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Masturbating while standing naked in front of a full length mirror with a first edition of 'Encyclopedia De Monsteris' balanced on her head Dr Aspel recited her carefully prepared lecture out loud. Her usually strong voice quivered a little as her hands worked at the swollen flesh between her thighs.

It was important that she would be able to give a coherent presentation even in the most distracting circumstances. Her future career depended on it and she had been practicing every night for a full month.

She watched the woman in the mirror struggle to speak calmly with two fingers hooked between the damply enflamed fleshy lips of her vaginal mouth and the humming tip of an elongated tubular brass vibratory mechanism playing across her erected clitoris with maddening ferocity. The carefully balanced book ensured she maintained an upright posture. If it fell she would begin her speech from the start once more.

The vibrational device was ruthlessly effective at pleasuring her. She had learned how and where to apply it and at which of it's three oscillating speeds in order to keep her body at the brink of ecstasy though not convey the relief she was quite ready to beg for.

The woman in the mirror was in her early fifties with the lean weathered build of a committed outdoorswoman. Her forearms, face and neck were tanned but her legs and torso were pale. Her smallish breasts sat wide apart on her chest. The dark pink domes of her nipples were flushed and rigid with stimulation. The flesh of her right hip was heavily scarred from a decade old encounter with an angry water horse. Her hazel hair was shot through with grey and hung carelessly loose to her shoulders. Her sun toughened skin glistened with perspiration from her intimate exertions.

Dr Aspel finished running through her presentation for the fifth time that evening. She was sweating with the effort of it. As she gazed into the eyes of her reflection she realized that she had never seen herself reach an orgasm before she had begun preparations for this lecture.

Of course she had experienced a great many orgasms in her life and was not shy about providing them herself when suitable company was not available but prior to recent weeks she had never watched herself.

She held her own gaze and saw her face twist in an involuntary grimace of ecstasy that was so close to pain she wasn't sure she knew the difference. The warm slick metal of the vibrator nudged firmly into her cleft and she forced herself not to close her eyes as the sensations became unbearable.

The book slipped from her head and landed noisily on the floor.

Dr Hortense Aspel had at one time been a respected member of the Royal Institute Of Explorers. She had published many learned papers and had been a much sought after speaker for social events.

That was before she had announced discovery of a miraculous creature which she claimed hailed from Atlantis. It wasn't so much her sensational claim that damaged her reputation rather it was the details of how she discovered the creature in the waters off the Greek coast and how she had spoken with it during that first meeting.

The lurid details of her encounter with the purportedly Atlantean beast had been refused publication by the respectable scientific press but had been picked up by a number of insalubrious penny dreadfuls. The cheap horror pulps had not only printed her story but illustrated it with shockingly graphic art that depicted Dr Aspel as some scantily clad full bosomed wanton.

She had become a laughing stock, accused of delusion and falsehood. At fifty one years of age she found herself cast out of the academic circles that had been her entire life for decades.

She had been left only one opportunity to redeem her reputation and regain her former position. That opportunity was in the form of a lecture to the august ranks of the Society itself. She would have the chance to demonstrate that her discovery, and the manner of it, was nothing less than the unvarnished truth.

Two days later and she was standing on stage at the headquarters of the Royal Institute. She had stood on that dark wooden stage many times in her career but she could not remember ever being so nervous.

She was dressed in a high necked blouse of starched mint green cotton and a long skirt of charcoal wool. She much preferred the practicality of trousers but the skirt would be convenient for her purposes tonight. Her hair was worn in a neat bun and there was a straw boater upon her head.

Despite her damaged reputation she looked entirely respectable. Alongside her on stage was a glass aquarium of murky seaweed. The glass tank was as large as a travelling trunk but not so big as to suggest it held anything of great interest to those expecting a sea monster.

The gaslights at the front of the stage made it hard for Dr Aspel to see out into the audience for which she was grateful. She knew if she could see them she would recognize many faces from the scientific community and the press. The thought caused cold nervous sweat to run down the small of her back and gather at the strap of her brassiere.

The doors to the auditorium closed signalling the start of her lecture and the audience grew quiet in anticipation.

Dr Aspel walked to the front of the stage, her stout leather boots loud on the waxed oak boards.

"Gentleman, ladies, esteemed colleagues thank you for your attendance. I ask one thing of you this evening: your patience.

I have no doubt what I will show you will convince you of the truth of my discovery but the means of showing you this will be shocking. I will not prevaricate or attempt to talk you into belief, I will simply show you. All I ask is that you are patient and bear witness without judgement until my demonstration is concluded."

The audience did not respond apart from a few barely suppressed laughs from the darkness.

"Those of you familiar with my account and the unfortunately salacious renderings of it in the press will know that in order to demonstrate my discovery I shall have to expose my body to you. Please do not be shocked by this and understand I do this only in the strictest pursuit of science."

Dr Aspel's long fingered hands trembled a little as she faced the audience and began to unbutton her blouse.

"I first encountered the creature entirely by accident whilst bathing in the sea. At first I had no idea what manner of creature it was."

She folder her blouse and placed it neatly atop a stool by the glass tank. There were a few gasps and laughs from the audience as she reached back to unclasp her brassiere.

She did her best to conceal her embarrassment as her breasts were exposed sagging slightly on her chest as her brassiere came free. She placed the undergarment atop her folded blouse. Her back was shiney with sweat gleaming in the stage lights as she turned.

With one bare arm she reached into the tank and carefully extracted a large limpet like shellfish.

The creatures shell was a greenish colour and rose up to a whirled point. At it's base it was perhaps three inches across. She held the glistening shellfish towards the audience turned so they could see it's slimy muscular foot and the rasping pinkish tongue that emerged from the underside of the shell.

"Whilst I was bathing a shellfish such as this latched onto a delicate portion of my anatomy. Like so."

She held the shellfish over the swollen dome of her puffy right nipple. The audience gasped as the creatures fleshy pink foot reached out and affixed itself to the vulnerable nipple. Dr Aspel bit back a groan.

"You will have noted the large radula or tongue of the creature, it is now employing this to stimulate my nipple while the creatures muscular foot both secures it firmly to my breast and simultaneously applies a twisting motion to the tissues of my nipple and areaola."

"It's twisting her tit!" laughed one of the journalists.

"Crudely put but essentially correct." responded Dr Aspel. "It is stimulating me with both pain and pleasure."

"The old duck is enjoying it!" called another voice.

"Gentleman I requested your patience, kindly hear me out." chided Dr Aspel. She continued.

"It is no coincidence that on our first encounter the creature found purchase on my nipple. I was bathing naked at the time so was somewhat vulnerable but the creature was very specific in it's point of attack. My nipples are extremely sensitive..."

"I recall." commented a voice from the audience. It was met with laughter.

Dr Aspel ignored it and resumed speaking.

"You will see my left nipple has become quite swollen and congested in sympathy with the torments visited on it's companion but it too must suffer."

