Page 71 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Two

Orion

W hat can I say? I like an audience. Always have.

Always will . Not to mention, a delectable little snack that smelled like sweet deliverance just happened upon my nest. Goddess, she smells good enough to eat.

I was pretty sure my heat wasn’t coming on early, so this was probably just because of how long it’d since I’d fucked my way to oblivion, but maybe it was both.

Despite my affinity for voyeurism and the pretty, plump woman pinned to the ground beneath me, it had been a while.

Hard to get to my age and not crave something more…real? Tangible?...Lasting.

I craved something lasting. Not just a passing lust or a carnal release.

As a young basilisk, I’d sunk my fangs—and other parts of my anatomy—into any warm thing that wandered into my lair.

However, I’ve been lurking in the Everglades for over forty years.

Slithering up the skirts of strangers no longer held an appeal.

But then this vivacious creature sat down brazen in the middle of my lair, and it was like those desires were awakening again.

I was helpless against her siren song. She truly smelled of bliss.

Like a sweet orange blossom honey with tantalizing blood pumping through her veins. Then, of course, I saw her phone .

She’s streaming?!

Human technology wasn’t my strong suit, but it behooved me to know about it. I won’t lie, when I saw she was streaming, I considered ripping off her pants right there. Knowing she had people watching, it pumped a cruel, wicked desire in my blood.

I’ve always loved to put on a show. Back when I used to indulge in such things, I would often find small airboat travel groups nearby. There was usually one person who was just dying to know . And the rest watched with morbid fascination. It used to set my soul ablaze.

But this? This is far more efficient. Now there were no witnesses in person who could get the wrong idea and try to stab me mid-thrust.

“What’s your name?” she squeaked, breaking me out of my thoughts and turning my attention back to her. I could see her clear as day through the brown fabric. I kept an enchanted sash over my eyes to keep from rendering all those who glanced my way to stone, an unfortunate side effect of my powers.

Descended from the Gorgans, or however the myth went, basilisks had more than one way to kill a prey.

Though, the stone thing was more of a defense mechanism.

I can’t eat rocks. The fabric of my sash was sewn together from special arachnid silk, the kind one has to see a witch for…

thankfully, I happen to know one in the Everglades.

Espbeth is a nice enough woman for being a cantankerous witch, but after I accidentally turned a massive gator on her front porch to stone, she whipped me up the sash.

I thanked her by hulking the new lawn ornament out of the way.

“Orion.” I took a deep breath to ground myself. Goddess, she smells good. Her scent filled my lungs again and attempted to suffocate me. Why does she smell so good? None of my other prey— ahem —lovers? Smelled this good!

“Willow.” She nodded at the phone. “My stream is about cut out. If you’re going to eat me, you should probably do so before it does. That way there are, you know, witnesses.”

I barked out a laugh. “If you insist.”

My hands went to those tempting shorts that barely covered her wide hips, let alone those snackable thighs. I could rip them down the center with a simple tug. However, as I got the button open and fabric down an inch, she jerked…seemingly realizing what I meant.

“Oh! Oh, wait—I’ll get banned for that. Please, just, hold that thought!

” She squirmed, crawling through the damp moss and over my tail back toward her phone.

I watched her, pleased with myself and her apparent lack of self-preservation, as she snatched it.

“Hello, fellow gremlins, keep an eye on my posts, but I think I’m…

just be subscribed to my OF, if you know what I mean. Willow out!”

She hung up the video, and a part of me sighed in disappointment.

That’s a shame. When she twisted back to face me, she offered an apologetic smile.

I slithered closer, enjoying the slow backward crawl of hers ‘til she was trapped against the rock.

With her phone clutched to her chest, she stared up at me.

That tempting scent of hers grew stronger until I was caging her against that rock with my arms.

“I thought you wanted me to eat you where there could be witnesses?” I teased, studying her.

She had a heart-shaped face with two beauty marks under her left eye.

Big, brown doe eyes stared up at me while her butterfly wings for lashes fluttered.

I could practically hear her heart slamming against her rib cage.

Yet, it wasn’t panic in her gaze that lured me closer.

“I do—I mean, I would—I was streaming on YouTube. If you did that on stream, I’d get banned almost immediately.”

Banned? I wasn’t sure completely what that meant, but the context was bad. “A shame,” I murmured.

“Oh, I mean, I can—we can—would…you?”

“There wasn’t a question in that jumble of words, sweet treat,” I teased, lowering until our noses brushed and I caught it. Her gaze dropped to my mouth, and I dug my fingernails into the boulder behind her head.

