Page 19 of I Married A Lizardman

I liked that it had provided me with the excuse to explore his body in a way I wouldn’t have dared otherwise. Best of all, he’d seemed to enjoy some of the ways I touched him. I also especially loved that, once he’d gotten the gist of it, he’d taken over and applied what I’d shown him. However, he hadn’t simply copied me, he’d actually paid attention to my responses and reacted accordingly.

Olix appeared to be an attentive and generous lover. With time, my husband and I could have a very healthy and enjoyable sex life—and even life in general. But not if he took off on me right in the middle of the deed.

I strained my ear to catch any sound that could reveal what he was up to. Not knowing what to do with myself, I contemplated putting my negligee back on, not that it had seemed to impress or entice him in any way. However, since he had asked me to stay still until he returned, I reluctantly complied. As much as I disliked a bully or bossy person, I did like a take-charge kind of a man.

The door suddenly reopening startled me. Although it had felt like forever, Olix had barely been gone a couple of minutes. My annoyance instantly faded the minute I saw him approach the massive, circular bed. The muted lights from the glowstones that illuminated the room played on the green scales of my husband, giving them an almost dreamy aura as I watched his defined muscles ripple with each of his steps. The feel of them beneath my palm rekindled the flame that his fear about my virginal blood had somewhat doused.

I forced myself not to stare at his still extruded and still fully erect shaft. Olix was seriously well endowed. I may not have had penetrative sex with anyone, but I’ve had some heavy petting with the couple of men I had considered having a serious relationship with before realizing they just wanted a side piece. My husband had them beyond beat in the girth and length department.

However, size wasn’t the only difference. While the general shape was comparable, the top length of his shaft had some sort of a hump that was bound to give some extra sensations, and his entire penis was covered in a layer of soft scales. They reminded me of the ones that covered the thick, dreadlock-like strands at the back of their heads that they called quills. A strange name considering they were very pliable and felt more like soft leather strands.

As Olix stepped down into the bed, my inner walls clenched in both fear and anticipation. It had hurt a little when he had first started inserting himself. But it had been mild, thanks to the care he had displayed, despite my stupid body fighting him. I hadn’t even felt the breach of my hymen. In truth, while a part of me was relieved not to have sex while bathing in my own blood, the other wished he hadn’t cleaned me up and hadn’t stopped. My blood would have served as additional lubricant and, by now, he would be fully sheathed.

Without a word, he settled over me again, although his eyes locked with mine sought to validate that he still had my consent. I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around him in response. He kissed my lips like he had done previously before starting to push himself inside of me. I loved that kissing was becoming a reflex for him or that he was at least making a conscious effort to do it. He’d seemed so turned off the first time. But I loved kissing.

It burned again as he slowly made his way inside of me. However, he appeared to produce a natural lubricant of his own that was easing him in. I tried to ignore the discomfort between my thighs and focused instead on his lips and tongue on my neck. The small scales around his lips gently scraping my skin resonated directly in my core. To my major relief, although narrower and longer than a human’s, Olix’s tongue wasn’t forked. For some reason, that would have freaked me out. And its rougher texture felt amazing against my skin, and especially the way it had teased my nipples. Right now, it was doing wonders on the particularly sensitive spot in my neck.

I was half-sighing, half-moaning with pleasure when my body suddenly gave up the fight and yielded. Olix went from halfway in to fully sheathed. That burned and drew a startled yelp out of me. My husband froze, his head jerking up as he looked at me with worry.

I smiled reassuringly. “You’re in,” I whispered. “Good job.”

He relaxed slightly, but not fully. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “You’ve done really well.”

This time, he fully relaxed and smiled, the most adorable mix of relief and pride descending on his alien features. To my pleasant surprise, he didn’t start moving right away. I didn’t know if Andturian females also needed a moment to adjust to their male’s girth, but Olix waited, covering my face and neck with kisses. Only when, with a will of their own, my inner walls began contracting around him did my husband start moving inside me.

Holy fuck! I had feared the scales of his shaft would wreck the soft lining of my inner walls, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. It was the most exquisite sensation, overtaking the underlying discomfort of feeling so incredibly stretched and full. And that hump on the top length of his member? Did I ever feel it! It seemed to undulate almost like a wave, massaging an incredibly sensitive spot inside me with each stroke.

