Naked Heat

((Lewd Chapter. Tags: Heat, Size Difference, Monster Girl))

The decision making part of John’s brain had completely gridlocked, utterly failing to process the implications of what was happening before his eyes. Qhila lay on her back on the beanbag chair she seemed to use for a bed. Or maybe she had replaced it entirely with the pile of plushies she lay among, it was impossible to tell. Not that John tried, his attention was entirely too enthralled by the kobold herself.

She was completely naked, save for a sheen of sweat. Her tanned skin was flushed slightly reddish, with a stronger rose tint to her cheeks, small breasts and groin. Half-lidded amethyst eyes were hazy with lust and pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a lewd expression, her inhumanly long and pointed tongue draping over one fang and hanging limply all the way down to a saliva-drenched nipple.

Like its twin, the verdigris nub stood proudly at attention atop the petite swell of her breast. Those delectable little curves were emphasized by the inwards push of her arms, framing her tits and taut midriff as her hands were busy down below. Two fingers of one hand rubbed vigorously at her clit, while the other held the base of a toy in her pussy that she was grinding herself against. Firmly solidifying John’s cognitive paralysis was that he was unsure if he had heard, or just imagined, her moaning his name just as he opened the door.

While the Gamer was trapped in indecision, the woman he had walked in on was not. After a dozen heartbeats of John transfixed and watching, her nose twitched. The carnal haze in her eyes not so much lifted as changed into focused, feral lust. She shot upright and bolted towards him, making such haste that she was halfway across the room by the time the dildo slid fully out of her soaked quim and flopped onto the floor.

She was barely within arm’s reach of him before savagely attacking his pants, having seemingly forgotten how the garment worked. While her claws were quite dull, they were still equal to the task of tearing fabric. Before he even had time to consciously worry about such forceful use of claws in that region, she had ripped through his pants and boxers both, exposing his raging erection to the open air.

Her frantic movement slowed drastically as she carefully, almost reverentially, put her hands around his dick and caressed it. The fine scales on her palms felt different than skin, but still soft, and silky smooth like snakeskin. While stroking gently, she studied his manhood so close that her nose almost touched the tip and she went a little cross eyed.

Enraptured by the soft heaven of her palms on his penis, John didn’t realize that she had been breathing in for an unreasonably long time until she inevitably had to do the opposite and her warm breath tickled the underside of his shaft. Combined, the feelings sent a pleasant, full-body shudder through him and drew a groan of pleasure from his lips, as a bead of precum formed at his tip.

Qhila pulled back her face ever so slightly and retracted her still-lolled tongue, until only the tip spilled past her lips. Then, in an almost snake-like manner, she flicked her tongue over his glans, licking up the drop of sexual fluid.

She moaned wantonly, her eyes dilated to the point where it was hard to tell that she had slit pupils, and the ‘spell’ of slow, delicate touch broke. Keeping a point of contact sliding over his frenulum, her long, prehensile tongue snaked out to coil around his shaft all the way to the base. The intense stimulation caused his vision to blur for a moment as his world momentarily collapsed into just the hellish heaven of Qhila’s nimble ministrations.

Through rubbing and gentle constriction, the lust-addled kobold milked more of his precum directly onto her tongue. Still, it took scant seconds before giving a tongue-job was not enough for her. Taking him into her mouth added the soft pressure of her lips, sealing as closely around him as her tongue allowed, to the slick, pleasurable coils of monster girl tongue. When about a third of his member was enveloped, the head of his dick poked the back of her mouth and she started bobbing.

Compared to her small hands and her small face, John’s mildly above average penis looked huge. Enough so that he felt a twinge of worry through the enveloping pleasure when she began mashing the entrance to her throat more insistently against his tip. But clearly, she did not share that concern. At least not strongly enough to stop her from impaling her face as though she needed his manhood, rather than air, to survive.

After a handful of attempts, she had battered herself open enough for his head to enter. The velvet pressure of her throat upon his glans blurred John’s vision again for a moment and caused a weakness in his knees. As she backed off a bit, popping him back out of her pharynx, he grabbed hold of a pipe to steady himself.

That proved an excellent decision moments later, as she adjusted her angle, moved her hands to his hips and sheathed his phallus fully in her mouth. Two thirds of his dick traded the pleasurable coils of her tongue for the enveloping tightness of her throat, with his tip even poking just past another opened seal that had to be her esophagus.

While he couldn’t see it in this position, there was no way her neck wasn’t bulging obscenely from this lewd intrusion. The shift to deep throating had freed up a length of her tongue, and with a slithering motion she shifted that from being near the base of it inside her mouth to at the tip poking out past the seal of her lips. Thus freed, she used the agile muscle to lavish attention on his testicles.

While doing so, she alternated between short bobs that massaged his glans with her esophagus and milking motions with her throat muscles that John might have been able to identify as repeated swallowing if he had been capable of analytic thought at the moment. His sense of time was equally obliterated, but even through the intense pleasure, he was dimly aware that this was not a treatment he could resist for long.