“Did you still want an audience?” The question came out of her like a confession, like I’d squeezed it from her very lungs.

“What are you proposing?” Because, audience or not, my cocks were stirring in my pocket and she was one more fluttered eyelash from being naked, ass first in the mud, ankles to the sky, and speared alive.

“I have a place where I won’t be banned for it.” Her breath hitched, and I felt my first cock peek through my slit. I caught her chin before she could peek down at it, holding her gaze locked on my sash.

“Mmm, eyes on me, delicious girl.”

“How could they not be?” she blurted out.

I chuckled. “Careful, compliments will get you everywhere.”

“What compliment do I need to give in order for you to fuck me?” she laughed breathlessly.

My lips couldn’t be curled up higher on my face.

I felt her shiver as my hand slid down from her chin toward her throat.

Her eyes were already hooded, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.

“None, all you have to do is explain…how exactly you plan to have an audience on that phone of yours?” I cocked my head.

My other hand was already at the front button of her jean shorts.

I popped them open with a flick of my thumb.

She took a deep breath in sharply through her nose. I was already palm first down into her shorts, sliding my fingers underneath her cotton panties before she spoke. “I was going to record us having sex and upload it to my OnlyFans.”

“So, it would be an indirect audience?” I smirked as her voice caught in her throat.

I brushed through thick, coarse curls to find her damp lips.

Already slick, sweet thing? Spreading her with two fingers, I memorized the way her face softened, melting at my middle finger brushing her clit.

I teased her, beckoning her out to play until her eyes were fluttered closed and her fingers were reaching for anything to hold onto.

Like she was falling. I chuckled softly, “Willow.”

“Yes—sorry, yes, it would be…” She trailed off as I switched to pinching her clit between my first two knuckles, circling the top of it with my thumb. The haggard breath that escaped her only encouraged me more. “Fucking hell, you’re good at that.”

“Practiced hands.” I tugged on that clit just a smidgen and watched her jump. “Now…explain to me how exactly you’ll be recording us?”

“I can’t while your hands are down my pants—oh fuck, please, goddess, don’t stop.”

“Mmm, if you insist.”

“No! Wait,” she gasped.

“You really are quite confusing, sweet treat. You want me to make you come, you don’t want me to make you come?

” I laughed, stilling my hands so that she could put a coherent thought in her head.

It never occurred to me how much I liked a lover who got lost to the pleasure.

How she almost couldn’t speak anything but desperate pleas for more.

It ran a tingle up my spine and left my insides stirring for more.

“I…” She trailed off with a nervous giggle. “I should set up the camera. Don’t want to miss a thing. Plus, you know, probably should talk about stuff?”

“Mmm, that’s reasonable. We should speak first. For the second that phone is set up, I’m returning for this wet pussy, and I don’t intend to stop.

” I felt her thighs clamp down around my hands, and I considered just forgoing the camera.

She was slick with desire, and my cocks were inches from standing fully out of my pocket.

I slipped my hand back up across her mound of curls and even made sure to trace her soft stomach with my pinkie before bringing it to my mouth.

The way goosebumps ravaged every inch of her that I could see as I licked my fingers clean made me hum. She tastes just as good as she smells.

“Yeah, okay,” she squeaked, voice cracking. “Uh, first, you sure you want to just make a sex tape with some random girl who walked into your nest or whatever? I mean, you don’t know me.”

“I know your name.” I hummed more, returning my hands to the boulder just beside her head. “I know you smell like a delectable snack. And I know you like it…what’s more to know?”

Her cheeks burned a deep crimson, eyes darting to her phone. “And you’re okay with me recording it?”

“What can I say? I love an audience,” I purred, cupping her chin with my damp fingers once more.

She was boneless putty in my palm as I brought her lips close to mine.

Inches from a kiss where I could shove my tongue down her throat and fill the Everglades with her moans, I whispered, “Any other questions?”

“No,” she breathed. “You?”

“Just one.” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing making porn with a basilisk she ran into by accident, hmm?”

She leaned into it, like she might make the first move, but when I held her chin firmly in place, she only sighed dreamily. Her hands found my bare chest, tracing down my abdomen. “What can I say? I like to live adventurously.”

I couldn’t explain how I knew there was more to it than that, but I had no right to ask. All I had was a very needy girl in my lair with nectar pooling between her thighs and a virtual audience. So, I asked the better question. “So where would you like to set the stage?”

The way she beamed up at me actually took my breath away.