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"me. ya want... me." Horrors voice was quiet as he watched you walk across the room to him.
His bedroom, the one you had never been in, the one the reclusive lamia monster had seldom let people into.
"Yes you, I want you. Have for a good long while now. So, if you're ok with it. I would like to get to know you, just a little better than the others." You were so close now, close to the pile of blankets and pillows that made up his nesting spot. He was large, larger than the other lamias in the house, warped by a famine he couldn't escape. Hurt by a friend that he could never trust again. He was large, and you loved that about him. He was a good person to talk to, he made your heart warm and fuzzy and had it doing flip flops when he would laugh at a joke you told. It had taken a *long* time to get him to open up to you. To have anything to do with you but you found the more the two of your talked, the more you were around him.
The more you found yourself falling in love.
He was kind and gentle under all the grouch and standoffish assholery he put up. He liked being outside, loved his brother and was gentle with you, now that he knew you. You don't know when it happened, but you knew that you wanted him. That you wanted to know him more than you knew the others. Which led you to where you were, sitting in the edge of his nesting pile, watching him watch you with the one engorged red iris. He looked away and you saw the very faintist hint of a blush on his face before it fell.
"i'm no good yn. i'm no good for anyone. ya shouldn't be in here, ya should go. find someone else." He was so self conscious you knew, about his look, about his mannerisms now.
You could see it in the way his hand came up to tug on the broken socket, the way his eye roved over the red of his body that you had known once was blue. He was watching himself, and you watched as his face fell more and more at each thing he ticked off in his head as being not good enough.
You had had enough.
Moving forward with a purpose you caught him by surprise when you slipped your leg over his body to straddle him and took his face in your hands. The breath that he didn't need caught in the throat that he didn't have as you pressed your mouth to his and kissed him. You didn't care about his scars, each being a testament to his strength. You didn't care about the hole in his head, that being from his once friend, a statement to how much of a survivor he was. You didn't care that he had killed people before you, you knew that it had hurt him to take life.
Your mouth moved on his and you felt him tense horribly, felt his hands lift as if to stop you then stopped themselves. You were sure he didn't know what to do right now, sure that he was just as scared as you thought he was. You sighed against his teeth, slipping your arms over his shoulders as you leaned against him, your soul calling gently for the one in his chest. You knew he could hear you.
Knew he heard you as the whine from his throat built until he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body as he leaned against the wall he had moments ago felt trapped by. His hands settled largely over your back, his size making his hands cover most of your back torso. He gripped your shirt and pressed himself into the kiss, closing his eyes and giving a distressed keen from his soul as you kissed. As he kissed you back.
Lost as you were you knew that this was just the beginning, something you could work with. You wanted him after all, and you knew that he had liked you as well, he was very careful about how he was around you, but you knew. You could tell, you had seen it. So with your mouth to his, with his hands twisted in your shirt and your own over his shoulders you pulled him closer until you needed to come up for air.
"Touch me. Please.." You gave him a soft expression, one that still shocked him as his eyelight widened in his socket taking up most of the space there.
"what.." His voice a whisper.
"Touch me, please, I want to be with you. If you'll let me." Your voice was full of soft want, of tender care, of a gentle touch that seemed to reach inside of him.
He wanted to, wanted to know what you would feel like, what you would taste like, but he was afraid.
"i'll hurt ya....i'll hurt ya and i..i won't forgive m'self..." He was begging you to understand.
But you understood, you knew he was afraid. Knew that you would have to work him up to it. So you started, placing a hand over his chest and under the edge of his coat. As you slid your hands towards his shoulders, intent to take his coat off, you heard his breath hitch and felt him tense beneath you.
"Do you trust me?" Your voice was quiet. "Not to hurt you, do you trust me."
There was that distressed sound that fell from his teeth as he gave you such a look, one full of pain as he tried to understand what he should do. With trembling bones he nodded for you. Letting you smile as you slipped the jacket from him and he laid back against the wall, his breathing quicker.
"Such a good job you're doing. I'm proud of you Horror." You watched his face crumble a little and look down, down at the body he hated.
