
Her eyes are screwed shut. “Holy shit.”
I struggle to focus on her rather than the sensation of her heated sheath squeezing the glorious hell out of my cock. I begin to rise off of her. “I’m hurting you?”
Her eyes pop open and with a lunge, she wraps her arm around my neck, trapping me by hooking her bony elbow behind my horn. “It’s either because you're either mucho grande—”
My translator supplies Very Big.
“—or you made me wait so long that my virginity grew back—but whoa.”
My hips retreat. I start to withdraw.
She catches my bicep and gives me a stern but fond look. “No, just stay. Stay still a minute. I just need to...” she squirms under me, making my eyes cross, “adjust a bit.”
Smoke beginning to cloud out from my bared teeth, I scan around us and spy a pillow. I snatch and drag it under her hips, to which she gives me a bright, only-slightly strained smile. “Thanks.”
I regard her, considering and discarding ideas for how to help. My tail thrashes and the blades scrape and ping against the stone wall beside my bed. I’m frustrated that for me, Isla feels incredible—but for Isla, I’m giving her pain.
Feeling abjectly maladroit, I relax my neck until I’m barely resting my forehead on top of hers. I’m mindful not to let her bear my skull’s load; my horns weigh a veritable—well, probably half her body’s weight. Between each of my outgrowths, it has to be cog-damned near.
I press my lips to the bridge of her nose and move down, brushing my touch over her smooth alien skin.
Her eyes open, and although it’s difficult to focus on each other at such close a range, neither of us look away as I kiss and nuzzle her face. I notice the lines bracketing her mouth ease. She shifts under me more and the tension seems to be less in her; her muscles are looser.
My cock throbs inside of her, making her lips part prettily. Watching her mouth, I struggle not to imagine her other set of lips, the ones