That gentle, innocent touch was all it took to reignite a fire in the pit of my stomach. I loved the feel of him around me, the tenderness mixed with wonder in his eyes whenever he looked at me, and the careful, respectful way in which he always touched me. Surprisingly, I also liked his smell—earthy and woodsy, evoking a wild, carefree run through the forest, danger, and power, but also home and stability.
“Tell me about yourself, Serena Bello,” Szaro said as he moved his hand away from my face.
“There isn’t much to say about me, really,” I said, pursing my lips as I pondered what info felt relevant. “I am the oldest of two. My sister is my opposite in all the ways that matter, but she’s the perfect child for my parents.”
“You do not get along with your family?” Szaro asked with a slight frown.
“I wouldn’t quite say that,” I said. “I love my family, and I try to visit them every month or two. When I can’t, we communicate through vidcom. But we don’t have a lot in common. They’re very corporate, high-tech, and high society. I’m like a wild animal. I need to be surrounded by nature, by things that are simple and authentic. With socialites, everything is about appearance. You feel obligated to act a certain way or do certain things because that’s what is expected. Not the case with animals. You know exactly where you stand.”
“Yes, animals can usually smell or sense deception,” Szaro said. “Am I to understand your parents disapprove of you being a hunter?”
I snorted. “That’s the understatement of the century. They thought I was going to do it for a while and grow out of it, like I have with other things I’ve pursued,” I said, shaking my head. “When they realized I really loved hunting, they tried to use their influence to get me a high-ranking position on the board of the Federation. And it would have worked, too, but I refused.”
“Why?” Szaro asked, genuinely surprised. “Isn’t it a position of honor?”
“It is, but that would mean staying at their headquarters behind a desk, meeting with ‘important’ people and doing all that socialite stuff I specifically don’t want to do,” I said with disgust. “In my parents’ mind, I should be chasing a big salary with little danger. Instead, I’m going into the field, putting my safety at risk, often for uncertain compensation. But I love this life.”
“You love killing dangerous beasts?” he asked.
I recoiled, offended by the question. There had been no accusation in his tone, but the intensity in his eyes hinted that he would weigh my answer.
“No,” I said forcefully. “I don’t love killing anything. Is there a predator part of me that enjoys the thrill of danger and defeating my opponent? Yes. But I don’t hunt for sport or for fun. I started out as an exobiologist assistant in a regional park of Oraya. A flood then a mudslide sent the predatory packs from the north down into the park. Countless vulnerable species got decimated. I was helpless to protect them. That’s when I learned how to hunt.”
“So, you kill to protect,” Szaro said in a soft voice.
“Yes,” I said, proudly lifting my chin. “But, contrary to their name, the Federation Hunts aren’t always about killing. Often, it’s about capturing creatures and relocating them, be they pacific ones in jeopardy or rampaging predators so they won’t threaten vulnerable species. On Oraya, had a hunting team made it there in time, that’s what they would have done.”
“It is honorable, my mate,” he said with warmth in his eyes. “But do you truly want to travel forever?”
“No, not forever,” I conceded. “The past few years have allowed me to discover worlds and species that I never could have imagined. It has been beyond wonderful. Eventually, I would like to settle somewhere and retire as an exotic beast breeder, a trainer, or a wildlife ranger in a massive park.”
“Then search no more, Serena. This is exactly what we are, and you will never find a greater park than this one,” he said in a deep voice. “The entire planet is our playground. You haven’t seen exotic until you’ve explored all of Trangor. I promise, you will fall in love with this place… and with me.”
I gasped at his boast. But if today was any indication, he might just be right about me falling in love with this planet.
And with him…
“Enough about me. I want to hear about you,” I said to hide my embarrassment. “I heard you mention your father earlier. I didn’t realize he was still alive.”
Szaro grinned. “My father will outlive all of us. He is the Great Hunter of the Tulma village and probably the greatest of our time,” he said proudly. “I was born there. I was first, Mandha second. I have three other siblings that live with my parents there, another brother and two sisters.”