Pulling his gaze back to you you felt your soul soften for his hurt, for his pain and neglect.
"i don't...know how to.." He looked down at your smaller body, his soul pulsing with nerves. "i don't know how to be what you need anymore. i can't.."
His voice was soft, hurt, with just a touch of desperation. He wanted the touches, wanted the love, wanted the affection. So when you placed your hand on his face his own covered it and held it to his cheek, his breathing hitched and he leaned heavily against your palm closing his eyes. His soul shuddered at the touch, at the warmth of your hand. You softened at him and pulled him into another kiss, gently holding your mouths together. He pressed into the kiss this time, yearning for the physical contact as your hands slipped down to his chest and you thumbed at the bones beneath his white t-shirt. His hands slid to your waist and he gripped your body through your clothes, his hold a little tighter than normal in his unsurity and fear of hurting you.
"Horror lean back." You looked at him, pulling from the kiss as you touched the bottom of his shirt. "Let me take care of you sweety."
He looked up at you from where he reclined, his eyes holding such want before, barely there, he nodded. It was a slow work but you helped him take his shirt off, sliding your hands up his body, the ecto body formed beneath his clothes to hold the food he would eat. He needed it there as a carrier but now you could take advantage of the beautiful red hues that made up his form as his breath came in quick pants, letting you touch and feel his bones over the ecto flesh. He was panting as you explored, leaning back in the nest as you straddled him, as you explored his body and listened to him hitch and catch his breath. His tone and little pants driving you to touch more, to be with him as you felt your own body heat up slowly. You loved him, you had for a while. So you wanted to do this right.
You wanted to show him how much he meant to you.
"You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning." Your hands ran up his red form, the smooth give of his body beneath your palms had him shuddering before he flushed, looking away.
Carefully you pulled his gaze back to you once more. "Don't look away, you are breathtaking hun. Absolutely everything good, there's not a flaw I see. Not in the scars, not in the hurt, not in the pain you've gone through. You are beautiful."
You watched his eyelight quiver before he closed his eyes, trying to push against the hurt inside, the hate of his body, the color he now was from the accident that had taken his mind. He wanted to believe, wanted to trust you, wanted to be what you said he was. But it was hard. So you would just have to show him.
Softly you traced a scar up his sternum, listening to his breathing catch before watching his chest rise and fall. You leaned down and kissed the scar there, kissing a trail from one end of it to the other as his hands reached for you, holding you close by your hips and feeling out the bones there underneath. Trying to be careful with you, trying to keep himself from hurting you in his want, his soft, silent pleas with you.
You lifted a hand and tipped his head, exposing his neck and you felt his grip tighten on your waist, shuddering breaths leaving him as you stood to reach his throat. The soft ecto there gave when you pressed kisses to it, it's covering of his neck bones in a pseudo throat. This time he did whine, lowly as he felt you lick from his collar bone to his jaw before, carefully, you bit him. You felt the bite of his claws as they suddenly pinched into your sides, his breath stuttering to a stop as he froze. Carefully you bit him again, trailing little bites back down to his clavicle. His hands were trembling, even as you felt them move, even as you felt his thumbs slip under your shirt and rub at the hip bones you had inside. He seemed drawn there, drawn to your hips as probably the only thing he trusted himself not to hurt.
That would be ok for now but you wanted him. You wanted everything he hand, his touches, his kisses, his love and affection. You wanted him. All of him.
"Horror you can touch. I know you won't hurt me. I know you're careful. Please, it's ok." Tenderly you placed your hand over his own, drawing a startled choking sound from him when you drew his hand under your shirt to lay against the bare skin of your side, resting just underneath the cupped mound that was your breast.
Your own breath hitched before blowing hot against the wet of his psuedo flesh that made up his throat. He shuddered and you smiled, blowing hot against his throat on purpose then. Horror's hands were rough against your skin but, on his own, you felt him hesitantly slip his other hand up under your shirt, holding you carefully. Scraped metacarples held you, gently beginning to move and feel out your body below your shirt.
