from me as his tail circles inside me, stretching me hard and fast and rubbing that secret female pleasure spot I had only heard others gush about.
“Madness, yesss!” he growls. “His death was the only answer.” He leans down to take my mouth again.
Somehow, I shake my head, pushing at his chest.
“You stop me?” he growls again. “When his smell still lingers on your flesh!?”
His anger makes his tip plunge deeper into me, and my hips jerk. “No!” I cry. “Don’t stop.”
But he pulls back. “Did you want Eshka? Did you want his pricks to enter you, and his tail, like mine is now? Is that why you are resisting?” He lifts up his chest, his pelvis, displaying his hard and heavy cocks. “Are mine not enough?”
“Iskursu!”
“Or is it because I am not one of your kind? An un-nested naga boy with no clan to offer?”
Now he’s making me angry, angry and frustrated. “I have thought about no one else but you since that day on the beach!”
He stops and his eyes glint as we pant together.
My nostrils flare. “Waters! Iskursu, why else do you think I’ve been chasing you all these years? Can you not see—feel—how badly I want you?” I drop my hands from his chest and grip the bottom of my hide shirt, pulling it off. Breasts bare, I spread my legs as wide as I can, which isn’t far since the large part of his tail is still coiled around me.
“I didn’t even know this Eshka existed until today. I thought it was your trail I was following…” I flush with the shame of being caught and add with a whisper, “I needed it to be your trail.”
His eyes snap to my bare chest and back to my face. His hands tense at my waist and squeeze, twitching, like he wants to cup my breasts but is holding back.
“You are a human.” Is all he says.
Not that I truly felt human.
But he continues, “You are meant to be with another human. Not with me.” He starts pulling out of me, sliding away. “I cannot give you babies.”
I grab his tailtip, keeping him from leaving me completely. I meet his gaze and confess what I’ve never said before. “I’m meant to be with you. I don’t want to be another human broodmare. There are others much more suited for that job.”
“I have nothing to offer you.” But his voice still darkens, though now there’s hesitation.
It gives me hope.
“Then why did you really bring me here?” I probe.
He’s strained, his eyes flash. I’m just as tense as he is, holding my breath.
“Because you are mine and I cannot bear Eshka’s scent on you when it should be mine! My ssscent! My cocks will claim you for the first time! Any male who touches you will die. All males who touch you will die!”
I lick my lips.
“I thought watching you would be enough, protecting you—stalking you—but it is not! Now Eshka’s scent remains, and I know you must still have a human, but… I demand to be your firssst, to have you completely before you leave.” He dives down and captures my mouth again.
I want to tell him he’ll be more than my first, that he’ll be my only male, my last one as well. But his mouth denies me. My mouth denies me as well.
Because all I want is to kiss him back. Grabbing hold of him, I stand tall and meet Iskursu head on, clasping him to me, bracing my now sensitive breasts against his chest. His tail leaves my sex and I don’t care, I want more, and I move to straddle him. With a satisfied groan, I rub my sex along his cocks, trapping them between us.
I’m so slick with arousal that I slide along him. Long, guttural snarls fill my ears. His tongue pushes between my lips and invades my mouth. It’s just as slick as my sex. It licks me everywhere until I push my own tongue against his and lick him back. His saliva is sweet and addicting. I want it to fill me.
Everywhere.
The thick part of his tail pushes against my spine, giving me leverage, and I brace my feet on either side of him. I rest my tail against his. His hands slide up my sides and cup my breasts. His fingers graze my nipples—then pinch.
I moan when his claws dig into my skin. He squeezes me and does so again, as if he’s been desperate to touch them. Like