Page 29 of The Emerald Boa’s Lover (Operation Colonise #3)

No, you come here.

Dalahan.

“Ch-Charlie I-oh. Oooooh.” He licks heavily over my bulging pouch along the seam of muscle, dipping his tongue to taste my natural slick as the scales there part.

“Y-you love me?” My heart is soaring, as is blood to my cock.

Where has this come from? I am delighted, as I love Charlie dearly, but right now he doesn’t seem to want to talk about this declaration.

Arousal is getting thick in the air, as is my cock in my pouch.

Shuck me, Charlie is driving me crazy. My hands paw at the rough wall on the other side of his triangular bathtub and my chin is practically on my chest as I watch him summon my dick from my slit.

His lips and tongue are working to reward every inch I give him as I extrude all the way.

“Yes. I love you. You win. You were right. We are right for each other.” I want to ululate with victory and delight.

Charlie loves me! Only, it’s hard to think clearly with his lips stretching around my cock.

My tail flails around behind me and I watch as he swallows me down to the pouch.

His tongue heavily pads along the ridges of my length and he suckles at the tapered head, planting a torturous kiss over the slits, before taking me all the way to the back of his throat again.

I whine, overwhelmed with pleasure at his admission, and his passion.

I brace my left forearm and hand against the wall so I can reach down with my right hand to tangle my fingers in his damp hair.

I make sure to tease his scalp with my nails just as he likes, and he moans with approval.

Watching him feverishly gorge on my dick is glorious, and I know the only thing better than this, is when he mounts me.

I can tell we’re going to shuck from the dominating way he holds my hips to keep me where he wants me.

I can also tell he’s losing his patience because he wraps a fist around my cock to pump me into his mouth.

“Oh Charlie.” I whimper as he makes me delirious with need.

Ecstasy is tingling through my body from his mouth and hand milking my cock, and I love it.

“Close.” I warn him and I can feel his smirk around my girth.

He doesn’t like me trying to reciprocate during my first orgasm, but all bets are off once I cum the first time.

“Ch-arlie.” I pant and watch him wantonly.

“Now.” I grunt and he pops his mouth off, stroking me to completion with a demanding pace.

I watch as ropes of my cum spurt onto his neck and chest. He pumps my cock through every tantalising thrum of pleasure.

I bask in the afterglow of my first climax as he smirks up at me and uses the bath water to wash himself off.

“Come here sugar.” He steps out of the bath and didn’t need to ask me to follow him. I’m already coiling around him so he can’t escape to shucking I’m about to give him.

“No, you come here.” I snap my coil around him to pin his legs together so he can’t move. His hands swing forward to brace on the top coil, and he raises a brow at me.

“What are you—” I wriggle my body against his, bumping my torso with his, and my hands in his hair bring his lips to mine.

We kiss hungrily and he runs his hands up and down my sides.

Shuck he’s so hot. It doesn’t take me long to line up my dripping slit with his hard cock.

I slide myself down, using my coil around his legs to hold him while I impale myself on him.

I make us both cry out with desire as he sinks all the way to the back of my sheath.

“Fuck, Dal, that’s really hot. Is this how Ucfeni have sex? ”

“Yeah.” I answer breathlessly and lower our tangle to the bathroom floor.

In the coil of my tail I squeeze his body to mine so there is no escape “No escape now Charlie.” Each undulation of my torso and pelvis causes my sheath to grip and massage his cock, rather than rise and fall like when he thrusts into me.

“You’re in my tangle now, and you’re not leaving until you fill me with your seed. ”

“Fuck Dal.” He grips my sides hips and upper tail with his legs and I moan.

“Yes, constrict me.” I beg, and he realises how much I like how he wraps his limbs around me as well.

His arms go around my waist and back to hug me and I undulate even more.

He licks and kisses my throat when he isn’t claiming my mouth as his, and my natural secretion is lubricating the carnal rhythm of our shucking.

“This is so hot.” He moans to my throat and licks the dip between my collar bone above my chest. “It’s like your sheath is sucking my dick. You feel fantastic.”

“So do you.” I hiss and undulate faster.

I’m chasing after the thunderous orgasm about to crash down on us both.

We tumble around the bathroom in my tangle and end up in the middle of the sunken tub.

Charlie is on top of me and somehow manages to get a hand free to wrap around my cock.

I can tell he is trying to bring me over the edge because he is about to crash into his climax too.

It’s written all over his face. His lust dilated round pupils, passion swollen lips, and choppy panting.

He is trying to buck his hips but I’m holding him too tightly in my coil.

“Kiss me.” He doesn’t hesitate. His tongue is in my mouth and traces over one of my fang chambers when I cum.

