Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (84 page)

Garen pressed his wide forehead to her
breastbone, the curve of his horns brushing against her sides as his tongue
wormed its way between her legs. Kara gripped his neck, knees shaking as the
forked appendage slid over her engorged clit, rubbing sensuously. She spread
her legs, giving him better access to her slick pussy, but her thighs trembled
so hard, she almost fell.

He withdrew, despite her mewl of
disappointment, and nudged her, indicating she should lie on the pillows beside
him. Kara sank down onto her back, anticipation trembling in her belly. Garen’s
clawed hands carefully circled her ankles and drew her legs up and apart,
spreading her open to him. His long body coiled around her until she was
surrounded on all sides by smooth, ebony scales. His tail stroked her hip
gently.

She reached out both hands and stroked her
palms over the satin expanse of his side and tail as his tongue snaked back out
to trace intricate patterns on her quivering inner thighs. Sliding her right
palm along his side, she felt the hot, silken brush of the head of his cock
against her bicep and gasped. Kara turned her head and came nearly eye to eye
with his impressive length. She bit her lip.

Bending her elbow, she could stroke along
the hot, hard length of him. He was immense. She could barely close her fingers
around his thick shaft. She squeezed him, pumping lightly, and felt his tongue
slap tenderly against her clit. Kara gasped, hips bucking at the sharp sting of
pleasure that flared at the amorous assault.

As his tongue squirmed between the slick
lips of her aching pussy, Kara moaned and gasped. He ran the forked length of
his tongue along sensitive inner folds for several minutes as she stroked him
with one trembling hand. She turned her lust soaked attention back to his cock,
mere inches from her face. She angled her body closer to it, extending her neck
until she could brush her lips against the spongy head.

Garen’s answering rumble was so deep, she
felt it as a vibration more than heard it. The pressure of his agile tongue
increased as he wriggled it against her untried entrance. She hissed her
pleasure against the silken shaft of his throbbing cock. Two could play this
game. Her own tongue emerged to lick at the fat head of his prick, swiping over
the clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit there. He tasted of salt and
green things. She recalled him washing in the lake and sucked at his clean,
smooth flesh.

His great, long body undulated, pressing
his cock harder against her lips. She stretched her jaw as wide as it would go
and slid her mouth down over his bulbous crown. Kara could only get a few
inches into her mouth, not even half his length, before his shaft grew too wide
for her lips to circle. She stroked the remaining portion of rigid flesh with
both hands, squeezing and massaging the hard length with her fingers while her
tongue danced over the round head.

Between her thighs, Garen’s massive head
rested on the stone floor as his long, wicked tongue writhed and coiled inside
her. Kara’s pussy clenched around the wet, wriggling invader. She felt the
brief sting as he pushed through the thin membrane of her maidenhoodd, but the
small pain soon faded. Garen’s tongue pressed deep inside her, flicking against
her inner walls and rubbing over her silky flesh.

Kara gasped as the twin prongs of his
tongue teased at the tight pucker of her rear passage, warm and wet and as raspy
as wet velvet against her sensitive tissues. He possessed such a length of
tongue that even while he teased the tight ring of muscle with the tip of it,
the length twined upward, sinking into the grasping depths of her pussy, and
still further up to slide sensuously over her clit all at the same time.

It felt as if three tongues licked at her,
not just one. He stretched his arms along her trembling sides, raising his
immense claws above her. Kara moaned as he teased them lightly over her skin,
scratching the slightest bit, leaving thin red lines on her flesh, but drawing
no blood. The sting and tingle of the scratches formed a jangling counterpoint
of pleasure to the soft, gently stroking of his tongue.

He scraped his claws delicately over her
breasts, grazing the stiff crests. She arched up against the touch as he
dragged his claws again down her torso and thighs. Her pale skin looked
ribboned with red now and buzzed with a mixture of pleasure and the slightest
edge of pain.

When Garen’s tongue pushed past the clench
of her sphincter and sank into her tight back passage, Kara exploded. She clung
to Garen, clutching his cock as her body bucked and writhed. Her pussy and ass
clenched around his invading tongue. He pricked her tender nipples again with
sharp claws and set off another wave of piercing pleasure. She screamed to the
ceiling of painted stars.