Dr Aspel returned to the murky tank and extracted a second shellfish. She held it up so the audience could see the squirming mouthparts of the sea mollusc. Then she applied it to her left nipple. It latched hungrily on.

With the two creatures rasping, sucking and twisting at her engorged nipples and the weight of the creatures pulling down her breasts Dr Aspel's voice tightened with strain. She was glad of her weeks of practice in front of the mirror.

"Oh, it looks so horrid, it must be agony for you." someone called from the audience. They sounded more excited than sympathetic.

Dr Aspel composed herself visibly and fought the urge to cup her breasts to at least support the weight of the shellfish hanging from her chest.

"There is pain but also pleasure. At first I thought the creatures were attacking me in mindless hunger. I thought them to be simple, if unusually aggressive, molluscs. I later learned that the stimulation is applied to forge a link with my nervous system. The point of connection is at sites with a multitude of nerve endings."

She gestured to the tank. It was lit by the stage lights and the audience could now see movement in the murky water although there appeared to be nothing in the tank save dark fronded sea weed and a number of the limpet like shellfish.

"The...ahh..the creatures are now employing their radula upon the ..oh...the very tips of my nipples.." shuddered Dr Aspel as she gripped the edge of the tank for support.

Inside the tank the shellfish and seaweed appeared to be moving sluggishly together. A shape was forming in the water. Bulges of seaweed splashed fitfully upwards out of the tank.

"As I...as I said the purpose of the creatures stimulating me in this way is to forge a link from which they draw information. Such a link requires a close and intimate physical connection."

The audience gasped again as Dr Aspel began unfastening her skirts.

"I ask for your continued forbearance as we must take things further."

Dr Aspel removed her skirt, petticoats and bloomers. She now stood on stage in nothing save her boots, stockings, straw boater and the monstrous shell fish latched to her breasts.

The torturous attentions of the molluscs grinding and twisting on her nipples did at least distract her from the embarrassing spectacle she was making.

She reached into the now churning waters of the tank and brought out a third shellfish. It's serrated radula flailed in the air.

Dr Aspel steeled herself then leaned backwards moving her feet apart and using the fingers of her free hand to spread the thick fleshy folds of her labia.

"You will note the excessive fluid secretions from my vaginal opening. The creatures on my nipples are stimulating me to a heightened state of arousal..."

"Looks like the filly was put away wet." called out someone but they were ignored for everyone was intent on Dr Aspel. She was clearly struggling now, her voice cracked with strain breaking into half moans between her words.

"My aroused state is considerably more intense than I would usually experience during intimate activity. Even from your vantage point you can see my clitoris is unnaturally large with engorgement..."

Dr Aspel flinched as warm fluid dripped sluggishly from between her legs to the stage floor. The soft wet slap of it was audible over the bubbling from the tank.

The audience was transfixed with a mix of curiosity, prurient interest and horror as Dr Aspel held the third shellfish over her clitoris and let it latch on.

The creatures grasped her pubic mound with it's muscular foot. Dr Aspel groaned deeply and staggered almost falling.

"The..the..it..the creature has my ..my clitoris in it's mouthparts and is applying...stimulation.. rolling, twisting, manipulations, the radula is whipping across my organ .... all to further strengthen the neuro psychic bond...aah..my apologies it is difficult to..ohh...to maintain my decorum ...we are nearing the final stages of connection.."

Her hands fluttered desperately in the air as she fought the urge to claw at her own body.

"Dr Aspel." called a stern voice from amidst the auditorium crowd. "So far all we have seen is you disporting yourself obscenely with admittedly large but common sea creatures. Where is this Atlantean beast you boast of?"

"I asked for your..nnnhh... patience Sir and it shall soon be..aaahhh.. rewarded."

Dr Aspel walked with some difficulty over to the tank. Her inner thighs were wet with her juices now and her breath was coming in gasps. She grasped the edge of the aquarium and pulled herself astride it, her thighs pulled wide open above the murky fluids of the tank.

Knotted tendrils of dark seaweed rose like serpents from the waters. They slid unerringly up between Dr Aspel's open thighs. She cried out along with the audience as the seaweed tendrils pushed inside her body.

"You will ...uhhhh... see that the weeds have penetrated my..mu..my.... vaginal and ..uhhhh..rectal passages, they are deep..uhh.. deep inside me..this is to maximize the area of contact while...nnnhhh.. simultaneously providing maximum stimulation. Despite the appearance and the affect on my person this is ....is not a s...sss..sexual act in the conventional sense. Forgive me but I shall reach my climax shortly I...I...that will signify completion of the connection."

"What connection? What with?" called someone.

Dr Aspel whimpered as a thin strand of seaweed began to explore her urethra. The briney water stung her delicate internal membranes. She writhed atop the tank gripping the edges for support as she fought to continue speaking.

"The creature I..aaahhhh.. encountered was a colony creature made up of...of... numerous organisms. The individual components...nnnnhh.. appeared quite mundane. Aahhh...oh please...give me a moment...aaah..the ..the creature only reveals itself as an ..aaah. intelligence after forming a link with ....with...oh god...oh..not there...oh..forming a link ...a link...with another intelligent species.."

She dissolved into semi orgasmic sobs quite at odds with her usual calm public demeanour. Her pubic cleft was now a mass of twirling green seaweed, the giant shellfish was moving on her clitoris. The audience looked on in shock. Something was rising from the waters of the tank. Dr Aspel managed to regain her voice.

"It ...it takes on the form...ahh... form of the other species to better facilitate communication...I'm sorry I cannot...I cannot...oh please...ahhh...please .."

Dr Aspel fell backwards supported by thick streamers of seaweed wound around her shaking legs. She continued to make incoherent sounds of pleasure but the audience was fixated on the creature that had now risen from the tank.

It stood as tall as Dr Aspel although only it's upper body was visible above the water. That body was composed of dark green seaweed wound thickly about shellfish embedded in the mass. It was recognizably humanoid with arms ending in weed tendrils, a torso and a head. It's face was a mass of kelp with the mouth formed from the outward facing underside of one of the shellfish.

Dr Aspen continued to spasm in ecstasy.

"Would ...you...take...over...please..." she managed to say between moans.

The audience wondered who she was talking to. Then, to their shock, the seaweed creature spoke.

It's voice was a damp rustle but it spoke perfect elegantly phrased English. It's accent was similar to Dr Aspel's.

"Thank you for the introduction Dr Aspel. Now do your colleagues have any questions?"

There was a long moment of shocked silence from the audience. The quiet broken by Dr Aspel's shuddering cries of pleasure. Then the room erupted into questions.

New writer workshopping different kinks! Enjoy this silly little tentacle monster scene I wrote 😄 Constructive feedback welcome! Hopefully more to come! (ha!)