He did, indeed, not resist for long. About a minute into the actual blowjob, John had an orgasm more intense than he had ever experienced before. Most of his body seized up, his legs gave out completely and his one-handed grip on a pipe was not equal to the task of holding him upright, so he fell.

All of this, he was only marginally aware of, as overwhelming pleasure coursed through his mind. White lightning completely blocked out his sight, and he somehow felt like he was simultaneously floating on a cloud in relaxed contentment, filled to the brim with electrifying energy, and ejaculating not just semen but his very soul down Qhila’s wonderful, greedy gullet.

For her part, the naked kobold clung onto his pants with her claws and followed him down, evidently more willing to fall than to leave so much as a centimeter of his cock unsucked while he came.

As John’s climax subsided enough for his vision to return to focus, a series of tremors went through the short alchemist. For a moment, he was worried that she had gotten hurt in the fall. Then wetness soaking through his pants where she had ended up straddling his leg indicated another possibility. ‘Is she really climaxing from sucking my dick?!?’

She was, and when her orgasm started to subside, Qhila pulled back and let his slowly softening penis slide out of her mouth. She took a deep breath, then emitted a soft whine while the tip of her tongue gently licked at his fading erection. The whine ended abruptly just as text appeared before John’s eyes.

Climax Control semen refill automatically used. 2/3 uses remaining.

The system text appeared smack dab in the middle of his field of view rather than down in the corner where it usually did, which was the only reason he even noticed. That reminder very briefly brought to his attention that he had unseen notifications, but he didn’t have enough focus to spare to even read the actual number of them.

His focus being elsewhere was exacerbated because the text showing up was accompanied by him immediately surging back to full hardness. This replaced Qhila’s whine with a short squeal of delight, and she immediately intensified the licking. That, in turn, revealed that while he was still more sensitive than usual, the refill had also taken away the near-painful hypersensitivity that often followed intense orgasms.

For a short while, John thought they were heading for a second round of mind melting blowjob, but Qhila turned out to have other plans. Once she had thoroughly lathered his cock with her saliva, she moved to straddle him. So positioned, John was struck by two things.

The first was the sublime artistry of her figure, particularly when it came to her hips. By all rights, their width should look ridiculous on her small frame. Instead of plunging into that pitfall, however, they were not only perfectly balanced right at the edge, but also flowed so smoothly into the rest of her form that they tied the plush jiggle of her thighs naturally together with her narrow waist and taut midriff.

The second was how small her body was, relative to his. Specifically, the length past her navel his cock went when it was practically flush against her stomach. He didn’t need to tap the absorbed biology book to know that that was not anatomically advisable. For a human. But Qhila was not human, and she had just shown that she knew what she was doing, so it should be safe to follow her lead…

The heat-stricken kobold slid forwards, flattening John’s dick against his stomach. As she went, she grinded her pussy hard enough against his penis to part her puffy labia and rub her clitoris and entrance against its underside. The stimulation drew a groan of pleasure from the Gamer, and a long, low, throaty moan from Qhila.

Once she reached the tip of his shaft, she took an arcing path backwards and upwards, keeping her entrance in contact with his glans as she half-steered, half-followed it back into an upright position. Then she lowered herself onto him, enveloping the head with her folds, at which point his advance met resistance ahead.

’Is she a virgin?!? Despite everything she’s been through?? Is… is she giving her virginity to- to me???’ While that line of thought played across what little higher brain function had returned to him, Qhila wiggled her hips, rubbing his tip against the inner folds of her womanhood. While she did so, she kept the downward pressure on, working him against the barrier inside her.

The entrance to the small alchemist’s pussy was a very pleasurable place to be, but it was also the kind of nice that really inflamed the desire to thrust deeper into her. Just as that feeling was beginning to transition from anticipation to frustration, he felt the barrier slightly give. Qhila had clearly felt the same, as she raised herself up until his cock was only held in place by her outer folds, then dropped down as hard as she could.

The plunge sent him straight past the barrier with only a hint of resistance, until he bumped into another barrier when she was about halfway down his dick. This one had a notably rougher texture than her vaginal walls, though not so much so as to be unpleasant, and it felt more solid. On impact, Qhila let out a short scream of pleasure, and her tongue lolled out again like it had when she was masturbating.

The first barrier hadn’t broken, though, it had opened. He knew because he could still feel it as a ring of greater tightness in the already very snug fit of the kobold’s pussy. He dimly noted that that might dismantle his earlier thought about virginity, before Qhila started bouncing in earnest and he became fully absorbed with enjoying the ride.

On each bounce, she raised herself upwards until the back of his glans caught on the ring of tightness that previously barred his advance. Then she plunged down until he mashed roughly against the inner wall that he suspected was her cervix. At the end of each motion, she let out a pleasure sound that was more than a high pitched moan but not quite a small scream of pleasure.

In very little time, both of them became sloppy messes, as Qhila was leaking like a faucet from both ends. Her lolled out tongue jumped to and fro with each bounce, lathering her chest and arms in saliva, while her pussy juice flowed copious enough to thoroughly soak his ruined pants and the front of his shirt.