“Oh wow! Why did you leave?” I asked.
“Because the village didn’t need another Great Hunter,” he said matter-of-factly. “But also because I didn’t find a mate in my village. It is common for males who do not feel the call of their mate to move from one village to the next, until they either find a life companion or the one they will bond with.”
An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. “But you settled in Krada… Had you found a companion? Did I get in the way of—”
“No! No, my mate,” Szaro said with an amused expression. “I had only planned on staying for a month, but some pretty scary beasts developed a serious case of rage. I joined the hunters in battle. At the end, they asked me to become their Great Hunter.”
“Nice! You must have really impressed them! But… what of the previous Great Hunter?” I asked. “That must have been awkward.”
“The previous Great Hunter suggested it,” Szaro said smugly. “It was Raskier, Elder Krathi’s grandson.”
“No!” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“Yes,” he said with a chuckle. “We are the guardians of this world, Serena. Our species doesn’t have currency. Everyone simply does what their respective skills allow them to do so that we can look after all the forms of life the Goddess has entrusted to our care. Trangor needs us, and we need her.” His gaze roamed over my features, and he gently caressed my cheek again. “And in my heart, I know that it needs you, too. Tomorrow, I will show you more of its beauty. But for now, we should rest as we will rise early.”
“All right,” I whispered.
To my shock, Szaro leaned forward, his face stopping a hair’s breadth from mine. Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his. I didn’t know what I had expected, but the tender kiss we exchanged, devoid of lust and passion, felt right. Szaro broke the kiss after a few seconds, looked at me affectionately, then pressed his lips again to my forehead.
“Pleasant dreams to you, my mate.”
“And to you, Szaro.”
I curled up a little closer to his torso and felt his strong arm close around me as I surrendered to sleep.
I growled in irritation at the hand gently shaking me and snuggled further. My mattress shaking in tandem with rumbling laughter pierced the fog of sleep that clung to me. I heaved a frustrated sigh as the most wonderful sleep I’d experienced in a while slipped away from me. I inhaled deeply, the delectable earthy, woodsy scent of Szaro filling my nose.
My eyes snapped open as I finally remembered that I was sleeping on top of his wrapped tail. Furthermore, I’d somehow managed to slip my arm around his waist and bury my face in his neck. I almost pulled away in the panicked way of the guilty.
Why the heck should I?
He was my husband. He insisted I sleep on him, and there was nothing wrong with enjoying a good night’s sleep.
“You’re seriously the best mattress ever,” I mumbled, rubbing my face on the soft scales of his neck before trying to snuggle some more.
Szaro emitted that happy rattling laughter again, his hand gently caressing my back. “I am pleased to hear it, my mate,” he said in a joyous tone. “It truly pains me to wake you, but we must get going. I promise to play mattress for you again tonight.”
“I will hold you to it,” I said grumpily while forcing myself up.
I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my face.
“The others are checking up on the Acales. I will go see how things are going while you dress,” Szaro said.
I nodded, and quickly put my hunting suit back on. As I had not brought a comb or brush, I unbraided my hair, wet it a little with some of the water from a bottle in my backpack to keep it moisturized, and used my fingers to detangle it as much as possible. Then, I did my usual hunt hairdo, a French braid on each side. I had just begun braiding the second side when Szaro returned. He watched me with a fascinated expression.
When I finished, he approached and carefully ran his fingers over the plaits.
“That is beautiful and so perfectly executed,” he said pensively. “How do you manage without a mirror?”
“Practice, my dear,” I said with a smug grin. “Did the others abandon us?”
“No, but they’re about to,” he replied playfully. “Come,” he added, taking my hand.
A voice at the back of my head said I should probably pull my hand away, not indulge in these kinds of tender interactions that would deepen our bond. But I silenced it. Something had happened last night. Or rather, something had been happening since our Ordosian wedding ceremony. Yesterday’s hunt and last night only reinforced it. I didn’t know if this marriage could work, or if I even wanted it to. I just no longer wanted to fight whatever was happening between us. Let the chips fall where they may.