I arch my head back in time to turn my head before my fangs extend with a primal hiss.

My eyes are shut and I smile around my fangs at the mind-numbing pleasure of my second climax.

His hand is probably covered in my seed as his fist is still stroking my cock.

I hear Charlie grunt and his legs squeeze me wonderfully right before the warm sensation of being filled to the brim of my pouch makes me sigh with sweet relief.

I am still panting as I come down and loosen my coil for Charlie to slide himself free from my sheath.

When I open my eyes I realise Charlie is staring at my mouth.

And my fangs.

My throat scales darken with embarrassment and I retract them quickly. “I am not venomous. Not really.” I blurt out in a hurry. “I would never bite you.”

“I know.” He chuckled and crawled up my body to body to my mouth. “I’ve never seen your fangs before. I started to think you didn’t have any.”

“All Ucfeni have fangs, Charlie.” I chuckle at how silly that sounded and carefully turn us over in the bathtub.

I reach up for the water chute as we both have a mixture of my slick and our semen to wash off.

“Baring your fangs is an aggressive or defensive measure. If an Ucfeni is starving, they will have their fangs out ready to strike prey down. But erm…sometimes if all the muscles relax in the face…” I chuckle and shrug at him with a dark flush to my throat scales. “We can fang out anyway?”

“Are you telling me you came so hard your fangs came out?”

“…yes…” Charlie licked his lips and smirked at me.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s now my goal when I fuck you.” I avert my eyes bashfully…but I also smile. When the water runs down from the water chute we meet under it and tenderly run our hands, and soap, over each other. “I meant it, you know.”

“Oh I know.”

“That I love you.” I felt tears well in my eyes and I nodded with a gummy smile.

“I know. I love you too.” We kiss and I try to commit this moment to memory in every way.

I snake my tail up his back between his shoulder blades to keep him close and I drape my arms over his shoulders to interlock my fingers together behind him.

“And now you have realised we are right for each other—” He rolled his eyes with a smile and a cringe, but he said it, so he can’t take it back.

“I officially ask you to be my nestmate.”

“And what does that mean?” He raises a brow and I smirk at him.

“You move in with me.”

“I already live with you?”

“We share our lives together.”

“We already do that too?”

“We commit to each other to make this relationship work.” He smiles and hugs his arms around my waist.

“I can agree to that.” I kiss him, because he’s too handsome and tender not to.

“And you promise that you will tell me when you need something, even if you think it’s difficult to ask, you do it anyway.”

“Right back at you.” His expression is deadly serious. “This isn’t a one-way street, and I meant it when I said I’m an all-or-nothing kind of guy. I’m all in now Dal. So when you need something from me, you say so, okay?”

“All I need is for you to be happy, healthy, and to love me. If I have those three things from you, then you’ll have them back from me.”

“You are so fucking romantic.” He chuckles and cups my cheeks to smush my face and hold me close to his face. “I love that about you. We can be hopeless romantics together. Partner.”

“Deal.” I mumble through my puckered lips, his hands still smushing my face. I manage to flick my tongue forward, connecting with his nose and making him bark with laughter. I love that sound. I want to hear it for the rest of my life. “Now do you want me to make you some more toast?”

“What’s wrong with the toast?” We both turn in perfect sync to see that the cup of coffee has been knocked over at some point (probably by my tail) and the toast is now floating on the plate in a pool of it.

“Ah. Yes please.” Charlie walks over and picks up a piece of paper and tries to open it, but it’s so soggy it tears. “Ah. I hope this wasn’t important?”

“I can draw it again.” I chuckle and wink at him.

“What was it?”

“A surprise.” I take the remanents before he can try to piece them together. “And I’ll draw it for you again while you eat breakfast. That’s the deal.” He pouts, but his stomach is on my side, as it rumbles loudly.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I agree.” He chuckles and I watch the flex of his muscles in his back as he walks away from me to the pulley system. “I’ll throw some clothes on and—”

“Or don’t?” I counter with a smirk, as he sits on the pulley seat.

He flashes me a mock scandalous look…and then lowers himself down toward the living area, rather than back up to the nest room for his clothes.

It’s like the pain that’s been squashing Charlie has finally subsided and he’s back to his normal self.

Maybe he’s better equipped to deal with what’s on his plate now?

Whatever has changed, I like it, as I clear up his ruined breakfast and take the dishes down to the kitchen area.

Charlie is posed on a soft blue fuzzy beanbag, one leg crossed over the other to hide his groin from me, the menace, as he reads Asma’s patient file.

He is smiling though. I can’t remember the last time he read it with a smile on his face. In turn, I can’t stop smiling either.