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"Get a hold of yourself, Erin, the map says the treasure is this way." Willow shook the map out in front of her, adjusting the tilt of it to ensure they were heading the right direction. For a Paladin, Erin was incredibly squeamish of trouble despite the heavy armor he wore as they went forward.

"Willow, no. If we go that way, it's certain death." Erin gripped his sword at the hilt with both hands, the tip pointed towards the ground as he squeezed in nervously. The rest of the party was still behind a few paces, taking their time catching up.

"Listen, you said that about every single branch in the road up until this point. I'm going this way." Willow pointed towards the dark fork in the caverns, vines hanging like stalactites off of the damp ceiling. The other route looked drier, empty. Treasure was never somewhere safe.

Her steps echoed at she pivoted into the darkness. Her staff added a third uneven beat to the steps and she summoned a quick orb of light to accompany her as she was swallowed by the darkness. Erin called after her. "Wait! Wait!"

There was no other noise, just the quick whoosh of air as she fell. Erin calling frantically after her. "Willow! Willow!"

The cave seemed to swallow her whole and before she knew it, her body was crashing into wall after wall of narrow chute until she was let out onto a soft bed of moss, or what felt like moss. The bottom of the cave was squishy and plant-like, moist, and… moving? She jumped as the floor seemed to shudder under her sudden weight, gripping at her staff harder. How she'd managed not to drop the thing in the surprise, she wasn't sure. "Erin!" She called. "Erin!" The depths swallowed the sound of her voice and she couldn't hear Erin's timid voice or the deep timbre of their dwarven barbarian. It was just her and an oddly silent, nearly pitch black cave with a floor that moved.

She sucked in a breath and then blew the air out until her lungs were completely deflated. What was she supposed to do now?

Her elbows pressed into the soft undulating ground beneath her, pushing herself into a seated position. The little orb of light, thankfully, had followed her into the depths. It must have been a sight to see her and her light suddenly wink out when she fell with not even enough time for a scream. Her hand stretched out in front of her, bending each joint, testing. Well… at least she wasn't hurt.

Willow tried to stand but each time her foot found purchase on the undulating ground, it moved, tripping her and halting her progress. She groaned each time until finally, it moved once more and she fell on her back with her limbs splayed like a marrionette. Her staff fell out of her hands and rolled away. She'd have to crawl to fetch it. "Great. How am I supposed to get out, if I can't even stand. Good going, Willow." The floor moved again, this time not as one whole mass but a singular tentacle popping from the sea of movement.

It seemed curious, tilting the tip back and forth as though sniffing out the new thing that landed on top of it. The limb stretched until it was caressing her arm, moving further in until it was touching the bare skin of her chest where her robe ribbed in the fall. "Hey, that's unnecessary." She said, slapping the thing away as though it were a wasp. It shook off her attack easily and dove back in to continue its exploration. It didn't stop at her chest, instead it slithered its way across her stomach, finding the hem of her skirt and hitching it up to find more pale skin beneath. It seemed to like what it found because another tentacle sprung up to join, then another.

She batted them away like flies, desperately trying to keep them away from her naked skin but it was no use, they were stronger than she was, and determined. "What the- Hey, stop that!"

More tentacles sprouted from the writhing mass and captured her pesky hands, holding them away from her, keeping her from being able to fight them off. She screamed in alarm. What was it doing? Her hips twisted, trying to get out of its grasp and her feet kicked. Two more thick tentacles sprang forward, wrapping around her ankles until her legs too were restrained.

This was the point when Willow truely started to panic. Sweat beaded like dew across the back of her neck and forehead, plastering a few dark curls to her forehead. Her pupils dilated until her green eyes were eclipsed and her heart galloped away. A handful of stray tears escaped the corners of her eyes as she struggled and imagined an awful, painful end. She didn't want to die. She was too young to die. Of all the stupid, risky plans, this was how she would go?

A new tentacle emerged with a new type of appendage, something that looked floral with the way the tip split into five equal pink petals. It looked botanical but each petal seemed to retain the ability to move independantly, like fingers or perhaps an elephant's trunk. It zeroed in on her face, attaching itself over her nose and mouth. For a moment she thought this was it, this would be her end, stuck in the darkest monster's pit, restrained until it would finally consume her. In her panic, she took several gasping breaths.

The air from the flower smelled sweet, almost like spun sugar or caramel. The hairs on the inside of her nose tickled and just as the flower released from her face, she sneezed. A cloud of spores floated lightly through the soft beam of light from her magic orb and she realized it had been pollen that she breathed in. But why?

Then, her body relaxed. Her heart slowed from a gallop to a cantor while her breathing calmed into something normal. The racing thoughts of impending doom slowed too, replaced by thoughts of comfort and, oh, that actually felt quite nice. The tentacles didn't release her arms or legs but seemed to ease off on her restraints now that she wasn't fighting quite so much. Another thick vine probed at the remnants of her robes, ripping them further along where they'd already been torn. The other tentacles joined in, gripping and pulling on the fabric. She could almost hear each woven strand snap as the monster pulled away the only layer of clothing that covered her, revealing her ample chest, flared hips, and petal pink areolas.

It didn't seem to have eyes but the vines all seemed to pull away for a moment to admire her unmarred skin and the galaxy of freckles that dusted over her chest and cheeks. They dove back in a moment later though, content now that she was completely free of that limiting fabric. The flexible tip of one tentacle caressed the line of her jaw, down her neck to the base of her shoulder until it found her pulse point and latched on with suction she didn't even realize it was capable of. A spear of panic shot through her system but was tamped down by whatever pollen it had her inhale earlier. She whined into the touch, as though it was a lover there and not some unknown monster. Her eyes widened as the fog of her mind lifted for a moment and she tried to pull away.

A thick vine wrapped around her middle now, picking her up as though she weighed nothing, and hoisted her up into the air, her limbs spread like a new sapling in the spring sun. Beads of sweat glimmered in her magic light like jewels and she tried to squirm, though whatever she'd been given made her move slower. Why did she even want to get away?

The tendrils held her firmly and explored her tenderly. There were several now, all across different parts of her body. Two swept across the curves of her legs, over the soft pillowy thighs and seashell curve of her calves. Another swirled around the swell of her chest, testing the weight of the mounds of flesh before probing at the small firm peaks, pinching and rolling curiously.

The motion drew a moan out beside herself. The noise surprised her and she squirmed again. Her body felt suddenly warm, as though she'd taken a shot of strong whiskey at the pub and a familiar slickness emerged between her thighs. The scent of arousal piqued the monsters interest and two more tentacles went to investigate the new substance secreting from its prey. Prey? Captive? Experiment? She didn't know. All she knew was fear but also… pleasure? Her body seemed to react on its own, separate from her mind- and even that seemed to be sluggish.