To my shock, we exited the cave to find the others were indeed about to abandon us. I cast an inquisitive look towards Szaro.
“They are going to scout ahead,” he explained. “You and I are going to check on some vulnerable species in the area to make sure they aren’t facing any challenges during their birthing season.”
“Sounds like a plan!” I said, excitement bubbling inside of me.
When he saw me pulling out an energy bar for breakfast, Szaro told me to save it. He had a different meal in mind for me. Intrigued, I complied and wished the others goodbye as they headed southwest.
We got onto Dagas, Szaro hooking my backpack onto the Drayshan’s hind horn, and we rode west parallel to the mountain range. I nearly purred at the sensation of my husband lying on my back, rekindling naughty thoughts as the beast’s movements rocked us back and forth.
To my shock, we entered a hidden passage I never would have noticed as the large boulders appeared to create a seamless formation. It was wide enough to allow two Drayshans to travel comfortably side by side. The short passage, maybe a hundred meters long on a curve, opened on a hidden orchard straight out of a fairy tale and leading down to the river.
Szaro stopped the Drayshan and dismounted. After helping me down, he took my hand and led me towards the orchard. The trees vaguely resembled short pines—the top no more than one meter above my head—but with clearly spaced out rows of branches. Bright blue fruits, shaped like pinecones, dangled in pairs from the branches. Each pair shared a single spiraling stem that reminded me of the albuca plant. I couldn’t tell if the sounds emanating from the trees were birds chirping or cricket-like insects singing.
As we approached, Szaro began rattling his tail with that appeasing sound that instantly made me feel relaxed. I then noticed the nests atop each branch, woven from the tree’s needles. Within each nest, five tiny featherless baby birds with the tail of a seahorse were chirping blindly to be fed. Each one was no bigger than my thumb, and their translucent skin showed their vulnerable organs within.
“They’re so small,” I said, my chest constricting for them. “Did they hatch too early?”
“No, my mate,” Szaro whispered. “These are young Scogas right after their first birth. They hatch three days after their mother lays their eggs, feed for two days, then go into a cocoon for two weeks.”
“A cocoon?!” I exclaimed, blown away. “But—”
A buzzing sound drew my attention, interrupting me. For a split second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, then I noticed an adult Scoga shedding its camouflage. It had so perfectly blended with the background and the tree that I never would have been able to spot it. All around us, countless other adults were also coming out of hiding, no doubt thanks to Szaro’s calming rattle. Brightly colored, the one in front of me had the body of a bee hummingbird, a gecko head, and a seahorse tail. Hovering in place, it rubbed its head against the surprisingly soft fruits hanging over the nest.
“Do not make any sudden movements, or it will frighten the mother again, and she may go back into hiding,” Szaro explained. “Her young must eat constantly for the next two days to have a chance to survive their transformation. The parents rotate in six-hour shifts, allowing the other to rest and eat before coming back.”
Even as he spoke, the blue fruits started turning a whitish color, and the spiral stem between them unfurled, straightening and widening until it dangled almost like a hose over the nest. Seconds later, a fragrant white paste—with a citrusy scent that made me immediately think of a key-lime pie—began dripping into the nest. The young greedily devoured it.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” I whispered, unsure if I wanted to burst out laughing or be shocked.
Szaro gave me a confused look. I shook my head to say it wasn’t important.
“You’ve got to taste it. It is extremely nutritious,” he said enthusiastically.
I hesitated. “Oh… I don’t know about that.”
He ignored my protests and, still holding my hand, lured me to a different tree. No chirping emanated from it, and no adults hovered around. Instead, the tiny shapes of the hatchlings had begun covering themselves in a thick cocoon of a color matching perfectly the needles of the tree. With no conscious Scoga around to startle, Szaro reached for a pair of blue fruits and began massaging them.
“Take the funnel as it unfolds, and hold it in front of your mouth,” he said. “Do not worry, it will not choke you. It comes in small spurts.”
That did it.
I burst out laughing, cringing the whole time, and reached for his hands to pull them away from the fruits. His confusion only made me laugh harder.
“What’s wrong? Do you not want to taste it?” he asked.
“Sweetie, I realize this means nothing to you, but this whole thing is very awkward for me,” I said, feeling silly about my schoolgirl reaction. “Humans have an expression to describe the state a man can be in. We call it ‘having blue balls.’”
Szaro’s eyes widened, and his head jerked towards the fruits. He stared at them for a moment, a series of emotions flitting rapidly over his features. I didn’t think he would make the association, considering how anatomically different Ordosians were to humans, but…
“Men only? Not women?” he asked.
“Men only,” I said with a nod.
Szaro forced his gaze away from the fruits to give me the strangest look, making me want to squirm.
“Are you seriously comparing the rugal fruit to human male genitalia?” he asked, disbelievingly.
“Hey! You managed to make the association. So, clearly there is a resemblance!” My tone was slightly defensive, even as I fought the urge to chuckle.
“Only because I cannot think of any other balls a human male could possess that a female doesn’t,” Szaro argued. “Your anatomy books do not show them to be blue, or that your males have such a long and narrow penis.”
“Granted,” I said, still fighting the urge to laugh through my embarrassment. “But having blue balls means that the man is aroused but denied release. Watching you massaging them to make the stem—or funnel—‘hard’ so that it could release was just more than I could handle.”
“You are disturbed,” he said, looking at me like I’d grown a second head.
I chuckled sheepishly. “This is nothing. Humans can become extremely silly when it comes to sex jokes.”
He stared at me for a moment longer, apparently at a loss. “This is not a sexual organ. It is a fruit that produces a highly nutritious paste,” he said at last. “It can provide you with proper sustenance and enhance your immune system.”
“Okay,” I said, sobering. “I will taste some of your rugal paste. But no more ball massaging for you.”
I didn’t know why I was having such juvenile fun teasing him like this. I was just relieved that, although he didn’t get why this was so comical to me, he was becoming amused by the situation. But as I began to massage the balls and opened my mouth under the unfolding stem, the look on his face changed. Despite reminding me the rugals were fruits, he could no longer see them simply as such. I’d ruined them for him… and I had no shame about it.
That said, whatever mischievous spirit had taken possession of me, when that white goop landed on my tongue and the most divine, creamy, sweet, and citrusy flavors exploded on my taste buds, the voluptuous moan that tore out of my throat was definitely not planned. With a will of their own, my hands went to town on those balls, squeezing out every drop. I vaguely heard Szaro burst out laughing, but I didn’t care. When that first pair of rugals ran out, I moved on to the next under my wretched husband’s smug grin. Halfway through the fourth, I had to call it quits. Just like my energy bars, that creamy substance was extremely filling. Still, I stopped with major reluctance.
“I told you it was good,” Szaro said, puffing out his chest.
“And you were right,” I conceded, still licking my lips. “But how do you know? I thought Ordosians only ate meat?”
“It’s true, but rugal paste is fed to someone too sick to eat normally or to handle solid food,” he explained. “And as mentioned before, it helps reinforce the immune system.” He then pointed at the chrysalis of the little cocooning Scogas. “Once they emerge, the shells they leave behind are also good for consumption. They possess great regenerative properties. The pharmaceutical firms of the United Planets Organization are especially eager to acquire these. It allows them to produce a cream that regrows skin on the severely burned and even regenerates limbs in certain species.”
“Wow! That’s wonderful! But how are they going to get them when all of these hatch?” I asked. “This is part of the forbidden zone. Are the people from the extraction team allowed to come here?”
“No,” he said with a finality that made it clear no off-worlder was allowed in this sanctuary. “The extraction teams get special permission to only go specifically where a Flayer has been killed so that there is no waste. They are in and out in minutes. In a couple of weeks, we will return to harvest the empty shells and add them to the other things we give them.”
“I hope they pay you for that,” I said.
“No. What for?” Szaro said in an amused tone. “I told you, my mate, we do not have currency here. We do not need it.”