"That's it, it's ok to touch. Please touch." You hitched a breath and he froze as he grazed the bottom of your bra. His head tipped back down enough for him to look at you, his one wide eye unblinking. He was so afraid.
You ran your nails down his sternum and watched his eye stutter and close as he exhaled through his nasal cavity. You did it again and quickly leaned in to lick the marks you had made. His moan was like the sweetest music, a decadant treat to your starved soul. You wanted more. You wanted to her him love you, as much as you wanted him to hear you love him. So again you scratched down his bones, licking the marks you made as his chest rose and fell until he choked, your teeth wrapped around the edge of a rib. His eyes, though you couldn't see them from where you were, had popped open. He tipped his head down and looked at you, watching you as a flush began to creep over his nasal aperture.
"yn careful..please..." He sounded strained.
"I won't bite you hard, I promise I'll be gentle." You gave another soft bite to his ribs and heard him hiss before you felt him thumb the bottom of your bra purposely.
"no it's- hah!" His breath came out in a rush, as you ran circles with your tongue over the bite marks.
"You're sensitive, good to know." You heard him whine when you spoke before you heard his head thunk against the wall.
He wasn't doing much then so you decided to help him along. Setting yourself down again on his tail, straddling his body, you slipped your shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor. When he looked back down at you he tensed, eyelight locked to your face before, ever so slowly, it roved over your body exposed for him. His sockets were wide, disbelieving, startled. His thumbs were still underneath your breasts and his fingers interlocked over your back, covering most of the area there. With slow movements you lifted your arms behind you and unclasped the bra and pulled it from your body, watching in mild amusement as his sockets somehow got wider even as his iris shrank and trembled. He seemed stuck, unable to move or process that you were bare chested on top of him.
Taking his hand in yours you moved it towards your chest before he seemed to come back to himself and yanked his hands away like he had hurt you.
"Shhh, shhh shh it's ok, trust me, you're not going to hurt me. Baby you won't hurt me. It's ok. I promise you." His hands were shaking, his body was trembling beneath you and you knew he was losing to his nerves, to the fear that you were going to end up hurt.
"yn i don't- i- please.." His voice was a hurried whisper of broken want and fear.
"You're doing fine baby, just touch, you don't have to play just, touch." You tilted your head and reached for his hand again, pulling it with some slight resistance towards your chest.
Placing his palm against your chest was a new sensation. The chips, cracks and breaks in his hand were rough but not painful, when he closed over your breast at your guiding you sighed and pressed yourself into his palm, closing your eyes. "Touch me, please touch me. I want you, I want to know you."
Horror's hand stayed perfectly still, for so long you thought he was going to take his hand back. Just as you were prepared to call it quits, to stop pushing the poor lamia, his hand moved. It was a twitch at first, just a small little movement, but you felt it, looking up to him to see the pain in his expression. His hand closed around your breast, bigger than your chest as his size nearly engulfed your entire body. You weren't unsurprised he called you a snack, he could eat you whole, literally, and still have room for more. He was a big guy, his body, just the skeleton top half, was bigger than you. But you didn't care, you knew there were going to be a little hang ups. So as he slowly moved his hand, as he slowly slid it to your side, you thought he was going to just hold you until you felt him close his fingers around your budding nipple. It startled a gasp from you and you watched his eye flick from your chest and what he was doing to your face, holding his gaze watching you until you pressed your hand on his and encouraged him.
"Again, please again." You gave his hand a squeeze before moving to hold his wrist, your other hand on his snake like tail for stability.
It took another moment but again he moved his hand, pinching so carefully at the nipple he was toying with that you moaned and pressed yourself into his grip. His second hand, stationary, crept up slowly, cupping and gently kneading at the other breast causing you to tip your head back and pant. You wanted this, wanted his touch, wanted him to know that he could have you. In any way that he could think of. So it was panting to you looked to him, and rocked your hips over the little slit you knew housed that part of him you wanted at some point. Hearing him his, feeling his hand tighten and pinch again rougher caused you to cry out and him to freeze.
"you alright?" Stars he sounded strained.
