I keep sucking.

In the end, the deciding factor is the steady stream of pre my reptilian lover has been leaking. It glides down my throat every time I swallow, cool, and yet at the same time, deliciously warm. The continual stream of salty fluid has me eager to experience his full release. I’m expecting to be liberally coated in cum, and the prospect is far more exciting than I care to admit.

Steadily, I work Rylon’s cock deeper and deeper into my throat. Tears steam down my face and I try my absolute best not to gag. The girth and length finally prove too much and I come up for air, spluttering for a few moments before I steady myself. I expect disappointment or annoyance that I’ve stopped from my partner, but the tender look of concern on his features is touching.

“Got a little overly ambitious,” I say, as I resume stroking his length with a hand, “nothing to worry about.” I begin long, steady licks of his length. His cock doesn’t have a traditional head like a humans, and I quickly discover he’s more sensitive near his base. I focus my efforts there, licking around the root of his cock whilst my hand pumps away up near the tip.

My head is now to one side of his dick, so working his length with both hands becomes a little awkward. My spare hand immediately travels south, through the dark thatch of my pubic hair, which is slick with my excitement, and to my mons. I rub my fingers over my labia, before homing in and focusing on my clit, slowly circling the swollen nub.

As my own pleasure builds, my licking and stroking picks up the pace. Both my monstrous lover and I are breathing heavily, our peaks rapidly approaching. Experimentally, my focus shifts. My tongue travels to the very base of his cock, where it emerges from its slit, and wiggles its way into the gap between my lover's cock and the walls of the slit that usually conceal it. Rylon lets loose with a strained, high pitch growl and bucks his hips upwards.

Pleased with myself for finding a weak spot, I double down, my tongue plunging as deep into the gap as possible. My lover's cock begins twitching madly in my hand. I’m so focused on this new and delightful way to please my partner that I only realise he is cumming when the first sizable rope of jizz sent skyward from his release splatters down across my shoulders before running down my in rivulets and pooling in the curve of my lower back.

Surprised, but determined to not spill any more of his release, I aim his length towards my open mouth. Naturally, I’m not quite finished aiming when the second wave of pearlescent white spunk splashes over my hair and the upper part of my face. Closing my eyes to protect them from the warm, goopy onslaught, I attempt to correct my aim. In my blind state, I overcompensate. Another wave misses my mouth entirely and splatters against my chest, liberally covering my tits.

Moaning in frustration, I lean forwards. My lips find the twitching tip of his member and I guide him to the warm confines of my mouth just as another pulse sends a fresh wave over my tastebuds and towards the back of my throat. The taste and texture is phenomenal, rich, thick and salty and with an extra edge that really drives me wild. I swallow what I can, but the majority spills out of my mouth and runs down my chin. Three more sizable waves (and a little one for good measure) and his orgasm subsides. I remove Rylon’s dick from my mouth with a lewd pop. My hands reach up, scooping up the jizz that covers both my eyes, before bringing the viscous substance to my mouth. My tongue darts out as I lick my hands clean as my eyes finally open.

My chest, face and presumably but back are liberally coated in warm, thick spooge, it clings stickily to my skin. I laugh in wonder as I see the pure volume of cum I covered in, I honestly look like an iced bun. As I take in my drenched appearance, a strand that had been dangling from my chin wiggles merrily this way and that. Idly, my hand scoops it up and then returns it to my mouth. A snort of amusement from Rylon catches my attention and I look up at him. Eyes glittering with mirth, but with a completely innocent tone, he speaks into my mind.

“You missed spot,”

I look down at myself again. Streams of the perly white spunk are gradually flowing south, following the curves of my body. I watch in some amusement as two glistening droplets form on the tips of my erect nipples before dripping to the floor, then look back up at him, a single eyebrow raised, and reply, “ya think?” He maintains his lizardy poker face for a couple of seconds, but the look of exasperation on my face proves too much as he lets out the strangest hitching chuffing sound I've ever heard. My eyes widen in alarm at the sound, then narrow again as I work out that the scaly asshole is laughing at me.

I try to keep the look on my face stern, but he can see the sparkle of amusement in my eyes. I break eye contact and my eyes slowly travel back to his cock, which, to my surprise, is still fully erect. A mischievous grin spreads over my face as I nod towards his junk and say, “If you want me to deal with that, you better stop laughing at me.” The grin only widens at the speed he falls silent. “Good boy.”

I stand and straddle him, then grab his cock and guide it between my legs. I am fully intent on guiding it towards my asshole as I had planned earlier, and am actively in the process of scooping up some of the cum still smeared over my body to use as a makeshift lube, when the feel of the tip of his cock as it brushes against my clit then smearing against my wet pussy gives me pause. Before I know it, the cock below me isn’t resting by my backdoor, but to the entrance of my sodden cunt. “I shouldn’t.” I think, keenly aware that I don’t know if I would get pregnant if I let him cum inside me, but the thrill of the unknown runs through me.

