that must be stretched obscenely around the girth of my shaft. I want to look, to watch myself sink inside of her, but I know if I do I’ll explode.
I can wait. We have the rest of our lives to explore this. It’s difficult to believe, but Isla is making me believe it. At every turn when she could have walked away from me—when perhaps she should have run—she stayed with me instead. She didn’t balk at becoming my mate. She welcomed the joining.
Now we’re joining this way, and all she needs is time. And patience. I can give her that.
I run my hand along her side and grip her hip. Just this, just holding her like this makes my ballsack ache like it’s about to burst. Tevek, she feels good. “Is the pain better?” I ask.
“I’d call it discomfort, not pain.” She wriggles again and brings her hand up to my jaw, tracing along my face until she reaches the base of my ear. It flicks to ward off the tickle of her touch, and she smiles. “And it’s better. I’m ready”
Slowly, I draw my hips back, hearing the squelch of her wetness as I withdraw my length. My eyes stay glued to hers, scrutinizing her for the smallest hint of discomfort.
Her lids sink to a heavy half-mast and her upper teeth expose themselves. For my kind—and if she were a Gryfala—this would be an erotic promise. Fire kicks inside of my shaft to see her flash these at me. Flat, save for two slightly useful cuspids, they are all ivory beauty ready for love marking—and she sinks all of them into the pillow of her lower lip.
Good? I mean to ask, but it comes out a statement—along with a loud, satisfied grunt.
“So good,” she sighs, her thighs tightening slightly around my sides.
When my shaft retreats far enough for my glans to meet the resistance of her snug channel mouth, just before I tug free of her opening, I nudge forward, sliding deep.
Her eyes grow wide, and I’m thrilled with her beautiful reaction. This is not from pain—but surprise. She even gives a little gasp.
Enamored with the way she yields to my invasion, I sink in until my pelvis meets hers. “Isla…”
My tail slithers up her ankle until it’s anchoring around her calf. The one that isn’t shackled to the bed by a manacle and chain she can’t break.
Her hand brushes down my back, making my scales pull tight.
And then her fingers dig into my flank. “Faster.”
I give her faster.
She grabs me by the low dip in my horn. “Come down on top of me.”
I fold my arms under her neck, hugging her, covering her whole body.
“You feel,” she says, “good—yes!” She mewls contentedly, but it’s a broken puff of a sound as I ram into her. “Like the world’s—heaviest—weighted—blanket!”
Her shout is music as a climax overtakes her, shaking her from the inside out, beginning with ripples at her core that cause her whole body to tremor—and watching her drives me wild.
Her breasts are two pillows between us, and why it feels so good, I can’t explain. I bring myself down on her harder, enjoying the noise she expels, loving the feel of her strange nipples poking into my scales.
Her knees find purchase higher along my sides until she closes her legs around me, her tail-bound calf and her shackled ankle banging against my back as I pound inside of her.
I’m careful to keep my face from sinking too low beside hers—because I have quills atop my head that I fear could poke her. They’re flexible and leathery, but I wouldn’t doubt they’d still hurt. I kiss her cheek and growl, “Bite my shoulder.”
Her eyes flash to mine, and then she opens her mouth wide enough to fit around the upper fibers of the muscle.
Hot. Wet. Sweet.
But I don’t feel any teeth.
“Harder,” I beg, groaning, curling my back to drive into her with all the passion she’s inciting in me.
She clamps down nicely, really digging into the meat.
My turn.
NO.
I desperately want to bite her back. I cannot though, I know that I cannot. Her eye rolls towards me, and I realize she’s staring at my exposed fangs. I close my mouth and drag my tongue up her cheek. Nip it, I think, but I quell the instinct. Isla is not a Rakhii with thick-scaled skin to withstand a proper lovebite.
But she is certainly doing well at bestowing one on me.