His brows were furrowed and you couldn't quiet place the look.
"I'm alright, it feels good when you play, when you touch, I want to show you how much it feels good. How much I want you baby." Your voice was soft as you smiled up at him. "I want you, all of you. So this? This is good, you haven't hurt me."
You watched his face change, from the unreadable expression to one that seemed strained again. With a deep breath he purposefully rolled your breasts between his hands. It caught you off guard, pulled a loud lewd moan from you and brought your breath out in quick pants. A mischievious smile up at him as he kneaded your breasts, his hands playing as you pressed your hips down and rolled against the slit in his tail again. You felt him shift, felt something within it move as he whined.
"That's it, just like that." You gave him a cheeky grin and watched him flounder for words.
He surprised you, shifting his position as suddenly as he did. One moment he was leaning against the wall with you straddling him to the next moment where he was coiled up with you straddling him, his body now deeper into the nest he had created. What really startled you was the restraint he seemed to have as he panted at you.
"again."
Again? Roll your hips again? Oh you could do that.
Again you rolled your hips, again something inside that cloaka moved, something large that you were excited for whenever you could get him to get up the nerve without pushing him. You wanted this to be good for him, to show him how much you loved him, how much you knew that he loved you. We weren't stupid, you could see the signs and you were tired of the snake dance around each other. You wanted him in your life, wanted to have him, to keep him close, to come to bed with him.
"Horror you're beautiful. Do you know that? So kind, so gentle, so soft with me." You laid a hand over his own as he kneaded your breast. "You are beautiful. Your looks are heartwarming to me, and this red color? This lovely shade of crimson that you so hate? It's absolutely, *striking*."
You smiled at the pun, watching as his mind caught up to it and he relaxed a little, cracking a more genuine smile.
"i just knew ya had good *taste*" Hesitantly, oh so hesitantly, you watched him start, stop, and start to lean forward again before his hand left your torso to move your hair from your shoulder.
You felt his warm breath before you felt his tongue slide up your throat. Oh it caused you to shudder and grip the scales of his tail.
"Horror~" His name was a gentle whisper, causing him to stop for a moment before the hand the moved your hair cupped the back of your head and pulled your hair, tipping your head and exposing more of your neck for him.
He licked you again, slowly dragging his forked tongue across your pulse point. You heard him hum before you felt his teeth touch skin and your heart skip a beat. Now you weren't a fool you knew that him biting your wasn't going to work well, his face was just too big to get to your delicate neck. But that didn't stop the zip of excitement when you thought about those fangs grazing against the sensitive skin there at. His tongue curled around your throat for a moment as he licked you, taking in your scent. He could breathe it through his nose you knew as well as take in scents through the air with a flick of his tongue.
"amazing.." his breath came out hot across your throat and shoulder and he nuzzled the top of your head in a psuedo skeleton kiss. You turned to look at him, cupping his face and bringing it back down to your own. He had opened his mouth before, you knew he had teeth in his skull to chew regular food as well as swallow things whole but the fact that he had some type of malleable 'lip' was too good to pass up. It didn't move like normal human lips would, wasn't the squish you had come to know from humans but it was a squish you were quickly falling for when he sighed against your lips. He startled you when he held your head still and licked at your lips, asking entrance. Seems he worked up a little more courage. You were so proud of him.
"Absolutely stunning you are." You opened your mouth, watched his face flush red and felt the edge of his tongue touch your lips.
He seemed hesitant before you leaned forward and licked the bottom to the side of his tongue.
"Kiss me." You whispered against his mouth.
Tensing he leaned forward, holding you by your hip and cradleing your head gently he slipped his tongue forward and intertwined it with you own. A moan slipped from you at the taste of him, sweet but not like sugar. Like his magic had a flavor that sparked and crackled over your own tongue that was just what it was. Sweet. His tongue twisted around your own, larger than your own and forked. You knew this would be weird if you hadn't known but you had. You had prepared to come in here and find him, to express your feelings and coax him to express his. You had hoped he felt the same way and were happy to find you were right.