Soon, John noticed that she was sinking a little bit lower with each bounce. It seemed as though each time she bashed his dick against her cervix, it was pushed a little higher, a little deeper into her body. As though her pussy really was shaping itself to fit his cock, like that hentai trope he had always assumed to be fictitious.

That should probably have worried John, at least if Qhila had been human. But she wasn’t. And even if he hadn’t decided earlier to trust that she knew what she was doing, she was very clearly enjoying this as much as he was. And she had said that she was ’stretchy’.

So instead of worrying, he just enjoyed the ride. And what a ride it was. The warm, wet friction in Qhila’s velvet vice of a pussy was already magnificent, and the ring of tightness that traveled up and down his shaft as she bounced only elevated it further. Knocking on her cervix at the nadir of each bounce had been a somewhat odd addition at first, but it had quickly grown on him.

But the sensory feast went beyond just the tactile. The raw lust and pleasure in her wordless exclamations were sweeter to him than any symphony. Between those exclamations and drawing ragged breaths to sustain the bouncing, her mouth hung perpetually open. In addition to revealing her cute little fangs, this combined with the lolled out tongue and the lewd haze in her brilliant, amethyst eyes into a fantastically erotic expression.

Slick and shiny with fresh sweat and saliva, the smooth, tanned skin of her torso, and especially the proudly erect, verdigris nipples crowning her tiny tits, looked delectable and inviting. He would have been all over them with hands and mouth alike, had the pleasure she gave him not been so intense as to make him mistrust his own motor function.

Torso flowed into hips that were even more a work of sexy art when in motion than they had been while mostly still. That brought his gaze to her thighs, hard at work bouncing the gorgeous kobold on his cock. Despite the continuous tensing of muscle to do so, they still had enough soft plumpness to jiggle deliciously with the motion. And that was even without her being able to take him quite deep enough to really impact against his groin when she bottomed out. Yet.

Soon, he felt his second climax approaching, and resolved to resist it as best he could. While he was fairly certain he had held out longer than the first time already, he would really like to last at least until she could bury his entire dick in her snatch. Even better than that would be if he could hold on long enough for her to cum first.

Pulling the classic tactic of trying to distract some of his attention with mental math let him succeed at the first goal, but then he ran into the best kind of trouble. The moment her butt and thighs impacted his groin with enough **** to cause an audible clap set something off in her. In a flash, she shifted from leaning backwards to curling up towards him and grabbing hold of his shirt for leverage. Then she kicked the pace up from vigorous to frantic, pulling up and plunging down with such speed and **** that it almost seemed like she was willfully trying to crack their pelvises.

Needless to say, that was not something he could hold back against for any meaningful amount of time, even if it hadn’t made trying to think of math problems on the side impossible. But this time, he did at least remember that the gentlemanly thing to do was to warn a girl you were about to cum inside of, so he tapped her thigh. ”Qhila, I’m about to-”

Before he could finish the sentence, she did something that catapulted him even harder over the edge than if she had just kept going: She tangled her legs around his thighs and wrapped her arms as much around him as their position on the floor allowed. All with the very obvious purpose of pressing her hips as tightly as possible against his, ensuring that he unloaded as deep within her pussy as at all possible.

Cumming down her throat had been a greater pleasure than his past, fantasizing self had thought sex could reasonably be. Climaxing in the depths of her womanhood was even better, and felt profoundly right in a way that beggared description. Then the first spurt of his orgasm set off hers, taking the experience higher still. At least three separate rhythms of erratic, milking clamping from her vaginal walls wrung out every last drop of cum from his shaft, while she threw back her head and howled her pleasure to the ceiling.

When their climaxes subsided, John was panting hard despite having moved fairly little. Qhila lay flat on his chest for a bit, the occasional tremor still rolling through her. Just as he was about to raise his arm to… caress her back maybe? He wasn’t entirely sure. Regardless, that was when she raised her head to look at him with eyes still alight with primal desire. And started rolling her hips side to side.

That sent a whole new kind of stimulation coursing through him, of pleasure tinged with lightning from the oversensitive state of his penis. And it flipped a switch deep in his brain too. The higher thought and reason that had been continuously overwhelmed and trying to catch up since he walked in the door was kicked out of the proverbial driver’s seat. Its place was claimed by an antediluvian mass of instincts and will to act, refined through countless generations since his earliest ancestors crawled out of the primordial muck at the dawn of time and it helped them survive and pass on their genes. Just in time for more system text too.

Climax Control semen refill automatically used. 1/3 uses remaining.

First, he put an arm around her back and used that to hold her scant weight while getting on his feet. Shifting to a two handed grip while she hooked her legs around the small of his back, he then quickly scanned the room. With the lusty kobold still impaled on his cock, he walked three steps to a fixture with a convenient height. He then swept two book stacks and a bee knick-knack off to make room for her.

With her in place and him having a good grip on her hips, he went straight to pounding, setting a fast, hard pace. She responded by moaning, panting and screaming in pleasure, while her tail thrashed wildly about and her cunt quivered around him and clamped down briefly at irregular intervals. All set to the steady, fast beat of ’PLAP PLAP PLAP’. Because if there was one thing John’s instincts knew, it was this: