Page 73 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Four

Orion

I am so baffled.

Somewhere between me shoving both my cocks deep inside her and me putting her in my den, I realized I actually like this one.

Her scent was so tantalizing, it revitalized something in me I thought died off, like a favorite food.

It was asinine, right? To feel for someone as deeply as I felt for the woman curled up against my side?

I laid there stroking her dusty, hay yellow hair and kept thinking to myself, I don’t want you to leave.

I wanted to spend time exploring what on earth she was thinking, traipsing through the Everglades with just a bucket full of dead snakes.

Her eyelids fluttered open, the Everglades lighting up her eyes in hazy lights. Between the moon, the fireflies, and the candle I lit on my table, she was illuminated softly. An easy smile spread on her lips. “Now, that’s going to do numbers.”

“I apologize, I don’t understand the reference,” I teased, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

“Mmm, the video. When I post it—oh no,” she gasped, sitting up. “What time is it?”

“It’s about…” I trailed off, making a joke of looking at the tip of my tail like one would a wrist watch, “late.”

“Ha,” she snorted, shooting me a look. When her eyes softened, growing sad, I felt a knot twist up in my stomach.

“Are you expected somewhere?” I brushed my fingers along her jaw, bringing her faraway look back to my face.

“Unfortunately, yes,” the way she confessed clued me in. Her muscles in her jaw tightened under my fingertips. My tail curled around the stone protectively.

“Mmm, well, that won’t do. See…I’m a very lonely basilisk.

Been in the Everglades all by myself for so long and, well, it’s truly hard to find someone capable of meeting my needs.

So, I’m simply not going to let you leave.

” I was teasing, truly I was only playing to lighten the mood.

But when her eyes flickered up to study my face?

I saw a plead. I’m imagining it, no? But no, she didn’t want to go back.

My pretty little snack did not want to go back home.

My…my…my. Had I just played myself into keeping her here?

I smirked as I slithered further up on the rock.

Her shoulders tensed again, but her eyes were locked onto mine.

My palms flat against the smooth stone, I pulled myself up and onto it while she crawled backward with her elbows and heels.

Only, she stopped before I did and stared up at me with those big doe eyes of hers. Do it, they dared.

“No, please, I should get home,” she blurted out breathlessly as she laid back against the rock.

“You’ll need to put up a bit more fight than that to convince me,” I teased more as I loomed over her like a dark cloud over the moon.

Understanding flickered across her sweet features. “My apologies, let me try that again.”

She gasped before twisting sharply. Like a gator in a death roll, she rolled around and attempted to throw herself off my rock. I grabbed her by the hips, yanking her across the stone.

She called out, louder and with a crack in her voice that almost stopped me in my tracks. “No! Wait please, I gotta get home.”

If she hadn’t tossed her hair over her shoulder to smirk at me, I would have believed her. Wicked delight crawled up my long spine from the tip of my tail to my skull. I felt the spiked frills sprout from my back and stand at attention behind me. I tugged her more sharply, throwing her legs aside.

“Poor thing, you really shouldn’t have wandered so far from home, ” I purred, reaching down for my pocket.

While Willow squirmed beneath me, still giving me the fight I craved, I drew my cocks back out.

They were drenched, the slick from excitement twice as thick as before, responding to the way she grabbed onto grooves in the rock and pulled herself out from under me.

My tail snapped out like a viper, wrapping around her.

Her warm breasts pressed against my belly scales.

She thrashed despite being tangled in my tail.

I brought her back to me, spearing her on my cocks once more.

Willow’s cries of faux panic turned instantly to deep belly moans.

Her fingers wrapped around my tail, gripping me for dear life as I used her like my own pocket pussy.

I jerked her on and off me sharply. Her pussy tightened with every thrust, to the point I thought she might pass out from how tense her muscles were.

All it took was angling her just an inch. I struck something deep inside her, and her walls wrapped around me. I greedily pressed her backside up against my belly scales, letting every inch of my cock feel her fluttering cunt. Shivers ran the course of my body. Goddess, she feels so good.

“Lost girl with such a wet pussy, would be a shame if a big, bad basilisk got ahold of her…and didn’t let her go.”

“Well, I mean, what can I do…” She sighed dramatically, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re going to regret that,” I retorted.

“Mmm, I don’t think I will. Though, it would be best to get somewhere with better service. My stream was pixelated like a potato so I doubt uploading our video out here will be okay. So, you might need to slither me closer to a tower.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I growled, hungry for more of her cunt but knowing exactly where I was taking her in the morning. My favorite witch on the edge of the glades. It’d been a while since I’d seen her and…well Espbeth did love to collect things.