“But you could acquire new technology to accelerate the development of your own, eventually build your own spaceship and visit the stars,” I argued.
“Ordosians do not leave Trangor,” Szaro said, this time taking on a very serious expression. “We are bound to this planet, and it is bound to us. We have no wish to explore the worlds beyond. As long as the off-worlders do not threaten the balance of life here, we are happy to freely give them what would otherwise go to waste, but only if they are using it for good. The minute they break our covenant, we will not be so nice.”
That hardness in his voice and the merciless glimmer in his eyes gave me a cold shiver.
“But enough about this,” he said, his face softening. “We have some exploring to do. Hop on my back, Serena, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Should I get my backpack?
“You won’t need it. We will return soon enough, and the area is safe,” he replied.
I gladly climbed on his back, and he carried me, piggyback-style, as he exited the hidden valley and reentered the forest, following a path west. For the next few hours, Szaro showed me countless wonders—plants and animals whose existence I never could have imagined. From time to time, he would stop to fix something and help some creature in distress like putting a fallen nestling back in its nest or aiding the alien version of Bambi’s mom to push out a baby that needed to be turned. He even trimmed some of the giant leaves of a tree whose name I don’t remember as they blocked the light needed by the berry bushes below that would feed the scurrying creatures in the underbrush.
By the time we returned to the hidden valley, the afternoon was already waning. And yet, I could have gone on forever. When they weren’t performing population control as was currently the case with the Flayers, the Ordosian Hunters did what Szaro and I did today, simply scout their planet to take care of it. I could definitely see myself doing that.
“We will spend the night here in the valley, or at the cave,” Szaro said when I got off his back. “Your choice.”
“Shouldn’t we be joining with the others?” I asked.
“Unnecessary. They have things under control. We will meet them in Tulma tomorrow, and I will introduce you to my parents and other siblings,” Szaro said with a grin.
My stomach dropped. As much as I was curious about his family, I was nowhere near ready to meet the parents.
“Do not worry, my mate. All will be well,” he said in a reassuring tone. “For now, what do you say we go swim in the river? It is not a shower, but I know you like to wash often.”
“Are you hinting that I stink?” I asked, falsely glaring at him.
He laughed, flicked his tongue at me, and shook his head. “Your scent is still delicious to me. Come.”
When he extended his hand towards me, I thought he simply wanted to hold it like he’d been doing all day, but he drew me to him and picked me up in his arms instead. I yelped and instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. Our eyes met and he gave me that tender look again that seriously messed with my head. He was growing on me way too quickly.
I never saw him lowering his face towards mine. But when our lips met, I responded willingly. It was too brief. Eyes locked with mine, Szaro carried me like a bride to the shore, the slight swaying motion of his movements as he glided on the grass, gently rocking me.
For a moment, I thought he was going to enter the water with me still in his arms and fully dressed. But he stopped by a large rock and set me back on my feet. He carefully removed his bracers and other attachments and placed them on top of the rock. I removed my boots and leather suit and stood before him in my sports bra and training shorts. Szaro gave me the strangest look. In that instant, I’d have given every credit to my name to be able to read his mind.
“I will grant you privacy,” he said in a gentle tone.
Without waiting for my response, he turned around and headed a good hundred meters to the left before entering the water. I headed straight ahead to the water, removing my top and bottom, that also served as my undies—yeah, I had a thing for going commando. I entered the crystalline water, surprised to find it a lot less cold than I had expected. It wasn’t lukewarm, just cool, maybe around 12-15°C. I washed my clothes the best I could, wrung out as much water as possible, then hung them on a low branch of a nearby tree.
I wondered if Szaro was watching me from a distance as I strutted about buck naked. That thought thrilled me. I didn’t question my current emotions. Walking back to the water, I cast a glance in his direction. Szaro was swimming around, making impressive jumps out of the water like a dolphin. My gaze never strayed from his acrobatic dance as I took my sweet time washing myself.
I couldn’t recall starting to swim in his direction. When he suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at me, I realized there were only a dozen meters between us. He’d folded his hood while playing in the water, probably to make himself more aerodynamic. But he deployed it again, expanding it to the maximum as he swam towards me—or rather glided on the water. He wasn’t using his arms, which he kept loosely alongside his body, propelling himself with his tail.
To my surprise, instead of coming directly to me, he started circling me, like a shark around its prey, the radius narrowing with each revolution. He finally came to a stop, inches from me, but without touching me.
“You are naked, Serena,” he said, his voice deeper than I could recall, and the slight rattling sound that accompanied it even more pronounced than usual.
“I am,” I acknowledged.
“You are forfeiting your privacy?” he insisted.
“I am,” I repeated.
Lifting one hand, treading water with the other, I caressed the left inner side of his hood. He shivered, the narrow slits of his pupils dilating. Salha had told me that, just like a peacock’s tail, an Ordosian’s hood was a symbol of sexual selection and used to attract females—among other things. The wider the hood, the thicker the brow arch, the greater the number of rings lining it, the more prime the specimen. Szaro was fanning his ‘peacock tail’ to entice me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he drew me into his embrace. The rattling purr that rose from his throat echoed the soft moan that escaped me at the feel of his hard body against my naked skin. The gentle scraping of the scales on his tail as it moved from side to side to keep us above-water resonated directly between my thighs. His hands roamed my back, one settling on my bum, while the other cupped my nape. I lifted my face, anticipating the kiss that I received moments later.
I melted against him. And for the first time, Szaro’s lips parted as he deepened the kiss. I had feared that moment, not knowing how I would respond to his reptilian tongue. It certainly felt strange at first with it being narrower and longer. So, I stopped trying and gave him the lead. His rattling purr expressed his approval and soon our tongues were dancing in tandem. As his hands resumed their exploration, mine began theirs. To my relief, he folded the fins on his upper arms, and I reveled in the soft yet resistant feel of his various scales, from the thicker and wider ones on his shoulders to the smaller, shimmering ones on his chest and arms.
Breaking the kiss, Szaro’s lips traced my jawline to my neck, and he bent me backwards so that his mouth could continue its journey on my skin. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, both of my hands hanging on to his muscular upper arms. In this new position, the swaying of his hips to keep us afloat created the most sinful friction of his pelvis against my core. I moaned again from the electric sparks it sent running down my legs and from the burning heat of his mouth sucking on one of my nipples.
Soon he had my inner walls contracting with need. When he pulled me up and reclaimed my mouth, I thought he was going to extrude and lower me onto his length, but he simply slipped his right hand behind my bum and reached around to caress my sex. My clit was so engorged that a single touch had me moaning loudly against his mouth. Szaro tightened his hold around me, broke the kiss, and stared at my face with an intense look. The movement of his fingers on my little nub was tentative. In my lusty haze, I realized he was unfamiliar with it and was likely studying my reactions to his touch to understand better.
I leaned in to kiss him again, but he moved his head back to continue observing me. Lips parted, breathing loudly as pleasure slowly built within, I closed my eyes and surrendered to his increasingly controlled touch. I threw my head back with a sharp cry when my climax washed over me, my nails digging into Szaro’s arms. He emitted that rattling purr again and crushed my lips with a possessive kiss as I continued to tremble against him.
Without stopping, he bent himself backwards until he was lying on his back in the water with me on top of him. Szaro’s open hood almost behaved like a flotation device as he resumed swimming along the river. He didn’t go back to the shore immediately, circling around in the water as his hands caressed me. I kissed his face and neck while the water licked our feverish skin.
It was only when Szaro turned us around before straightening that I realized he’d finally moved to the shore. With my legs still wrapped around his waist, I let my man carry me to a soft bed of moss a short distance from the water. He laid me down on it, but instead of joining me, he stared at me with an air of wonder, his gaze lingering especially on my legs. I was surprised not to feel embarrassed or extremely self-conscious, but how could I when he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the universe?
