Science Ch 15

You wake, oddly not as warm and uncomfortable as usual, underneath your sheets instead of tangled in them. Slow as your thoughts are to start up, you know you aren’t alone. It’s dark, and the sheets hide whoever is sucking you. Being awakened this way is surreal; it feels like a fantasy or one of those horny Japanese cartoons. But if there was ever a state of affairs that would lead to this actually happening, you’re living it.

You enjoy it for several long, sleep-fogged moments before you can wonder who it is. You could use your legs to try to get a feel for her figure, but that would be weird, and whoever she is, she’s good. Unbelievably good, actually. She takes you deep, then sucks hard. Her lips drag over your shaft, and so much of you is in her mouth while the suction just doesn’t stop. She isn’t using her hands at all.

However good it is, your curiosity still grows. Your eyes start to adjust, and you stare at the ceiling, and it’s not easy to keep from groaning in ecstasy. Your face must look particularly stupid right now. Your mouth gets wider and wider. This is the best head you have ever gotten. Even Kayla Jameson can’t compete with this. Which of your family members is hiding skills like this? Did Delilah stay over? You don’t think so; you’re pretty sure that your mother kicked her out with the confirmation that anyone could be affected.

You let out a pathetic whimper, pumping what feels like two or three liters of cum into a hot, waiting mouth. You feel the heavenly squeeze of her throat each time she swallows.

You usually bounce back pretty quickly, but tonight there’s oddly little downtime. Instead of feeling momentarily drained and weakened, you feel energized. You don’t know what’s going on, but that was a nut for the ages. Problematic as it is, you have begun to adjust to the status quo in your household. You are prepared to set aside any weirdness and show some gratitude to whoever this secret dream girl may be. It’s got to be Nadia. Everyone knows that when Nadia and your mother were younger, Nadia was the fun one.

Breathing hard, you lift the sheet. It’s dark, but you can still make out pointed horns and smoldering eyes. You freeze.

The horned woman emerges from the sheet. She’s nude, and her enormous, bare breasts make Piper’s look like a joke. Her areolas are the diameter of a coffee mug, and her nipples are so hard and fat that there’s a jolt in your core and an almost irresistible urge to touch them. That second of startlement and uncertainty doesn’t last.

One of her palms is on your stomach, and the other hand gently squeezes your half-hard cock.

You sit and grab those breasts. Your fingers sink in, and she gasps in your face when you pinch and tug. She’s here. She’s friendly. You are not overthinking it.

You know you’re dreaming because the room isn’t boiling hot, although you aren’t thinking at your clearest. She’s more supple and limber than any woman you’ve ever been with, and she readily goes along with anything you do, as though she can read your mind. Her fingers play with your cock when you suck her nipples, and when you cop a handful of her luscious ass, your dick throbs needily in her soft grasp, as though you might shoot right there.

You notice that she has serious fingernails.

Indeed, for someone so profoundly soft, there seems to be a lot of sharpness about her. Her teeth, her nails, her horns. She has a tail that you’re curious about, but lust and urgency get in the way before you can check that out. She readily lies down on her back and spreads wide for you. Inside her, you can’t keep your cool. Grunting with exertion, you do it hard. In real life, you’d be kissing a mouth or a neck, but something tells you not to do that. So you look into her slightly unnerving face. Her hot breaths tell you that she’s feeling it, but she watches you with an unreadable expression. Her hands caress your arms and back; she pulls on you like she wants more. She’s no tighter than anyone else, but her insides do feel hotter and wetter. It makes you feel like you’re sliding out of control, yet you want to go deeper.

You fuck her hard in your effort to get deep, your strong body crashing into her smaller one. Her huge breasts jiggle and flop madly as the pace increases. Women often wrap their legs around your waist when you do this. Not her. Her feet bounce in the air, and the look in her eyes becomes more intense. She’s tightening up. In your desperation to cum, you hammer her without reservation. In the home stretch, you give up on holding yourself up and sink down, pressing your face in her neck as you thrust feverishly. Her nails rake your back, and sharp teeth bite your shoulder as you burst inside her, body clenching and making some embarrassingly caveman noises.

It keeps going. Your cock twitches and feels detached from you, yet you can feel more and more thick fluid gushing out each time. You settle, gasping, buried to the hilt in an overflowing creampie as hot as the sun. Her chest is a heavenly pillow to rest on. You’ve never been one to finish, roll over, and go to sleep—although sometimes you want to. Here, you don’t even have the strength to roll over. Your hips ache and your back stings, but you feel euphoric. Limp and pinning her to the bed, the grip of her pussy keeping you in place, you close your eyes.