The uninterrupted series of moans flowing out of my mouth were quickly joined by the growling ones from Olix. One look at his face completely messed me up. My man had stopped kissing me. Eyes closed, teeth clenched, his features constricted as if under extreme pain, Olix appeared to be fighting not to lose control due to excessive pleasure. I could feel him pick up the pace, taking me deeper and harder, only to emit a frustrated grunt and rein himself in.

A part of me wanted him to throw all caution to the wind and let his passion run wild, and the other feared he would destroy me. Still, in no time, he was vigorously thrusting into me, head thrown back while emitting that sibilant hiss mixed with a rattling sound that had creeped me the heck out at the spaceport. This time, it was sexy as fuck.

My skin felt feverish as liquid fire ran through my veins. My entire body began to shake with my impending climax. Then Olix called out my name followed by a series of words in his native language. I didn’t know what he had said, not that it mattered. But the almost feral passion with which he said it sent me over the edge.

I shouted as violent spasms took over me. My erratic movement impeded Olix’s possession of me. He slipped an arm under my right leg, lifting it, opening me wider to him and restraining some of my shaking. And then he went to town on me. I couldn’t say whether he had fully lost control or simply given in a bit more, but he pounded into me with wild abandon. Although it hurt a little, the pleasure of his scales and hump were driving me to the brink of insanity. I never fully came down from my first climax before he wrested another from me, this time, joining his voice to mine.

Olix slammed himself home, and his seed shot out violently inside of me. It was surprisingly hot, not so much it burned, but enough to notice. He didn’t move, although a series of spasms shook him while he continued to fill me with short spurts of his essence. When he finally appeared to reconnect with reality, he looked at me, shock descending on his features as if he was just now remembering he’d been brutally plowing into me.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, almost panicked.

“Are you kidding? That was amazing!”

His jaw dropped and, for a second, he stared at me as if he wanted to make sure he’d heard right. When I beamed at him, the pride and joy that descended over his features turned me upside down. I realized then that, like me, he hadn’t expected much good to come out of this night.

“I am glad I was able to satisfy you, Susan,” he said in a deep, grumbling voice filled with emotion. “I have never experienced this much pleasure with a female. You are a wonder, my mate.”

Okay, nowthatmessed me up big time. I didn’t even know what to say, not that I could have spoken a word my throat was so constricted. But Olix didn’t appear to expect an answer. His shaft still buried deep inside of me, he turned us over. Lying on top of him, I felt incredibly vulnerable and yet completely protected. He extended a hand towards the big fur at the edge of the bed and while pulling it over us, his tail flicked over a blue stone embedded in the floor next to another pair of colored stones by the bed. All the lights turned off.

Purring with contentment, I rested my head on my husband’s chest while the heat of the fur settled over me, and his tail wrapped around my legs. I didn’t fully know what the future held for us, but after our rough start, I was starting to believe we would make it.

Iwoke up feeling wonderful—although a little sore south of the border—the divine mattress and cushions around me feeling like a nest of clouds. To my great disappointment, Olix had already left. It shouldn’t have surprised me though. There was a six-hour difference between my native region on my homeworld and Monkoo Valley. I would therefore be jetlagged for a few days before adjusting to this new time. The shading still active on the window made it hard to know the current time.

Wading through the cushions, I reached for the stones embedded on the floor by the bed and waved my hand over the white one, lifting the shading on the window. It revealed the beautiful flower garden and green area between our house and the neighbor’s. The brightness outside surprised me. By the looks of things, it was probably close to noon.

Groaning inwardly, I crawled out of bed, quickly tried to give it a semblance of order, then donned a robe before exiting the room. While unsurprising, I was further disappointed not to find Olix in the living area. On the table, a nice breakfast had been left for me consisting of crunchy, slightly sweet cereal-like grains with nuts and fruits, and a thick smoothie-like drink. Even though there was probably more than I could eat, from what I had read about the Andturians, this was a somewhat humble portion, especially since it didn’t include any meat. And yet, my gut told me they had been generous with me.

Kayog’s words about the situation of the Andturians kept replaying in my mind. Olix’s short speech when thanking the other clans for their generous contribution to the feast further reinforced my belief that I could be of great help… if they let me.

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