The tips of the vines were soft but firm against her flesh while it probed through the creases where her thighs met her torso and across the soft fluff just at the apex of her thighs. It caressed the backs of her knees which made her flinch. "Ah. That tickles." She complained, though a trail of arousal slipped down her leg, betraying the creature to the direction of the smell and it slithered up towards the source. Her pussy was soaked already and the arousal dripped down her thighs in thick rivulets. She tried to squeeze her legs shut to prevent the creature from going there, but it held her ankles apart firmly. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and for a moment, she wondered what would happen if she just surrendered? It wasn't hurting her. It was just playing.

The tentacles poked at her mound, testing, and then slithered along her slit, bathing in her. She twisted her hips but slowly stilled as it worked, finding the sensation not horrifying but pleasurable. She sighed as it explored, now dipping within the puffy lips, seemingly content that it indeed found the source of her scent.

The vine that had been working on her breast split into two, each sprouting two of those floral like ends. They swirled around her nipples as they searched for her reactions. It seemed to like it when she squirmed or gasped or moaned. Her breaths came in stacatto gasps as they played, pinching, rolling, then finally sucking as they attached to the apex of both breasts. Her chest heaved and jiggled as she tried to shake them off but gods, it felt good. Her nipples were sensitive in a way she didn't realize her own body could feel. They were warm and heavy on her chest and with the suction? Her core throbbed on air and she moaned. She simply couldn't help it.

The two tentacles at her entrance were taking their time exploring her folds, lingering up one side of her entrance, then diving across the other. It tested the little mound of nerves at the top of her opening and she couldn't keep them back, her hips bucked against it. She gasped. The tentacle came out to watch the reaction, then went back in to test again. It circled her clit again and again, observing as she bucked and squirmed in pleasure. More arousal dripped from between her lips, falling onto the writhing floor below. The creature seemed to like that, tentacles sucked up what fell, and more slithered up her legs to get a taste. Each one left a trail of suction marks across her thigh, cleaning up the little trail she'd produced.

The more time passed, the more she forgot why she'd struggled in the first place. Her chest was being suckled, her jaw caressed, her ass squeezed, and it all felt incredible. It was as though each neuron in her body was firing at once and the warmth that had bloomed in her belly was stoked with each and every stroke of a vine, or suck of a petaled end. Her party was long forgotten. Why had they been exploring this cave system in the first place? Did it matter when she could feel like this?

Her parted legs were pulled further apart as the curious vines delved further into her. One found her entrance, tentatively poking in, just the tip before it realized what it had found. The head of that tentacle unsheathed what lay beneath, dripping a thick blue slime from the end. It gave her no warning and plunged itself into her easily as wet as she already was. It began to writhe and pull out and she thought it might be done. "No, no, don't." She said weakly, through ragged breaths. It dove back in with vigor, enjoying the sensation of her warm soft walls. The smooth expanse of her stomach bulged with each thrust of the thick appendage. "Oh." She said finally as the feeling of the intrusion adjusted and whatever trepidation she felt was replaced with bliss.

The vines at her breasts sucked relentlessly and two more had emerged to wrap around the heavy mounds to knead them like dough. Had they gotten heavier? The fog of her mind parted only for a moment to register that they had once felt a certain way and now they felt twice as heavy. It didn't make any sense. There wasn't any magic to do that, or at least none that she knew of. The creature didn't seem to mind the pause in her thoughts, it only suckled and kneaded away until her nipples let out a creamy white fluid that the flowers lapped up happily.

This delighted the creature and it only worked her breasts harder, kneading them until they were pink from the abuse. The feeling was euphoric and she shouted in pleasure as it worked, heaving in breaths. "Oh, oh, yes." She shouted, finally giving into the creature. Willow's muscles relaxed as she let the creature hold her body weight completely, only focusing on the sensations that it was more than happy to give her.

Frankly, it was too much. Her body was completely overwhelmed. And just when she thought there was nowhere else for this creature to find, a single probing vine that had been busy kneading her ass found another entrance. Two vines helped it by parting her thick cheeks, jiggling as the vine in her pussy pumped in and out. This vine followed the same process as the one currently inside of her, unsheathing it's tip until the revealed slit was dripping electric blue goo down her ass and legs. It probed and she flinched, though with everything else attatched to her, inside of her, there was no more fight left. She was flooded with pleasure from every direction, so when the vine finally slithered its way in, lubricating itself with the electric blue substance that secreted from its tip, she could only moan.

The vine traveled deep inside of her, bulging her stomach from a different direction, and began to pump in and out, off time from the other. Willow had never been so full in her entire life. There was an overlap in time when once vine entered and the other pulled out and those moments when her interior walls pressed into each other were heaven. Perhaps this was the afterlife after all. Maybe she'd fallen to her death and now she was rewarded with an eternity of pleasure. The monster suckled at her breasts and nipped and kneaded along her pulse points. All thoughts evaporated again.

She was completely overwhelmed by too many tentacles to count, all touching and caressing and pumping and sucking. A rubber band tightened across her lower belly the more the creature worked and her hips bucked forward. A smaller vine sprouted from the large one working her pussy and with one of those flower like structures, suctioned itself to her clit. It pulsed air back and forth across the sensitive bud. Her whole body tensed as that rubberband stretched to its limit. Each hole was stuffed fuller than she knew she could take and the assault on her clit left her panting.

That was it. Willow convulsed and screamed into the cavern, the walls of her pussy contracting around both vines and a watery fluid squirted around the beast at her entrance, dripping down and mixing with whatever blue mess it created. Her pleasure came in waves and the monster only rode them forward, not letting up for a moment. It seemed to enjoy the way her pussy pulsed around its vines and only slowed to let her catch her breath for a moment before it began its attack again. This time, two more tentacles came from below, both unsheathing and leaking goo, to probe the same holes where the other two were thrusting.

For a moment they both pulled out, leaving her gaping and empty. She groaned, her pussy throbbing around air again. But then two tentacles entered her in each hole, thrusting in and out of her harder now, with more vigor. The tentacles at her breasts sucked and kneaded aggressively. She leaked from both of her nipples while her pussy dripped onto the onslaught of vines, every drop lapped up by a roving sucker. The floor writhed happily and sprouted floral heads of every color, all curious to try a taste of her.

Her mind was a complete haze. There was no memory of who she was or where she'd come from. She didn't remember why she'd been so afraid, though she remembered she had been. Every neuron was alight, every cell bathed in pleasure, and as her climax subsided, it only started to build again.

The creature realized late that there was one more entrance to explore and it sent another thick tendril up towards her mouth, unsheathing and leaking like the others. It poked at her mouth slowly, testing her lips, smearing the flourescent blue across her face. Eventually she realized it wanted her to open her mouth and it plunged in. Whatever was leaking from the monster, she realized, tasted good- sweet, a little vegetal like grass in summer, but also citrusy. The sensation was so strange it pulled her attention from the assault on the rest of her body just long enough for her to suck for more. Her lips pulled taught around the appendage and it thrust into her cheek, seeking the same warm tension the others felt inside of her.

