I give in to my urges.

I am wracked with indecision. The idea of rolling the dice, presenting my rear to Rylon then leaving my fate to him is a thought that I can't seem to let go of. Only a day ago, I would have never considered what I was currently considering. My deepest, darkest kinks were securely locked behind the bars of a mental cage. These were my darkest turn ons, the fetishes that until that point I had only experienced vicariously through the pages of a book or the glow of my monitor.

I have fucked a monster and really enjoyed doing so. Would it be so bad if I indulged one of my other desires? Some may still be an impossibility. Some, I realise with a twinge of sadness, have passed me by, and I may never know. But one more sits within my grasp. Would I get pregnant? I did not know, but with how much I was enjoying the danger and anticipation of not knowing, I was sure as hell not going to ask.

I stop my ministrations to Rylon’s cock, smirking at his huff of apparent disappointment. Still on my hands and knees, I turn and slowly crawl a few paces away. I can practically feel Rylon’s gaze burning into me as he drinks in the sight I present to him. Reaching under and behind me until my hand rests over my dewy pussy, I spread my petals for him as I reveal my inner pink.

I look over my shoulder so I can watch the reaction of my scaly lover and am surprised by the look of conflict plastered across his features. There would only be one reason for that look, the realisation of what it means sending a tremor of anticipation throughout my body. Rylon is on all fours now, eyes fixed between my legs and lock onto my sodden cunt as well as my asshole, still steadily seeping frothy white cum. His eyes lock on mine as, in a shaky voice, I say, “Sweetly, please. I need you. We can deal with what comes after later. For now, I need you to mount me.”

He nods, and my anticipation grows as I feel his bulk loom over me. I shudder as his long cock rubs up against my pussy. He slowly begins hotdogging me, and I moan at the sensation of the top side of his cock rubbing against my pussy-lips and clit. His head nuzzles the side of my face, and I lay a kiss on his scaly cheek, enjoying the moment of intimacy before we allow our base urges to run free. It’s a sweet, tender moment, but I don’t let it stretch out too long. Reaching out behind me, I guide the tip of his massive cock towards my sopping entrance, and wait for him to claim me. I do not have to wait long.

With a mutual groan of pleasure, he bucks his hips forwards and impales my pussy on his dick. The feeling of fullness is incredible, and my eyes flutter as he slowly pushes himself in and out of me. He is trying to be gentle, and whilst I find it very sweet, it’s not at all what I want. In a tone full of urgent desire and need, I say, “Sweety, for the love of whichever god may be listening can you stop pussyfooting around and fuck me.” I hear the chuff of amusement above me, but any further sound is lost to me as he bucks his hips in earnest.

“Yeeeeeeeeesssss.” I moan, as he ruts me. The feeling of Rylons monster cock filling me, spreading me, dominating me is unlike anything I have ever experienced. I whimper under him, revelling in the feelings of our animalistic passion. I cum repeatedly during our coupling, but am far too fuck-drunk to keep count. Eventually, I feel the rhythm of Rylons thrusts change as they take on a more jerky, sporadic air, and I can tell he’s getting close. We both knew from the start how this was going to the end. Nevertheless, I scream my desire to the sky, voice strained in ecstasy as I cry, “Please baby, I need you to fill me up.”

*Thrust-thrust-thrust.*

“I need you to cum inside me.”

*Thrust-thrust.*

“I need you to breed meeeeeeeeeeeee.”

*Thrust.*

My tumbling words turn into a scream of pleasure as I feel Rylon erupt inside me. I moan as his warm, virile seed spills into my fertile, unprotected pussy. Despite having cum already, his load is far too large to contain, and I feel how his hot spunk flushes past his dick and out of my cunt every time his convulsing member pumps another wave of thick fluid into me. He still is hasn't finished cumming as I collapse bonelessly to the forest floor. His cock slides from my pussy, then twitches one last time, covering my back in a rope of his spunk. I am filthy at this point anyway, so uncaring, I flip into my back so I can look up into my eyes of my lover as he looks down at me. As I lie on my back, I feel the slow ooze of my lover's release slowly leaking from both my abused holes. I can’t help but chuckle, then say, “you’ve made quite the mess of me.” he snorts in amusement, and I feel his hot breath wash against my face as he replies,

“You seem not mind. If I recall correct, you beg for me to make you mess.”

Chucking, I concede his point, propping myself up on my elbows so I can lay a tender kiss on his snout, before asking, “When will we know?”

“Soon.”

My brows furrow in confusion and I open my mouth to ask him what he means when I feel it. It starts in my womb, but ripples outwards until it fills me completely. It was a feeling of warmth, a feeling of comfort and of safety. In that moment, it felt as if everything was right with the world. The ripples bounce throughout me, then return to their source, where they gather. I unconsciously let out a happy gasp as I feel the new life take root within me.

I return to myself, I’m still in the forest, laying on my back as the father of my child stares down at me and I see that my joy is met with his own. He snorts in surprise as I grab his head, liberally covering it in kisses. I only back off when, with a chuff, he opens his mouth and licks my face. “Heeeeey, rude! That tickles!” despite my admonishment, my grin spreads from ear to ear. Putting on a mock serious face, I continue, “If you try to lick me again, I’ll have to use a technique I learnt from the French, then you’ll be sorry.” The look of utter bafflement he gives me is too much, especially as I consider the mechanics of frenching someone with his reptilian features, and I collapse back to the ground, hands cradling his head as I laugh.

My mirth subsides not long after, but I am content to remain as I am, hands slowly stroking my lover's face as we gaze adoringly at each other.

“What now?”

I consider the question, then reply, “You can show me your digs, and we can spend lots of time together until the baby comes, after that? we’ll see. Now though? For now, you have some cleaning up to do.” He watches as I scoot out from under him, before I lay back on the ground and spread my legs for him. By the way his eyes widen, I can assume I make for quite the sight downstairs. His head drops between my legs, and the sound of my renewed moans fills the surrounding forest as he eagerly begins his work.