A deep hum began in his chest and reverberated through him and sent a shot to your pelvis. Rolling your hips again you heard him grunt into the kiss and press his tongue a little deeper.
Oh you liked that.
You rolled your hips again and felt him shift as he tightened his hold on you, and pressed you into his tail! His face was scarlet, and you wrapped your arms up around his shoulders the best that you could reach as you felt his kisses become a little more, a touch deeper, a bit more needy. A *whine* from him as you continued to roll you hips. Intent rolling off you now in waves.
*Love, passion, want, desire, yours*
You were his, he needed to know. You needed him now more than you needed air. It was him or nothing. You would never be with another living soul as long as you were kicking.
He had ruined you with just what he had given you now. Your sweet sweet skele.
Another moan, his open panting, the rocking of your hips and the friction that placed on your womanhood that caused electric static to cascade up your body. That coil started in your belly but you knew it was way off in the horizon that you would have any resolution to this issue. And you would never make him. You would love to go all the way, love to be with him like in your dreams but you wouldn't force him, push him, coerce him or make him feel he had to. He was as free to say no as you were. And you wanted him to know that.
Air, you needed air. Tapping him twice you felt his tongue slide from your mouth and his pants catching and matching your own. A smile split your lips as you looked to him. "You know you can say no, you can always say no. But I'm willing, if you are. I'm willing to take this as far as you're comfortable going."
If he wasn't scarlet before he sure was now. He was visibly glowing as his iris shrank and he looked stunned. A blink, then two and he looked away from you.
"i'm not...i don't..........i'll hurt ya.." He murmured.
You shook your head, you knew he wouldn't. He was too soft.
"Horror listen to me, I know you, you wouldn't hurt a fly. You wouldn't-"
"i wouldn't mean to. it wouldn't be on purpose. it wouldn't be intentional but yer gonna get hurt." He sounded pained, like he knew something.
Tilting your head you gave him an inquisitive look. You needed to know.
"What makes you think you're going to hurt me sweety."
He was quiet, watching you before he looked away, embarassment and shame? coloring his features.
"i bite.."
"...you bite?" You asked, you had to confirm.
He nodded for you, forlornly.
A smile pulled from your supply lips and you turned his head with your hand to look at you once more.
"I *like* being bitten. I-"
"i can bite clean through ya yn....i can hurt ya...please..don't make me hurt you..."
The sound of such heavy pain in his voice caught you up short.
Gently, slowly, you lifted a hand and placed it on his cheek, his face pressing into it.
"I trust you. I want to try, there has to be a precaution we can take. I know you would never hurt me on purpose, so this, we know. Now we know and, if you're willing, we can try. We can stop if you want to too. I won't ever force you. But I want to try if you want to."
That red iris watched you, watched you intently as Horror mulled it over before he sighed and pulled you in.
"i want you too...ok..here, hold on."
Shifting you around he pulled a blanket from his nest and wadded it up. Before you could question it he pushed the fabric into the front of his mouth and sank his teeth into it. You could hear the tearing of the cloth as he bit and bit *hard*.
Well...it would work.
You had to snerk at his look when he gave you a sheepish, blanket filled smile. This goober might be the death of you but you would go out smiling. The soft chuckle you gave, knowing that he didn't need breath and would be completely ok with a gag. Gently you reached for a hand of his, placing it back on your chest and sighing even as he tensed. It took him another good moment of watching you intently before he ran his thumb over your breast again. Your own breath hitched and you sighed at his ministrations, you loved the attention, wanting him to know you did you very carefully watched him as you ground your cloth covered core against his sheath. His hand tightened over your chest and your back, big enough to reach both as you looked up at him. His eye light had frozen, watching you, hadn't shrunk, but he had turned stone still.
So you rolled your hips down again, enjoying the feeling of friction against your sensitive core. You heard the air escape his nasal cavity and his brows knit together, looking as if he was straining and yet not. You thought you could hear him breathing just slightly harder but you weren't sure. Again you rolled your hips, pressing down harder on the sheath below you, the spot where you knew that his cock was. You wanted him to feel free enough to bring it out for you, free and willing enough that being with you wouldn't be sullied by fears of injury to your person. You trusted him, and you trusted that he would be able to 'bite the blanket' as it were instead of injuring you.