It chased her through orgasm after orgasm, never letting up or letting go. She was a trembling mess and even if the beast had let her go, she would not have been able to support herself with her own muscles. It thrusted, she bucked into the air, her back arching. Her chest swelled larger than she thought possible, a side affect of the flower surely, and her nipples leaked so much that the vines could not suck it all and it leaked out of the sides onto the vines across the floor. She was incoherent, her gasps led into moans, which led into cries. Sweat plastered hair across her forehead and dripped down her neck and back.

Suddenly the creature stopped, pausing just long enough that she thought it was done, then renewed its assault with a passion. It thrusted into her, bulging her stomach from both angles, invading her mouth. It worked like this for a long minute and then jerked frantically and spewed a sapphire blue substance out from every orifice. The substance was warm and filled her from the inside out, stuffed like a cream horn. It filled the small bulge in her stomach and the rest leaked out around their connection, dripping down her thighs, down the length of the tentacle, and across the floor. The vine at her mouth came at the same time, spewing the darker blue liquid into her mouth until it too was spilling out across her cheeks and chin. She swallowed as much as she could, finding she loved the taste, but it was too much and it fell across her chest, dripping until it mixed with the cream from her breasts.

It released the substance for what felt like an eternity, pumping her with load after load of gooey monster seed. A veritable pond was left below them when it finally subsided, gallons of the stuff left all around them. The vines slowly pulled out of her, each with a pop. The one at her mouth fell out and the flowers at her nipples gave one last suck before also peeling away. The assault at her clit ceased and each vine that had been kneading or sucking on skin retreated slowly, caressing her naked skin as it left.

Content, the monster cleared a small patch on the floor and set her down, boneless and sated on the cave bottom. A vine caressed her face once more and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before retreating from the area entirely leaving her for her friends to find. There, Willow sat in a puddle of fluids and blue cum. Her limbs were limp and her breathing slow.

It took some time, but a rope dangled from the ceiling eventually. Erin dropped down from above, sword at the ready, but by the time he arrived, the creature had gone elsewhere. The cave was blessedly empty and there was only the sound of his boots as he jumped off the rope end. He looked around briefly before identifying the naked pile that was his friend, covered in fluids, crumpled like a spent tissue on the ground.

"Willow! Willow, are you okay? We're here." He knealed beside her, looking for signs of life or death and exhaled when her chest moved slowly. Sleeping. She was sleeping.

"Oh thank the gods." He muttered, scooping her in his arms, "I've got you. I've got you. Gods, you scared me there for a moment." He looked down at her, hair wet and crusted in sweat, body dripping and sticky. "What happened to you?" He wondered aloud, then brought her securely into his chest and wrapped his cloak around her.

"You're safe now. Let's get home."

 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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The past week had been... interesting.

I spent two days in the eastern farmlands running a wolf pack off territory they'd decided was theirs, which should have been a three day job. Wolves are usually loud and stubborn about leaving territory, but this pack settled down the second afternoon as if asking nicely was all it took. No complaints from me, but in the back of my mind I couldn't shake how strange it was.

After I got back to town I took up a contract to clear out a stirge colony that had taken over a warehouse on the south side of town. Stirges are usually bold, but they're manageable. These ones came at me in a frenzy right from the start, much more aggressive than the size of the colony warranted. I went home that night exhausted, smelling like rotten iron.

I figured those last two jobs were just how it goes, good jobs and bad jobs, but then there was the juvenile basilisk. It had wandered in about a mile outside of town and settled into a livestock barn. Three parties passed on it before the guild asked me very nicely to do them a solid. I was able to fold equipment coverage into the contract, which helped, but juveniles are unpredictable enough that I'd gone in bracing for a fight. I didn't get one. Instead, it seemed to follow my every direction as soon as I got there, and I was able to guide it back into the hill country caves where it belonged in just under five hours.

I did a lot of thinking on the walk back home that night.

The warmth I was feeling in my body never quite went away after that cave job. That night in Cole's room helped, sure, but there was still that low level heat in my core that I couldn't shake. Sometimes my hands were too warm, my palms radiating heat even in cold rain. Sometimes I was aware of every point of contact my clothes made with my skin, the drag of fabric with each step, the weight of a hem against my thigh. And sometimes it showed up in spikes of uninvited, lingering arousal. It was the worst at night, alone, my mind drifting somewhere I didn't really encourage it to go.

I'd been telling myself that it was all residual, something that the tentacle creature's biology had introduced into mine that would work its way out after some more time. But it'd been a full week and it wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't getting worse either, just... present. I was still functional, and taking on three decent jobs in a week was proof of that. I was managing.

I was almost feeling like a person again as I sat down across from Tanya for drinks at Cole's bar.

She was already halfway through her drink, which was usually a sign that she had something on her mind. Tanya was barely a year into the contracting life. She'd mostly figured out how the guild worked; contracts, collateral fees and so on, but she still struggled with party politics. She'd been with the same party this whole time, but the way she talked about them lately, it'd been fracturing for weeks. I warned her that there'd probably be a split coming, but she was still optimistic. I never cared for parties.

Cole swung by as I settled in, dropping off my favorite northern brew.

"You know, most of my regulars drink better stuff than this," he said.

"Some of us have good taste," I said back. "Put Tanya's next one on my tab." He grinned and headed back to the bar.

Tanya took another sip of her drink, some kind of mead, and looked up at me. "So, we took a job last week," she said. "One of those removal contracts, but get this - it was a lizardman who was burning trees on the client's property. Actually burning them."

"Huh." She was right, that was odd. Lizardfolk were typically scared off by fire. "So how'd it go, did you figure out why?"

She shook her head, looking back at her drink. "None of our approaches worked. Whenever we tried to get close, he just got between us and the fire. Every single time." She took a sip. "We'd split up, he'd track the closest one. He wouldn't move more than a few feet when we tried to draw him off the fire."

"How was he defending it?" I asked. "Aggressive, or just like, in the way?"

"That's the thing, he was always just in the way. Persistent. He didn't want to fight but he would take up that defensive posture, you know?" She paused, looking down at her glass. "But at one point he just... stopped, and looked straight at me. He got closer than he'd gotten to any of us, just standing there and looking at me for a moment. Then he went back to the fire." She shrugged, looking at me again. "Still not sure what that was about."

I had a theory. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share it. "What kind of look?"

"That's the thing. Not threatening. Just..." she paused. "Focused. Like he was trying to figure something out about me." She shook her head. "That's when it all went bad. One of them said we should just kill him and be done with it. Another one reminded him you can't just kill a non-threatening creature, and then it just..." she sighed and took another drink.

"That bad, huh?"

"You know the group's been coming apart for a while." She looked out the window. "This was just the last thread."

"Oh Tanya," I said, tilting my head and holding my hand out across the table. She took it and finished the last of her drink, just in time for Cole to drop off her second round. We sat there for a minute, and I thought about that lizardman's behavior. The way he kept putting himself between Tanya's group and the flames, persistent, not aggressive, just immovable. The way he'd broken off to look at her specifically. It sounded like he was defending that fire the way a mother would defend her nest, and the moment with Tanya sounded less like a threat and more like something else entirely. All of it sounded so off.

