Page 72 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Three

Willow

T rue to his word, the second I got my tripod locked and my charging bank plugged in, Orion had me back in his arms. Three seconds after the screen started to countdown, my back hit the soft moss beneath my feet.

He’d let me walk around for a few minutes to pick a good stage, and I discovered we were exactly a rock’s throw away from a large oval clearing full of rigid boulders and a wooden gazebo.

It was more furnished than I was expecting for something with only two walls, but still like some rich swamp man’s outdoor patio.

There was a large, beanbag chair-shaped rock to the far wall, an ice-box, wooden cabinets, and a coffee table.

I set up my tripod on the table, dragged it forward so it was at the edge of the gazebo, and aimed it for the massive clearing.

Thankfully, the lighting was magical. Between the sun just starting to set and the fireflies already flickering to life, the clearing was dressed in romance that I couldn’t have arranged even with the best studio budget.

Orion pulled me back into his chest, leaving me staring down my phone.

The numbers ticked down like the world was stuck in slow motion.

I watched with fascination as he pushed the shorts off my hips.

They dropped with a heavy whump to my muddy feet as he cupped my cunt.

The way he traced my slit with a long finger, I was already in heaven.

His lips trailed up my shoulder, over the damp cotton of my shirt to my throat.

I didn’t even realize we were really recording until he brushed my shirt up and over my bra.

“Look at you, my pretty, filthy thing. I think I’m not the only one who likes an audience, huh? ”

While up until that point I’d never considered if I liked it or not, I knew I’d never shuddered with delight like I did as he roughly dragged my bra down. My knees knocked together when I clenched my thighs.

He snickered harder. “Oh, don’t bother getting shy about it now, Willow. We both know you like it. Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

I inched my feet apart, letting him angle me back an inch or two, like I was leaning against a wall that sat in the sun all day.

He was firm and warm. Smooth like marble, but velvety soft skin that slowly turned into glossy belly scales.

I almost forgot to hold my eyes open as I lay my head back against his shoulder.

I was dizzy from the way he applied pressure to my clit.

In that same pinch between two knuckles, circling it with his thumb, I thought I’d collapse if he wasn’t holding me.

The thumb toying with my nipple sent sharp bolts down into my belly.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were about to come for me. I wanted to see if you tasted as delicious as you smell.”

He plunged two fingers deep into my pussy, and I saw stars.

Orion fucked his fingers into me without mercy, and I felt my desire trickling down the inside of my legs.

I didn’t even realize I was chanting his praise until he turned my head to kiss him.

It was sloppy and awkward, muffling my moans, but it set my soul ablaze.

I almost turned into it. I was lost to the feeling, remembering that I was filming only when he chuckled, “Don’t want to hide these pretty nipples from the audience. ”

“Fuck me,” I breathed.

“I’m working on it, needy girl.” He pinched my nipple again and sent me into a spiral.

Up was down. The air was burning hot, but my body was shivering like I’d dropped into an ice bath.

Tremors ran amuck through my body, and I collapsed back against him.

Wave after wave of delight crashed over me until I was pretty sure he’d finger-fucked all the bones from my body.

“That’s better. Show them how much you like putting on a show. ”

Orion lowered me onto the ground, taking my shirt and bra from me like a doll he could undress with a flick of the wrist.

That’s when I saw them. Two rigid cocks spread out in front of a deep green pocket.

They were eggplant shaped, with a tapered end and no tip, with soft ridges made of the same smooth scales as on his belly.

Thicker at the base, spreading him open, his cocks dripped lightly with a silky lubricant that would give Trojan a run for their money.

One hand around his topmost cock, he stroked himself steadily.

“Now, needy girl, tell me exactly how much you’d like to take.”

“All of it,” I blurted out and not because I knew people paid big money to watch curvy girls get DPed. I said it with the confidence of a woman who wanted to regret walking back home afterwards.

“Mmm, I knew there was something I liked about you,” he snickered, lowering himself toward me.

With a quick scoop of his hands, he had me halfway upside down, my ankles hooked on his shoulders.

I felt two massive cock heads press against me, one to my dripping cunt, the other teasing my ass.

Oh, wait, hold on. But I didn’t voice that minor lapse in judgement, not as he purposely circled the ring of my ass with his slick cock.

Nor as he sank his first cock into me, making my insides flutter.

Or even as he pressed harder against my ass, a warming sensation making all my muscles relax.

“That’s my needy, filthy girl. Basilisk slick’s powerful.

I bet I could even get your muscles to relax enough to take both in that pretty cunt of yours.

But I want to stuff you full, fill you up, then show you to the camera.

I want them to see me dripping from both holes. ”

I forgot I was filming immediately. I always imagined when I got to doing actual porn that I would have a perfectly practiced face and moan that people wouldn’t want to mute.

Instead, I was clutching his tail for dear life, crying out in ecstasy as he sank further into me.

With every inch he sank in, he slipped back out, then thrust in again.

Over and over until I felt his belly scales slap against my ass.

He had me by the love handles and used them to propel me onto his cocks harder, faster, sharper.

It was no longer stars; it was fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.

The whole time he was so calm and collected.

Teasing me, calling me needy and filthy and delicious all in the same breath.

It twisted up my insides. I’m pretty sure I forgot my name until he moaned it.

I was just his fuck toy with my dirty toes curled.

I didn’t feel the burn or stretch of a fat cock; all I felt was the thrilling pleasure of being stuffed full.

Unconsciously, my hand traveled across my stomach before dipping into my curls.

“Oh, needy thing, are you getting off on being stuffed full of cock? Go on, show me how much you like it. I want to feel you come for me.”

His words were pushing me closer to that dangerous precipice.

It was a cliff, sharp and so terribly high up that when I fell over the edge, I was likely to break.

The buildup put spots in my eyes. Which also could be due to being half upside down.

But I hit the edge, circling my clit furiously, and I cried out.

Orion’s tail slid up and underneath me, putting me level with him while he drove himself home.

I was a soul floating out of my body. The world was a deep, burnt orange around the flush green, fireflies glittering around me.

I didn’t even register when he finished until the fourth or fifth rope of it, and I felt it trickle out.

His tail wrapped around me and lifted me.

My limbs were clunky, but I managed to not slap him like a limp doll as he turned me.

He propped me up on his lap, spreading my legs for the camera while I existed in a whole other reality.

Ooey, gooey, and happy with my life choices, I smiling up at the basilisk that loomed over me.

“And...scene,” he winked at me before slithering, with me wrapped up in his tail, back toward the gazebo.

Orion set me down on the large, beanbag-shaped rock gently.

I stretched across the smooth stone like a cat who’d gotten all the cream.

My phone was put in my hand, and I ended the recording with a dreamy sigh.

Orion curled up around the base of the rock, curling his torso around my side.

I flopped my head to the side, smiling up at him.

“Thank you,” I murmured, lazily tracing my finger up and down his chest. “Best snake I bagged in the Everglades.”

Orion cupped the back of my head, bringing my forehead to his lips. “Rest up, sweet treat.”

I wanted to stay awake to ask him things. Where did you come from? When did you know you liked an audience? Why does it feel like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me? But exhaustion settled into my bones, and I fell asleep to the sound of frogs croaking.