It took several long minutes of trembling,
whimpering aftershocks before she floated back down to earth. Only then did she
become aware that she was no longer surrounded by her sleek dragon. She was
shocked to find him slipping from the room, out through a wide window several
feet above her head. Only the last few feet of his tail was still visible. Kara
snatched at it, yanking. A pained roar echoed around the keep. She grinned in
satisfaction.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” she called up to him.
“You’re not allowed to do that to me and then just leave! Get back here!”

Garen tried to turn, but Kara refused to
relinquish her hold on his tail. It twitched muscularly in her hands, much the
same way his cock had just minutes ago. The thought sent a renewed pulse of
desire through her. Now, if she could only get the infernal beast back here!

With a final, blowing snort, the great
creature slithered backwards into the library and glided awkwardly back to the
floor. Kara stood before him, hands on her hips. “Where were you going? We
weren’t done here.”

His head came up, surprise apparent in his
jeweled blue eyes. Kara quirked a brow, inclining her head to indicate the
still pulsing length of his cock. “You’re clearly not finished. And I am...”
Her belly quivered slightly at the thought of trying to take that great length
inside her, but she straightened her shoulders. “I am not ready for you to be
finished either.”

She turned around and strode back to the
pillows, kneeling to arrange them comfortably once again. The first smack took
her by surprise, and she gasped, twisting her head to look back over her
shoulder. The tender skin of her left buttock stung where Garen’s tale had struck
her. The nerves zinged with sharp pain, and then heat sank into her flank,
pouring down her thigh like sweet honey.

Garen’s great, dark form loomed behind her.
The flat, spade-shaped tip of his tail twitched back and forth before her eyes.
She knew that motion well. As a child, her mother’s finger had wagged at her
just so when she was naughty. ‘Ah-ah-ah, bad girl’, that wag said. Kara flushed
and bit her lip.

“Is this because I pulled your tail?”

Another smack, this one on her right cheek.
Again there was the sweet, hot sting, and then the warmth spread downward,
toward her clit. It swelled, tingling in response. “You shouldn’t have tried to
leave!” she groused.

He gave her another smack, across both
cheeks this time. The sensation slipped into the cleft of her buttocks and
unfurled over her sensitive pussy. She shifted her position, spreading her
knees farther apart, curving her back. Her hips wriggled in anticipation of the
next blow.

It didn’t come. Garen stroked her with the
flat of his tail instead, the smooth scales soft against her tingling skin.
Kara sighed, enjoying the tender caress. The next slap was playful, but firm.
It still stung and burned. She bit her lip and whimpered as the blood throbbed
in her sex in response. She felt heavy, soft, and wet. Her trembling thighs
were slick with her fluids. The scratches on her breasts and torso and the
marks on her buttocks prickled in counterpoint to the sweet ache in her pussy.

She heard the scratch of Garen’s claws on
the stone floor and the slither of his shifting bulk. Kara looked over her
shoulder as he covered her, his great wings unfurling above them with a snap.
She gasped at the sight, and then moaned at the feel of the broad head of his
cock nudging against her slick, swollen folds. One giant, scaled, talon-tipped
hand reached down and curled carefully around her waist, holding her steady as
he pushed slowly forward.

Kara’s fingers curled into the soft pillows
beneath her as her inner walls stretched around her dragon’s invading shaft. He
slid into her in unhurried increments, deeper and deeper. Like the scrapes and
spanks, there was a sharp, hot sting as her sensitive tissues parted to take
his cock all the way inside her. His scaled fingers tightened around her belly,
the tips of his claws pricking the skin of her back slightly. Above her, Garen
blew a long, loud breath out of his ridged nostrils. His wings flapped once,
stirring the air around them.

As the edge of pain faded into a sense of
heat and wet and incredible fullness, Kara couldn’t help but move. She rocked
backward on her hands and knees, sheathing more of Garen’s throbbing cock
within her snug channel. He roared. She moaned. She couldn’t take him all, she
knew. Not like this. He was too big. Even now, the wide crown was kissing the
mouth of her womb.