"Lizardfolk hate fire," I said, almost to myself. Tanya looked up at me, and I continued. "They can't stand intense heat, just naturally. They avoid fires, they don't build them."

"Well… he built that one."

"Yeah." I turned my glass. "Is the contract still open?"

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I went to the guild on the way home and I signed the lizardman contract, telling the rep I'd have it resolved by the next day. It had the standard removal language, an urgent fee, with a bonus on completion.

I set out early the next morning.

The property was a small logging operation, a cultivated forest that was sectioned off and harvested in rotations. The outer sections were healthy and organized, tall established trees all around the same age, with older trees in the previous section and younger trees in the next. There were cut stumps flush to the ground, cleared paths, and the smell of fresh sawdust.

The further I went in, the less organized it looked. There was a younger tree that was leaning oddly, its base cracked and splintering instead of a clean cut. Then another, the bark stripped in long gouges higher than I was tall. As I kept getting deeper there was more damage, splintered trunks and drag marks in the ground. It was always the younger, thinner trees. This was definitely the work of my lizardman, like he'd been bending and pulling them out by force rather than cutting them.

I reached the clearing that Tanya described, but the fire pit here had been cold for a while. It was built up deliberately in a small gap between trees, and it clearly took him some time to set up. There were drag marks continuing on from here. Clearly he'd moved on from this pit and taken a tree or two with him. Good for me. That made it easy to follow the path to him.

There was the distinct smell of smoke in the air as I followed the drag marks. It threaded through the trees like a warning. I followed it until the forest opened into a natural clearing of rougher ground and older earth. The fire pit here was almost twice as big as the first, built more sturdy, burning brightly.

The lizardman was sitting as close to it as he could physically get.

I stopped at the tree line and watched him. He hadn't noticed me yet. He was tall; seven feet or more, broad chest and wide shoulders. His scaled skin caught the firelight in dull greens and browns. His whole body was curved in toward the flames, oriented around them completely.

But the fire was taking a toll on him.

His skin was dry, cracking along his arms and the side of his neck, the sheen of his scales long gone. Lizardfolk don't sweat, they need moisture to keep their skin healthy. For him to sit this close to an open fire, forgoing that need entirely... he was desperate for something in that fire. From the look of him, he wasn't finding it.

I saw enough. I stepped out of the tree line, and he noticed me before I took two steps. His head sprang up, and he was on his feet faster than his size should have allowed. I stopped, hands open at my sides, and let him look. He didn't advance, he didn't posture. He just stood there between me and the fire, looking right at me.

He opened his mouth and made a rough clicking sound. Then he said something, almost a word, but it didn't translate. He tried again, sounding it out slower, like he was feeling out how to shape the sounds.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said, keeping my voice even and calm. "I just want to understand the fires."

He stood up straighter. "Fi...res..." he said, slowly, with a deep rasp in his voice. Then he said something else, a shorter sound that I couldn't parse.

"I know," I said. I didn't, but it felt right. I took a slow step forward. He didn't move at all. Okay, that's something. I took another step, even slower. He just tracked me with that focused, unreadable attention. I stood there, two steps in. "You built a good fire," I offered.

Something in his expression shifted at that, his eyes blinking with both sets of eyelids. He took a step toward me. Then another. I held my ground, and he stopped close enough that I had to tilt my chin up slightly to meet his eyes. He looked at me for a long moment.

Something about the space between us felt wrong, but I had trouble understanding what it was. I crossed my hand to my elbow, feeling heat in my palm, and then it came to me. He was standing so close to the fire. He should have been radiating excess heat. But if anything, the air was a little colder with him standing so close to me.

Before I could think on that, he lowered his head and opened his mouth, and a long, thin, black tongue flitted out and ran along my forearm. I knew reptilian tongues were just how they read the world, but it still startled me. I held still while he flitted it over my arms. It was soft, slightly moist, slightly cold. His tongue moved to my wrist, then up to the side of my neck. My breath hitched, and I felt that heat rise in my chest.

His tongue retracted and he lifted his head. His eyes were a little more clear, more focused. His shoulders dropped slightly, and his posture seemed to ease. I think his head even nodded a little. "War...mm," he said, carefully.

"Yeah," I said. "I run warm these days."

He shifted closer to me, his body blocking out the fire behind him. His tongue flitted out again, just for a second. "More warm... than... fire..." he said, with that clicking noise flowing under his words.

I cocked my head at him. "I... don't understand."

He looked at me, blinked again, then he put one hand on my arm, just below the elbow. Three thick, clawed fingers holding my forearm gently. I noticed two things at once. First, his palm was cold to the touch, colder than the air around us. Second, my own skin was warming under his touch all on its own. He gave a satisfied rumble in his throat.

"What are you looking for?" I asked slowly, still observing him. "In the fire."

He was still for a moment. Reptilians go genuinely still in a way mammals never do. We sway, we breathe, we shift our weight without knowing it. He was just completely motionless while he considered. His throat clicked before he spoke. "Fire... has..." He stopped. Started over. "Fire was... having. Some... thing." He tilted his head, blinking longer this time. "Gone."

"Gone?" I asked.

He clicked affirmatively, blinking again. His hand held my forearm a little tighter, and his body inched closer to mine. "You have. Thing." He thought again, then added "Still have."

I had no idea how to answer that. I looked past him at the fire, still burning, having done nothing for him but crack his skin. I thought about how he'd been sitting by it when I found him, how much he'd endured for this 'thing' he was after. "How long have you been out here?" I asked.

He looked down at me, tongue flitting again. Then he extended his free hand, away from his body, taking one finger and running it in the air across his torso, stopping at his opposite shoulder. I understood it to mean that he'd been here for a while. Weeks, not days.

My arm was getting warmer under his hand. I should move it. I'm just here on contract to get him out of here. And yet, he wasn't acting threatening at all. He was clearly in distress, but I still had no idea what was causing it. The professional thing to do is to stand back and assess the situation.

But I was watching what the contact was doing for him. His shoulders were losing their tension, his hunched posture slowly unwinding the longer his hand stayed where it was. I still wasn't sure why my body was heating up at his touch, but it was doing more for him than the fire had. It felt important to understand why before I did anything else.

"This 'thing' of yours," I said, "you weren't finding it in the fire."

"No," he agreed, this time with some certainty. His throat rumbled again. "Did not... understand."

That made two of us. But I think I was starting to.

He pivoted more towards me, and his other hand moved to my opposite arm. I looked at it, feeling his cold hand, feeling my body react with more warmth under it. Too close. Time to back up. I started to, but I heard - and felt - the rumble in his throat, lighter this time, his eyes closed as he relaxed even further. Were his scales showing a little more luster? Okay, maybe a little longer...

"Warm..." he said, quietly.

I didn't reply.

I started to wonder what good moving away would even do at this point. If I did, he would likely lose that warmth he was looking for, go back to building fires and burning himself. That wouldn’t solve the contract. I couldn't remove him by force, that would just be cruel at this point. And actually, so would removing myself. I sighed, and shifted my thinking away from how close he was and back towards the real problem.

His tongue flitted out and brushed my neck again. It lingered, and my lips parted in a small gasp. His hands moved from my arms to my back as he took a step forward. His chest was right at my face, broad, his scales dry but shifting. I felt my body flush with warmth as he surrounded me, and I took an anxious step backwards without actually going anywhere. My hands rose up to his arms, feeling his scales, his musculature underneath them. "Um..." I said. Very astute. "I'm not-"

"Yes," he said. He clutched me a little tighter, and I brought my foot back. One hand rose up my back to my neck, his thick fingers tracing the skin under my hairline, making me shiver, my skin radiating heat around him. He rumbled deeply, and I felt it from his chest. His other hand moved lower, and it caught the hem of my shirt, ducking under it. The cool of his hand on my lower back should have startled me, but my skin was so warm it just felt comfortable there. Too comfortable.

"I... hang on..." I said, looking up at him. He had his eyes closed. Okay. The cracks along his neck were... starting to fade? They looked a lot less severe than when I first saw him. Okay. My heart beat faster. I've done stranger things for contracts. I'll let him feel me, heal up or whatever, figure that part out later. He'll be easier to move on once he's feeling better. I hoped.

He was holding me to him now, and I felt his tongue dancing on my neck in various places. His hand under my shirt spread across the small of my back, his other hand rising to cradle the back of my head. It was actually starting to feel nice. But then his hand slid higher, his cool palm dragging up the line of my spine. His other hand lowered from my head, and I felt him start to tug the neck of my shirt up, his other arm raising the bottom hem. I caught his wrist on instinct.

"Wait- hold on," I said, my voice tighter than I wanted. I swallowed, remembering to slow down my words. "This is... fast."

He tilted his head, his hands stopping, and he blinked, going still again. His tongue flicked out, tasting the air near my throat. The low rumble in his chest pitched up, turning into something almost pleading. His grip on my shirt didn't loosen.

I took a breath. My skin was already prickling where he touched me, heat flowing from my body like it was trying to answer him for me. It's skin contact. Just more surface area for him. That's all. I let go of his wrist.

"Fine," I muttered, nodding.

His voice clicked, and he didn't wait for further permission. He peeled the fabric of my shirt over my head in one smooth motion, his hands immediately feeling my skin again. I felt his hand rise up my back, his claw hooking under my bra, flicking it open. I wasn't sure if he was skilled enough to unclasp it or if he just pulled it apart, but either way it was falling to the ground. Yeah, okay.

Then he lifted me. He simply slid one thick arm under my ass and scooped me up, effortlessly. My legs instinctively held his hips for balance. He pulled me into him, my bare chest against his, and the sensation was… intense. Cool, smooth scales pressed against my stomach and my chest. The rough texture of his ventral plates dragging across my nipples as I settled against him.

"Easy," I breathed, more for myself than for him. My hands held onto his shoulders, my fingers pressing into heavy muscle. He was still cold, but my body was hot, and I could feel that heat pouring into him everywhere we touched. His scales were taking on a subtle green sheen, like they were drinking me in.

His tongue returned, flitting out and writhing on my bare skin. It traced the side of my neck first, tasting the flush rising under my skin. I shivered. It flicked higher, under my jaw, across my cheek, even brushing the corner of my mouth. I turned my face away reflexively, but his tongue followed patiently, exploratory. The cool, damp texture of his thin black tongue sent sparks down my spine. He rumbled, his hands squeezing my ass through my shorts as he pressed my body against him.

The tongue flitted down my collarbone, then it wriggled in the tight space between our chests. I leaned back a little. I felt it curl underneath the swell of my breast, and I sucked in a sharp breath as it slid back up, circling my nipple. "I-I don't think that's-" It coiled around it and squeezed, the cool wetness of it making my back arch in his grip. "-fuck." It uncoiled, and the forked tip of his tongue flicked over my now-hard nipple, making me sigh. Then it darted to the other nipple, coiling around it just the same. "Ah-!" My fingers gripped his shoulders a little tighter while his tongue flicked and teased it, his hands kneading my ass.

Wherever his cool scales touched, wherever his tongue flitted and slid on my body, my skin burned hotter in response. It should have been uncomfortable. Instead, it felt like a balance of some kind. I could feel my heat radiating outward, sinking into him in waves. His voice rumbled and clicked in response, his grip more firm, his skin looking less and less damaged.

His tongue kept dancing on my tits. I was breathing heavier now, my forehead resting against his chest, right under his chin. I could feel the low, persistent heat in my core flaring brighter. A different kind of heat, more needy. My hips squirmed, my ass wriggling in his grip, and I didn't want to admit how slick I was getting between my legs. I was half thankful and half frustrated that my shorts were still on, with the frustration starting to win out.

This is still for the contract. I closed my eyes and held onto him, trying to hold onto myself. This is just helping him stabilize. Skin contact, that's all. "Mmh..." His tongue coiled around my nipple again, lingering there and rubbing. I pressed my chest back into his. Then I felt a tugging at the back of my shorts, and my eyes flew open.

I felt the cool length of a thick, muscular tail curling around my hip from behind. It had a lithe, thin tip that hooked neatly under the waistband, tugging downward in slow, deliberate pressure. "Wait-" I started, twisting in his hold. My legs tightened around his waist, but that only gave his tail better leverage.

He rumbled, looking down at me, his tongue squeezing my nipple before retracting. "Need..." he said, pausing. "Need... all." His hands squeezed my ass, his tail tugging at my shorts again. His double-lidded eyes blinked again, slowly, waiting. I swallowed. My hips wriggled. I tried to rationalize it; more skin contact, faster contract completion, accelerated thermal transfer, but I couldn't ignore the need in my own body on top of it all.

"Alright," I said, softly. I moved my legs back from his hips, letting him hold me up as his tail slid my shorts and panties down over the curve of my ass in one smooth tug. I kicked off my boots, letting them fall to the ground below me, the rest of my clothes landing on top of them. His hand cupped my bare ass. I spread my legs and wrapped them back around his waist, pressing my naked body completely into his.

The shock of full skin contact stole my breath. I was used to the sensation of his scales on my stomach, ribs and tits, but the added sensation without my shorts in the way took it to another level entirely. My bare thighs met his lower abs, his muscles tensing on my skin. My pussy, more wet than I wanted to admit, pulsed at the cool of his lower abdomen. His voice rumbled again and I felt it everywhere, making me whimper in his grasp. "Fuck," I whispered, my forehead dropping to his chest.