My heart is hammering in my chest and my breathing picks up. I see Rylon looking up at me, watching as I deliberate risking it all or playing it safe. Wisely, he remains silent. The whole time I’ve been thinking, I have been idly brushing his cock against my mons, teasing myself with his tip.

Rylon has been a decent lover so far, affectionate, and concerned with my wellbeing just as much as getting off. Our eyes meet again, and I ask, “If I let you fuck my pussy, will you warm me when you are close? I’m new here. I don’t know if I can get pregnant or not if I let you cum inside me, and I don’t want to risk it.” I look into his eyes as he absorbs my question. His eyes grow a little glassy, and I see a whole bevy of emotions flow over his reptilian face as he debates something internally. He takes a little longer that I would like, and my hands are slowly guiding him away from my pussy when he finally makes a decision. His eyes focus on mine, and again, he speaks into my mind.

“If I finish inside, high chance you get pregnant. Most women think us beasts. Grolec only born male, need other female to survive. Most time woman aura broken, **** them love us. We breed them, bring back to pack. You different, you treat me like person. When we done, I promise let you go own way. If you use breed hole, I promise to warn when finish.”

I stand, stunned by his revelation. If things had gone even slightly differently, I may already have been filled with little Grolecs, and be well on the way back to their layer, about to begin my new life as a breeding ****. I try to ignore the thrum of excitement the thought sends through me. “He didn’t have to tell me any of that,” I think, “he could have lied, told me I’d be fine or kept quiet entirely. Fuck it, I’m going to trust him.”

Decision made, I line him up, and ever so slowly, I lower my hips. A moan of pure pleasure spills past my lips as I feel him enter me. I savour every second of the cool feeling of the glorious pillar of fuckmeat as it fills and spreads my hot, wet cunt. Slowly, I ride him. For the first time in our lovemaking, he begins to properly move below me, hips bucking up to meet mine. We quickly enter into a rhythm, and in no time at all I am sent over the edge. I scream my delight into the surrounding forest for anyone who would care to hear.

As the ride stretches on and on, and my second orgasm comes and goes, a germ of an idea enters my mind. The idea is so naughty, and so thrilling, that it is more than enough to send me into the spiralling delight of my third orgasm. When most of the pleasure subsides, and I think clearly again, I breathily ask, “How long is a woman usually pregnant with a Grolec child?” he looks up at me in distracted confusion, clearly enjoying the feeling of my hot pussy spreading for his cock as much as I enjoy being spread, then replies,

“About thirty day until egg laid, then seven eight day for egg hatch. Why?”

“oh, no reason.” I reply, then, in a slightly more cautious tone, ask, “Out of idle curiosity, how big are the eggs?”

“little bigger than cock at base most times.”

He sees my nod at his answer, sees the look of determination in my eyes, watches in confusion as I begin to ride him harder, forcing more and more of him into me with every stoke. All the while, I maintain eye contact. I see the moment his confusion shifts, see the light of illumination dawn within him. His eyes take on a different cast, one full of smouldering desire. As we reach the apex of our thrusts, only the tip of his cock still inside me, he speaks into my mind.

“Close.”

He stares deep into my eyes, and I into his. I slam my hips back down. In one powerful stroke, I take him all within me, right to the base. I feel him swell and twitch inside. Our voices drown out all the other noises of the forest as together, we reach our peak. I feel it inside me, wave after wave of warm spunk impacting the back of my womb, flooding my most intimate place. And it is a flood. Despite having cum already, his load is no less diminished. His seed fills every available space within me before gushing out in waves, splattering onto Rylon’s hips and onto the forest floor. I collapse against my reptilian lover's chest, savouring the sensations flowing through and out of me. I feel as he softens within me, as well as the unique sensation of his cock slowly withdrawing as it returns to its slit. My face is mere inches away from his. I see the fondness, but also the underlying worry in his eyes and he says,

“Did warn you.”

Smiling warmly up at him, I say, “I Know sweety, but I made my choice.” I lean in, and tenderly kiss him on the snout, before adding, “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's a feeling of warmth, a feeling of comfort and of safety. In that moment, it feels as if everything is 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, splayed across the chest of the father of my child. I stare up at him, his joy filled eyes mirroring the joy in my 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 against him again, head resting on his chest as I laugh.

My mirth subsides not long after, but I am content to remain as I am, head pressed against Rylon’s chest, listening to the steady sound of his breathing and his strong heartbeat.

“What now?”

I consider the question, then reply, “You can show me your digs, and we can spend lots of time together until the egg comes, after that? we’ll see. Now though? For now, I want to stay like this.” And so, we do. We stare into each other’s eyes, saying oh so much, and yet nothing at all.