Chapter 332: Atleast She Said Please

Internally I am already panicking about the fact that one wrong twist and I’m going to be the one who needs aftercare. But she’s looking at me like she trusts me to figure it out, and something about that trust makes the panic quiet down just enough to let the other half of my brain, the half that is extremely interested in this plan, take the wheel.

I lower myself onto the bed beside her, coils settling around her carefully even now, and press my mouth to hers.

She kisses back hard, hands coming up to grip at my shoulders like she’s trying to hold onto something solid. Her fingers trace over scales still tender from recent fights, and she sighs into my mouth like that’s exactly what she wanted.

"There he is," she whispers against my lips, and giggles, soft and warm, the kind of giggle that somehow makes my whole chest go tight.

I peel her underwear off slow, not because I’m trying to be gentle but because I’m trying to commit the sight to memory. The way her thighs press together.

The way her skin flushes pink starting at her chest and crawling up her neck. She’s gorgeous like this, soft everywhere, all curves and warmth, and I get why my brain keeps telling me to be careful with her. But she asked for something else tonight, and I’m not about to tell a fairy no.

"Lay back," I tell her, and my voice has dropped lower than I meant it to. She does, wings spreading out beneath her like a pillow, translucent and shimmering under the low light, and the sight of them flat against the sheets does something to me that I don’t have words for.

I let my cocks extend, both of them, heavy and already mostly hard just from the look on her face, and she makes a small hungry noise at the sight. Her eyes track down my body like she’s cataloguing every inch, and when she licks her lips I feel it somewhere deep in my gut.

"One in me, now." she says, pointing at the one closer to her hip, matter-of-fact like she’s ordering off a menu.

"You got it," I manage, and slide up over her, careful to keep most of my weight off her, coils bracing against the mattress on either side of her hips.

I drag the head of the first cock through her folds, feeling how wet she already is, slicking myself up against her before nudging against her wet fae pussy.

She whines high in her throat at even that, hips tilting up toward me, trying to pull me in before I’ve given her anything.

"Matt," she breathes. "Please."

I push in slow at first. Just to feel her stretch around me. Just to hear that sharp gasp she lets out when I bottom out, her whole body going taut beneath me, thighs trembling against my coils. She’s so small and I fill her completely and she takes it with her mouth dropping open and her eyes going glassy and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Then she grips my upper scales with both hands and looks up at me with something fierce in her eyes.

"I said rough," she reminds me, breathless.

Right. Rough.

I pull back until just the head is inside her and snap my lower coils forward hard.

Her whole body jolts up the bed from it. Her wings snap wide against the sheets. The sound she makes is somewhere between a moan and a shriek, punched out of her chest, and before it’s even finished I’m pulling back and doing it again.

She cries out, louder this time, nails already finding my scales.

I set a pace. Fast. Deep. The headboard cracks against the wall within seconds, a steady violent rhythm, and she arches up into every thrust like she’s trying to meet me halfway, legs wrapping around my coils and pulling like she wants me deeper, harder, more. Her breasts shake with each impact. Her hair fans out across the pillow in a mess. She’s already so flushed, chest and throat gone deep pink, lips parted around these short broken sounds that she can’t seem to stop making.

"Yes!" she gasps, "just like that, don’t stop—"

The sounds she’s making are doing a genuinely excellent job of keeping me focused on what matters.

she gasped, arching her back till her tits jutted upward, pink nipples stiff as pencils. i struck fast, my forked tongue flicking out to taste salt and magic. i latched onto her left nipple, my tiny fangs grazing the peak.

so fucking tight I almost whimpered—I drove it home in one brutal thrust. Her pussy clenched like a vise, milking my length as I pistoned into her.

Jesus, it’s like fucking a wet fist. My scales scraped her inner walls, each ridge catching on her folds as I hammered deeper, rougher.

Her juices soaked my scales, dripping down my coils.

"Tail," she demanded, lips parted and glistening. I obeyed, my muscular tailtip slithering past her teeth to probe her throat. Careful, dumbass—she bites! But she sucked greedily, throat muscles pulsing around the thick intrusion.

I fucked her face in short, brutal jabs, tailtip bumping her tonsils while her gagging vibrated through my entire body.

Her free hand clawed at my scales, dragging me down to her other nipple. I bit down—gentler this time—sucking the bud till it purpled.

Every suck sent shocks straight to my cocks. Her cunt spasmed around me, drenching my thrusts, and I felt her climax building like a kettle about to scream. Fuck yes, do it, squeeze me dry—

I didn’t let up. Tail plunging deeper down her throat. Dick sawing into her g-spot. fang’s worrying her nipple till she shrieked around the thick intrusion.

Her orgasm hit—violent, convulsing—and her pussy clamped down so hard I saw stars.

Holy shit, she’s gonna break me! But I kept pounding, relentless, till my own release boiled up. Cum flooded her cunt in hot, thick spurts, painting her walls white as she trembled beneath me.

Panting, I withdrew slowly—tail first, slick with spit, then dick, dripping our mixed fluids. She grinned, licking her swollen lips.

"Again, serpent."

Fuck me sideways, I thought. This fae’s gonna kill me. But my cocks stiffened anew.

"Again," she says, and that smile is pure trouble, sweet and sharp all at once.

She’s already pushing up onto her hands and knees, wings folding back out of the way, that round soft ass tilted up toward me like an invitation carved out of marble, and whatever protest I had just evaporates out of my skull.

"Yeah okay, that works too," I manage, voice coming out rough.

She laughs, breathless and warm, glancing back over her shoulder at me with her hair spilling across one side of her face.

I slide up behind her, coils bunching under me for leverage, and I loop my tail around her waist before she can get any more smart ideas.