Your hips slipped backwards and your hand, your fingers, brushed gently over the surface of his sheath, his breath hitching as he looked down at you. His thumb moved over your budded nipple as you caught a moan in your throat, unprepared as you were for his touch to resume. You traced the lip of his sheath, coaxing and teasing yet nothing like what you were willing to do for him. To him at his askance. You were his, in every sense of the word you would be his. So when he bent forward and pressed his forehead to your own you nuzzled him, slipping a finger just under the edge of the lip where his cock was. His breathing hitched and he let go of you like you burned him once he caught his hand tightening over your body. It went to the blankets below him, tearing cloth with his nails as he gripped the sheets and blankets that made up his nest. He was trying not to crush you, which you weren't foolish enough to think that he couldn't you just knew that you were going to have to be careful when you startled him with anything.
You slid back a little, letting his sheath show before you placed both hands and pressed on the 'lips' there. You felt something move, something twich under your ministrations inside him before you felt it shift. You heard him grunt what you were sure was your name, a soft whine escaping him. You pressed again, running your hands over the lump you could feel forming under you hands under the little bit of ecto skin that you could feel.
"That's it Horror, feel good?" Came the sensual purr that escaped your own lips as you massaged what you knew was definitely his cock.
His answer was a whine as he leaned back against the wall again, exposing himself to you this way. You watched his claws tighten relexively as you coaxed out the end of his cock, his breathing became much sharper then, shallow pants as he slid free and stood tall against the drop of black that was his bedroom now. The shiny, gently glowing red of his magic was tantilizing your inner she beast and you wanted to ride him until you broke him. You wouldn't, you couldn't do that to him. You loved him too much. This relationship had been a long time coming, the gentle way he was with you, the kindness the way he always made sure that you always had what you needed even if you didn't say anything. The thought that he thought you wouldn't like him back was maddening to you.
*Of course* you would like him back.
You could hear the wet breaths he was taking, the soaked blanket from his mouth as he tipped his head back as you gripped and stroked him, now intent on watching him get the pleasure he was so denying himself. You wanted him, he wanted you, he thought he was unworthy of such love.
You were here to teach him he was wrong.
Slowly you stroked him, using the precum that was building at the tip of his cock to lube you hands as slide gracefully up and down the thickness that was Horror. The ministrations left your boy as a panting mess, his tail beginning to curl and uncurl as you worked him into a good rythym. The slightly wet sounds of his cock in your hands was drowned out with the sounds of his whimpers behind the sheet as you heard more of the blankets about you tear. Finally you felt his tail curl about your leg and his hand settle gently over your thigh, engulfing the larger part of your body like it was nothing. He was big, nearly as big around as your thigh and almost nearly as long as your arm. There was no way you were going to be able to take him unless he adjusted himself to fit.
You were okay with big boys, but you wanted them to fit you, not just tease you with something you can't have.
"Horror, you're doing so good, so good baby. Just like that right? Feels nice?"
You were trying to make this as pleasurable for him as you could, giving little encouragements.
"You're so handsome, my big strong skelly. So much more than anyone says you are, and I'm so glad you like me the way that I liked you. I'm glad."
Your hands ran over the head of his cock and he twitched something fierce a pleased moan escaping him. You couldn't help it, you leaned forward and ran your tongue over the slit. He sounded choked, he really did as he grabbed you around your middle again and held you were you were. Again you teased him, running your tongue over and through the slit as his breathing hitched and stuttered before he squeezed your middle. Both hands stroked him, running up and down his length as he tipped his head back and watched down his nose at you, his body shuddering.
"I want to ride you, would you like that? To be with me like that?"
He was breathing in soft little pants as you leaned forward, sliding him against your chest and holding him there. You heard the fabric ripping under his claws, heard the strain in his voice before he nodded ever so slightly. He was nervous, about hurting you or going to far with his strength you weren't entirely sure. You were fine with either, watching him twitch in your hands, watching him strain to keep himself collected enough not to hurt you. You watched with a gentle yet hungry expression as he let go of his blanket with one hand and pushed you back enough that he could breathe properly. You didn't pout, of course you didn't, why would you pout.
