Page 44 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

I groaned but obeyed, tugging the fabric away so I was bared to her.

She hissed in a breath, then reached out a hand tentatively.

“Can I touch?” she asked, her voice husky, and when I nodded, she ran a finger from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip.

“Looks almost human in shape, but the tiny scales give it a bit of texture—never mind all those pretty little lines decorating it.”

My eyes were riveted on the contrast of her dark skin as she curled her fingers around the much paler green of my cock.

Then, she applied just the right pressure as she rode that hand all the way to the tip; I hissed, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Good?” she asked, and I could actually hear the smile in her voice.

At my nod, she added a second hand and started a slow rhythm that drove me crazy but wasn’t enough to bring me to completion.

I watched her face as she worked me, flicking my tongue at the air when I sensed her own arousal rise again; she liked doing this.

With a hand, I reached out and slid it between her slightly spread legs, and she moaned when I thumbed her clit.

“Ziame,” she said, and she sounded like she was reprimanding me, but at the same time, she was pressing herself against my fingers.

I laughed. “You like this.” Then I lost all sense when she leaned forward and darted out her pink tongue, running it across the head of my dick. “Gods!” I groaned at the molten heat that shot up my spine and tightened my balls. “What are you doing?”

She lifted her head to look at me with a mischievous smile.

“What, you’ve never received head before?

” When I shook my head with wide, startled eyes, her eyebrows climbed up.

“Never?” she asked, then contemplated my cock again with what looked like confusion.

“No one’s ever wanted to worship this beautiful thing? ”

I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue against my fangs.

“Lacerten females have these too, you know. We’re venomous as well as capable of breathing fire.

Not something you want to, uh… receive head from?

” She eyed my mouth again, then looked down at her own crotch and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s different,” I defended. “I don’t actually put you in my mouth; I just licked you. No risk of fangs.”

She laughed. “I believe you, but it seems unfair, and unlike your females, I don’t have fangs.

” She flicked her tongue against her blunt little teeth, mirroring what I’d done, followed by a wide grin as she eyed my cock again.

The greed in those eyes made it twitch and my mouth water.

She really wanted to taste me—never in my wildest dreams.

Leaning in, she licked the head again, and then, with a saucy smirk, she wrapped her lips around it, engulfing the sensitive tip entirely.

With a hoarse shout, my hips came off the bed.

That felt so good! She pulled back, wiped her wrist over her mouth, and grimaced.

Guiltily, I realized I’d nearly choked her with that move. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

She gave a sunny smile. “Are you kidding me? That was sexy, and you taste fantastic. Just try to hold still now that you know what to expect. Can you do that?” I nodded quickly—anything to get her to suck my dick at this point. Holy crap, that was good.

As she went back to work, I focused hard on keeping my ass planted on the bed, and after a while, it was easier to focus on how she sucked me in a rhythm, bobbing her head and working me with her hands in tandem.

It was nothing like sinking into a warm cunt, but damn if that suction wasn’t one of the best things I’d ever felt.

Her slick arousal coated the air, her pheromones tingling across my tongue, and with my fingers, I tried to work her clit in tandem with how she worked my cock. I imagined that’s what it would be like when we actually mated, and the thought of sinking into her ratcheted up my arousal another notch.

Then I remembered my tail and unwound it from her ankle, sliding it up her thigh so I could press the tip against her drenched opening.

We both groaned at the same time. Shit, she felt so good on my cock and my tail.

She raised her head for a moment and, with a moan, said, “Damn Ziame, that’s so good. ”

Taking it as permission, I softly pressed the nubbed, prehensile tip of my tail inside of her, working her with it in a steady movement while flicking her little clit with my finger. In turn, she focused on my cock, and it wasn’t long before we were both panting, close to the edge.

“Going to come, little one,” I tried to warn, but she ducked down, hollowing her cheeks, and when I shouted hoarsely with my release, she swallowed every single drop.

I only had to work her with my tail and fingers a few seconds longer before she followed me over the edge, collapsing forward to rest her head on my thigh, right next to my spent cock.

“I have no words,” I told her after a long silence.

When she gave a beatific smile from where she lay but didn’t move, I shifted my arms and tail, releasing it from the tight grip of her sheath.

She groaned in protest, but then snuggled down eagerly when I tucked her into my body, her head on my chest. She fell asleep within moments, and with a deep, deep sense of contentment, I followed her soon after.