My arms wrapped tighter around his thick neck. One of his hands held me firmly by my ass, the other hand flat on my back. More of my skin was touching him than not, his scales gaining a richer, healthier luster, the cracks already starting to smooth. He gripped my body more and more firmly.

His tongue slithered out to coil around my breast, and his tail curved around my lower back to wrap around my waist. Then I felt something else entirely. It was thick, hot - actually hot - and unmistakably alive as it slid up between my spread thighs. Smooth and fleshy, no scales, firm and rapidly hardening, pressing right along the length of my soaked slit. "Oh- shit," I gasped, and his cock throbbed against my pussy.

My eyes widened, and my hips jerked back on instinct, but there was nowhere to go between his grip on my ass and his tail around my waist. I was pinned exactly where I was, the heavy length of his cock trapped between my body and his rigid abdomen, gliding along my pussy with every small shift.

"Thats-" I started, shakily, "O-okay, that's enough... We're not- I'm not here for that..."

He clicked softly, almost soothing, his tongue flicking back up and sliding along my jaw. His hips rolled forward, dragging that thick cock along my pussy again. A soft moan slipped out of me as his head caught my entrance. "Need," he said, simply, and his tongue met the corner of my mouth. I opened it to say something, anything, but my voice faltered, and his tongue slipped inside.

"Ah," was all I could manage as it flicked on my own tongue.

His cock kept sliding against my folds, making me feel the full length of it. The shaft was lined with ridges, the smooth texture bumping on my clit, up and down. Each pass made my thighs tremble on his waist. I tried to keep my hips still, I really did, but my body betrayed me. My hips rolled forward greedily to chase that friction, my soaked pussy clenching against that hot, heavy length.

He needs the warmth. I'm just... giving it to him. I lied openly to myself, my fingers digging into the back of his neck, my pussy pressing into him rhythmically. His tail squeezed my waist, and I let myself lift up slightly before I realized I was doing it, letting his cockhead press against my entrance. My head spun, desire burning in my core.

"Need," he said, his tongue still flicking on mine.

"Need..." I moaned. He was right. My hips wriggled, my pussy spreading around his cock. He rumbled, his head twitching inside me, my hips rolling to take him in deeper. "Fuck..." The stretch was overwhelming. His cock was thick, and those ridges dragged along my entrance, my pussy rippling as each ridge slipped into me. My walls gripped him, inch after inch, until my pussy was wrapped tight over nearly half of his length. His cock was hot inside me where his scales were cool against my body, the contrast- the balance, feeling right in a way that made me dizzy.

He held still for a moment, that reptilian still, buried halfway inside me, letting my body adjust. I could feel my own warmth pouring into him even stronger now, radiating from deep in my core, soaking into every one of his scales. They gleamed like polished river stones. Then his cock pulsed inside me, stretching me and making me gasp. He pulled it out, just an inch, then he pushed it back inside, deeper this time. I groaned into his scales and rolled my hips with him. "Gods..."

The ridges of his cock popped past my entrance one by one, until I felt the broad head kiss my cervix with a heavy, deep nudge. A broken moan tore out of me, the heat washing over my body completely. The contract had long since left my mind. I stopped thinking about anything except the way my overheated body was taking him, gripping his cock like a desperate vice.

His tail held my waist, his hand on my ass guiding me as he pulled his hips back, sliding his cock out, then pushed it back inside completely. "Hah-!" My pussy squelched around him, my walls clenched his ridged length. My nipples dragged along his rough chest with every deep thrust, my body bouncing in his grip as he started fucking me in earnest. His tongue flicked along my collarbone, lowering to flick over my hard nipple again, curling around it and tugging. "Ahh-!" I cried, my legs squeezing him tighter.

I rode him openly now, sharp moans echoing into the trees, my hips rolling with every deep stroke, chasing that blunt pressure against my cervix. Each time he bottomed out, a fresh pulse of heat blossomed deep in my core before washing outwards, all over my body and back into his. It kept rising. It wasn't just pleasure anymore, the heat flared up in my belly, burning brighter with each drag of his cock, each bump running under my clit. My skin glowed with it, and I stopped holding anything back.

He rumbled, the sound feeling richer now. His hand squeezed my ass harder, his claws digging into my soft skin. His tail pulled me down possessively with every thrust. His body was warming up now, his cock feeling even hotter inside my pussy as it fluttered and squeezed, milking him with every thrust. "Ah… ah… hah…" I panted, my head falling against his chest as my orgasm built like a wave I couldn't outrun. I didn't want to run.

My thighs shook around his waist. My nails dug into his shoulders. I didn't care how it looked anymore, rocking my hot, naked body on his, whimpering, moaning into the air, my pussy clamping down around him as he just kept driving those ridges deep, over and over. I cried out, loud and shameless, my pussy clamping down around him. Wave after wave rolled through me, milking him in strong, rhythmic pulses. The heat inside me exploded outwards, radiating from my core, through my skin, pouring into him in one final, overwhelming rush. "Ohhhh... ohh..." I trembled in his arms.

He rumbled, his voice building into a genuine snarl, and he slammed deep into me one last time. His cock swelled, his head trembling right at my cervix, his ridges locking against my fluttering walls. Thick, heavy spurts of cum flooded into me, hotter than his cock, even hotter than my own burning core. Pulse after pulse poured straight against my cervix, filling my pussy so fucking full with every jet. My eyes rolled back and I squeezed my legs around him, holding him for dear life while his cum pushed my own orgasm even further. All I could feel, all I could even see, was pure heat flowing into every part of me, mixing with the fire already burning in my core.

He held me there, buried to the hilt, letting every last drop of his cum drain into me while my body kept feeding him heat. When the final pulse faded, he let out a long, low rumble that vibrated through both of us. I blinked the sweat from my eyes and looked up at him.

His scales gleamed with a healthy, oily luster, the dull cracked patches gone entirely. The desperate tension in his shoulders had vanished. He stood taller, broader, every muscle relaxed and powerful again. Even the air around us felt warmer, the cold hunger that had been eating at him finally gone. Whatever had been missing from him, I had poured it straight back in.

"Warm," he said, almost sighing in his clicks. "...grateful."

He slowly lowered me until my feet touched the ground. His tail loosened around my waist, curling back behind him. His hands lingered for a moment before letting go. My legs buckled as he stepped back, and I caught myself on my knee before sitting down somewhat gracefully. My thighs were trembling, my breath ragged. His cum leaked down my thigh in slow, warm trails, but the heat inside of me didn't ease. If anything, it burned hotter. My core felt like a furnace, roaring, demanding, nowhere near satisfied.

He stepped back, facing his dying fire, while I pressed my thighs together. A helpless shiver rolled through me. My palms were radiating heat, but not nearly enough to cool my body down. I watched him look back at me, clicking in satisfaction, ready to leave this forest behind. Ready to leave me behind.

But I still needed more, and I wasn't sure I could pretend otherwise this time…