He took a few steadying breaths before you watched as his cock shrank slowly. You stopped him when it hit a size you knew would stuff you, would fill you beyond what a normal human would ever be able to do. He gave you a look, one that asked if you were serious about the size, about him still and you nodded. Sliding him between your breast you watched as he bent forward, his mouth opening before the blanket in his great maw hit your shoulder and he inhaled deeply of your scent.
There were tremors in his body, tremors that told you how he was feeling, how nervous he was, how he was uncertain of the things that he had to do to make sure that you were safe. He didn't want you hurt. Didn't want to hurt you while you wanted to love him.
Carefully you stood, slipping from his tail and giving him a moment to breathe while you unbuttoned your pants and slipped them down to your ankles with a swish of fabric. He was locked on you, a red blush splashing across his face as he watched you drop your last remaining article of clothing and stand nude before him. His eyelight shrank, this red iris now pinpricked in comparison to his usual engorged self. He watched frozen as you swung a leg back over him, sliding his cock against your belly and breast as you stroked him again, spreading your legs knowing that he could smell you on the air. You watched his chest expand and his jaw tense, knowing you had succeeded in catching his rapt attention.
"That's it Horror," you whispered as you pressed him flat to his tail and slid yourself over him, the heat of your core pressing down against his now twitching, throbbing cock, "if you tell me to stop, we stop. But I want you, I want every bit of you."
Your hips rolled forward and he choked hard, his eyes closing as you felt him throb below your core, enticing you to go again. Rolling your hips you felt yourself wetten against him, slicking him in your juices. His hands shot out and grabbed against your arms, nearly engulfing them before he held you there, rolling your hips against him before you felt him start to move. His tail coiled and uncoiled before rolling up your legs, the loops there holding you as you wettened the both of you before you caught the head of his cock against your cunt. It was in this moment you watched his eye gutter out, watched him stare at you with blank sockets and you stopped yourself from going on.
"Horror?" You called softly. "You ok? We don't have to keep going if-"
"DOn't stOP." Came the muffled reply, choked and gagged on the blanket in his maw.
You were surprised that he could speak with such clarity with a blanket in his gob but you also knew he didn't need to open his mouth at all to speak, telling you it was 'magic' that allowed him such privleges. Still, when his hands reached out and grabbed your waist, forcing you down on his aching need you felt yourself moan out at the friction he gave you. It was thrilling to know that he wanted you just as badly. That he didn't want you to stop.
Again you rolled your hips and caught the head of his cock with your cunt, using a hand you held him steady and began to work him into yourself. It was tough, he was massive for you still, but you were use to the stuffing sensation, preferring it over most other things when it came to sex. You tipped your head back as you moved slowly onto his throbbing girth and felt his hands tense before helping you move. He was using his strength to pull you nearly off of himself before sliding you back down more and more over the stretching size of him. He filled you so completely you weren't going to be able to bend, he would have to help if you wanted this to go smoothly, his cock too large for you to handle bowlegged as you were. His tail was huge, his cock was huge, he was stretching you past what you had gone through before and you moaned loudly, reaching up and cupping one of your breasts as you watched him now watching you.
It was wonderful, watching him bite into the blanket that was saturated now with saliva, and knowing that he was trying his best not to slam you hard onto his waiting cock. Slowly but surely you worked your way down on him, feeling him hit and push against the entrance to you cervix as he bulged against you belly. You pet him then, the head of his cock through the skin of your stomach. He was huge, stars he was huge. You wanted this all the time, this feeling. You rocked your hips and heard a very naga like hiss escape him as he coiled around you, his body now encompassing your own as he leaned your back onto the side of his tail, his hands holding your thighs against his body so you stayed secure and stuffed over his fucking cock. He didn't let you go, not until you were laying down, and it was only then, when you had no control over how your body would move, that he used your thighs to slide you down off his cock and back again.