Glancing down between her own spread
thighs, she could see that barely more than half of his rigid length was buried
inside her. But she could take no more. Kara leaned forward, pulling herself
off Garen’s rock hard cock, whimpering at the slippery glide of his flesh
leaving her. He didn’t, though, not completely. Even bent as far forward as she
could go, the broad tip still rested within her clinging channel.

His clawed hand tightened around her
ribcage, drawing her back against him. She bit her lower lip hard, groaning as
he slowly filled her once again. Garen bent his great head, his long tongue
unfurling to snake along her spine. Kara shuddered at the sensation. He flicked
his forked appendage against the length of her throat and across her mouth.

Kara’s own tongue came out to meet his,
licking along the portion of the wriggling length she could reach. She sucked
briefly at the split end before he slithered it down to slide it around the
aching mounds of her breasts. His tongue curled tightly around the hard peaks
of her nipples, stroking and squeezing as his cock pushed deep into her tight
sheath.

“Yes!” she hissed, nearly breathless as her
nerve endings sparked and fizzed with pleasure. “More!”

She heard the deep rumble in Garen’s chest
above her. Her pussy flooded at the dark, primal sound, drenching his shaft
with her slick juices. His next thrust was harder, deeper. The very tip of his
cock pressed into her womb briefly before he withdrew. This was another sharp
sting. Kara gasped at it and then gasped again, her head spinning as Garen’s
long, agile tongue slid across the quivering curve of her belly to tease at the
hard, swollen bud of her clit.

She rocked back to meet his faster pace,
panting and moaning as he filled her with his cock and lapped at her with his
tongue in perfect time. Heat and pleasure coiled deep in her belly, ratcheting
tighter with each push of the firm column of his smooth flesh into her deepest,
slippery recesses, each glide of his hot, wet tongue over her slick folds.

When her dragon plunged into her now, only
a few inches of his thick shaft remained outside her body. Kara pushed back
against his thrust, fingernails digging into the soft velvet of the pillow
under her as she impaled herself on Garen’s cock. With a deep groan, she took
those last few inches inside her. She felt him in her belly, broad head
brushing the walls of her womb as he throbbed with his own desire, and the next
slide of his wet tongue against her turgid clit snapped that tight spiral within
her.

“Garen!” Kara threw back her head and
screamed his name as her body convulsed in orgasm. Pleasure like she’d never
felt ripped through her, bursting in her pussy like a hot, wet supernova and
then rolling through her womb like a fireball. Her inner muscles clamped tight
around Garen’s cock, rippling along his length.

Above her head, Garen roared. The sound was
deafening, vibrating through the stone beneath them. She heard the distant,
musical tinkle of breaking glass. She didn’t care. Stars of pleasure were
bursting in her head, showering down over her body. Kara felt the sudden pulse
of Garen’s cock within her rhythmically clenching confines. The throb of his
rigid flesh, the hot gush of his seed inside her womb, exploded her into
another orgasm.

Her body writhed in his grip, undulating.
She sobbed wordless prayer as all the bursting stars of pleasure coalesced into
one, bright burning sun. When it flared out, darkness overwhelmed her.

This didn’t count as fainting, Kara
sleepily assured herself as consciousness returned. Her body had simply felt
too much pleasure and... rested... for a brief moment. Or perhaps longer. She
wasn’t entirely sure. She was still in the library. She could tell that easily
enough. Across the room, directly in front of her, was a vast bookshelf. And
she was still on the floor. The pile of silk and velvet pillows she’d been
kneeling on earlier cushioned her now. She could see the small tears in the
fabric her fingernails had left in the one beneath her head.

She lay on her side, warm and comfortable
despite her nakedness. That was probably due to the equally naked human male
form curled around her. Garen radiated as much heat as the massive fireplace in
the great hall, she’d wager. Kara could feel the light puff of his breath
against the back of her neck. One heavy arm was draped over the curve of her
hip. The other rested beneath her, massive hand curled over her ribcage. The
entire length of his body was pressed tight to hers.