He lowered himself and, starting at my feet, traced his fingers up my legs—his lips following in their wake. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin as he reached my knees and rubbed the soft scales of his cheek on my right thigh. A heavy weight seemed to sit on my chest, making it hard to take anything more than shallow breaths as his face inched closer to the apex of my thighs. His broad shoulders nudged my legs apart as he settled between them.
Szaro flicked his tongue and a rattling-purr rose from his throat before his thumb began to gently caress my seam. It then lingered on my clit, which appeared to fascinate him. And then his warm breath fanned over my sex, followed by the burning wetness of his mouth. With a strangled moan, I arched my neck, tilting my head back, one hand pinching my left nipple while the palm of the other rubbed the soft scales of his hood.
My man took his time, exploring, tasting, testing, analyzing each of my responses to his fingers, his tongue, and his mouth on me. The slow build-up of pleasure had an endless string of moans flowing through my lips, my skin tingling with the fire raging within. Through my blissful haze, I saw the tip of his tail curl up near my head, the scales parting to let out his rattles. Heart pounding, I waited for him to begin shaking them, the way he had during our wedding ceremony.
And then he did.
Simultaneously, he stabbed his forked tongue inside of me. Searing heat swept all over my skin, and a blinding light exploded before my eyes under the violence of the orgasm that slammed into me. I couldn’t tell what happened for the next few minutes. I was flying way too high. By the time I reconnected with reality—my body still shaking with the last few spasms of ecstasy—Szaro lay on top of me, staring at my face with pride, desire, and possessiveness.
It took me a moment to realize what he was waiting for. I wrapped my arms around his neck and spread my legs wide, allowing him to settle more comfortably between them. His slit-shaped pupils dilated, and his lips parted, giving me a peek of his sharp fangs. And then I felt his scales part below the waist, his stiff, pre-lubricated length resting against my core. He once more paused, his eyes flicking between mine. I nodded, leaving no doubt of my consent.
Szaro smiled and began rubbing himself against me. A powerful shiver ran through me as the ‘spikes’ along his shaft massaged my clit with each back and forth. After a few such movements, he lowered his head to capture my lips and began to insert himself into me. Good heavens, he was big!
Despite how wet he had made me and his pre-lubrication, my body attempted to resist him. Szaro broke the kiss just long enough to stab his fangs into my neck, injecting me with some of his paralytic venom. It was a small enough quantity that it merely forced my muscles to relax on top of giving me a nice buzz. Seconds later, my body yielded, welcoming him in. Szaro swallowed the voluptuous moan that rose from me, his tongue invading my mouth as his shaft began to move inside of me.
Whatever fantasies I’d entertained since seeing his spikes, reality completely shattered them. When Szaro began to control his spikes, resorbing them on the way in, and expanding them on the way out, I thought I would go insane. With each stroke, a ball of fire exploded in the pit of my stomach, sending liquid flames through my veins, consuming me from within.
Clawing at his scales, shouting with ecstasy, I writhed beneath him as he picked up the pace. Each thrust, deeper, harder, faster, had me tumbling into a vortex of sensations. Szaro wrested another orgasm out of me before slipping his arms behind my knees to open me even wider for him. This time, the controlled, methodical lover that had made me see stars finally seemed to lose control and give in to his own passion.
My head rolled from side to side as he pounded into me, each rocking motion sending electric sparks throughout my body. It was sensory overload. My entire body was nothing more than a maelstrom of overwhelming sensations. From his alien cock wrecking me, to the gentle scraping of his scales against my naked flesh, and to the rattling growl of his moans in my ear, my world narrowed down to Szaro claiming me… destroying me.
When my next climax shattered me, I thought my mind would fracture. Szaro roared his own release, his seed shooting into my battered insides with powerful spurts. His arms tightening around me in an almost painful embrace kept me rooted in reality. He continued moving in and out of me until his seed was spent. He kissed my face with reverence, whispering words in Ordosian that I couldn’t understand. Finally, he turned us around, laying me on top of him and wrapping his arms and tail possessively around my trembling body.