He fucked you, slowly at first, stuffing you full and watching your stomach distend from the length and girth of him before he pulled harder and made you cry out. It was delicious and you wanted more. Your hands on your breasts as his thumb found your clit, his body convulsing as he coiled tighter, bringing you into the ball that was his body and tail. His hands moved to your waist and he pulled you hard against himself, sliding you roughly against his throbbing member. It was almost indescribable the way his member slid against your body, into the deepest reaches of your core and up against the skin of your belly before being drug tantilizingly out of you again with the expectation to be filled. His hands about your waist he spun you around, facing away from him as he crowded your space, pushing you flat against his tail and rutting into you from behind. It was akward at first, this feeling of his cock running nearly the length of your thigh into your body but you had been prepared. You were a slut when it came to making yourself feel filled but nothing you could have done could have prepared you for Horror slamming into your over and over again as he held you down to his tail. His body coiled and uncoiled as his hand that wasn't holding your hips gripped the blanket beneathe you and you moaned his name.
"Horror, Horror, Horror please!"
He hissed again, an angry yet arousing sound as he bent your back and slammed into you again. Oh stars it was intoxicating being used like this. You felt his fucking cock press hard into your cervix and brought you pain with your pleasure, sending a thrill through you that you knew you were going to be bruised one way or the other like this. The squelching noises from your cunt mixing with the absolutey filthy noises he was now making above you. And above you he was.
Large, looming, cut in shadows with one engorged red eyelight holding a sliver of black centered. He was staring down at you, losing his battle as he began to rut like he was more animal than monster. His fangs were crushing that blanket, you could see it tearing in his jaws as you looked over your shoulder at him. He was everything you wanted when you had decided to approach him, everything you had thought about how he could be when you made love. You knew that he was a little more monsterous than the other monsters but you weren't sure how much. You were glad you weren't disappointed, glad to be a cock sheath for the man you loved. Stars he felt good, more than good, spectacular. You felt your cervix give, felt him grow, felt the grunts he was giving as you dripped down your lips and onto his tail as you wettened his cock from the pure lust he was making you feel.
He closed his eyes and his grip on your hip was going to leave a delicious bruise as you felt him harder within you, felt him lengthen and press open your cervix and slam himself a few more good times before his eyes snapped open, pupil shrinking as he loomed over you as he jackhammered home and rammed himself as deep as he could go with you. You screamed your pleasure as he hilted himself deep within you, filling you so completely you weren't sure there would be any room for his cum even as it felt like he literally exploded inside you. He filled your womb with his cum, filling you until you were leaking down onto his tail and dripping onto the mattress below. You felt full, belly distended and aching from the amount of cum you carried within you now.
Still though, it was the heavy, haggard breathing that was coming from the rattling bones above you that made you hold still. Horror stayed where he was, his nasal aperture wrinkled and his jaw stayed locked over the blanket in his mouth. He was hissing faintly and you couldn't help but clench down over him again and moan in aftershocks. It triggered a hiss from him and he lowered his head near yours, brushing his jaw against your head before pushing his forehead against the side of your skull.
Carefully his jaw cracked as he unlocked it and pulled the soaked blanket from his maw until he was free. Working his jaw he growled as you clenched down over him again before his hands found your hips again and his began to move.
"still want me? because yer making it hard to behave."
"Then don't." You said to him, his claws digging into the fat of your sides as he growled and thrusted shallowly.
"i can't go again, not that fast, not because i can't but because i don't want to hurt you. gotta wait, please."
A nod, you wouldn't put him under the pressure to hurt you, no matter how much you might have liked it. Instead you groaned as he pressed a hand into your back and bent your spine as he pulled out from you, letting you drip and slime onto his tail. He smiled then, running a finger over your mounds and across your clit making you jump and clench before giving him a look. He chuckled and readjusted himself, pulling you into his side and into the coils of his tail as he snuggled down with you.
"sleep, i'll wake you later, in a pleasant way."
You chuckled then, snuggling into this monster that you loved, into this wonderful being that had given you and your love a chance.