Page 57 of Drenched

It wasn’t the answer I expected, and the honesty in his voice left me momentarily unmoored. But I didn’t let it show. Instead, I leaned closer, my song softening to a hum as I shifted onto my knees. I climbed into his space, straddling his tail where it coiled beneath him. His body went rigid, his claws digging into the stone floor with a sharp scrape.

“You don’t need to wait anymore,” I whispered.

His eyes widened slightly, the faintest crack in his composure. For once, he wasn’t the one in control. The realization sent a thrill through me, emboldening me as I let my hands rest on his chest. His skin was cool beneath my palms, the scales smooth and firm, shifting subtly with each breath he took.

“You don’t know what you’re inviting,” he said, his voice strained, though his hands rose to grip my hips. His claws hovered, as if unsure whether to hold me or push me away.

“Don’t I?” I challenged, leaning down until our faces were inches apart. His breath was cool against my lips, carrying a faint metallic tang that reminded me of the ocean. “Maybe I’m the one inviting you.”

His claws settled on my hips, firm and possessive, claiming me. His tail shifted beneath me, coiling tighter. The song on my lips faltered for the first time as his strength pressed against me, unrelenting. But I didn’t stop. I let my hands roam over his chest, exploring the ridges of muscle that moved beneath his scales. The faint glow of his body pulsed, responding to my touch in a way that made my pulse quicken.

When my hands drifted lower, over the curve of his stomach, his breath hitched. His cock rested against his abdomen, hard and thick, its ribbed surface catching the faint light. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen, alien and mesmerizing. My fingers hovered for a moment before I wrapped them around him.

The reaction was instant. His hips jerked, a low, guttural sound escaping him as his claws tightened on my hips. His eyes burned into mine as though he were trying to hold himself together. “Pearl,” he said, my name a rough exhale that sent shivers through me.

I began to move my hand slowly, deliberately, letting my palm slide over the ridges and curves of him. The texture was firm yet yielding, alive in a way that felt almost otherworldly. Each motion drew a new sound from him, a mix of growls, gasps and something rawer, something primal.

“You’re holding back,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “Don’t.”

His response was a growl, deep and resonant, as his claws flexed against my skin. But he didn’t take control. Not yet. His restraint was palpable, a tension that coiled around us like a storm on the verge of breaking. It was intoxicating, knowing I was the one unraveling him.

I leaned down, letting my lips brush against the cool surface of his chest. The taste of salt and metal lingered on my tongue as I trailed kisses down his torso, my movements slow and deliberate. His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a shuddering sound that filled the cavern.

When I reached his cock, I let my tongue trace the ridges, exploring the unfamiliar texture with careful precision. The response was immediate, his body tensed beneath me, anda sharp, inhuman sound tore from his throat. His tail coiled tighter around my leg, anchoring me in place as I took him deeper.

The taste of him was salt and sea, with an edge that was purely him. I moved slowly at first, letting my tongue map every ridge and curve, but as his growls grew louder, I quickened my pace. His claws scraped against the stone floor, his body trembling with the effort to contain himself.

“Enough,” he growled finally, his voice rough with need. His claws twitched against my hips, as though he wanted to pull me away, but the effort to resist was etched across his face. His composure was slipping, piece by piece, and I wasn’t about to let him take back control.

Instead of relenting, I tightened my grip on him, my hand stroking his cock deliberately as I took him deeper into my mouth. His sharp intake of breath was like a reward, his head falling back as his chest heaved. The ridges of his cock caught against my tongue, each one adding a new texture to explore, to conquer. His taste was intense, salty and sharp, a mix of the sea and something distinctly his.

“Pearl…” he rasped, my name breaking from his lips like a prayer, barely more than a breath. His claws scraped against the stone floor, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every flick of my tongue.

I didn’t stop. If anything, his helplessness spurred me on. I let my lips glide down to the base of him, my tongue tracing the grooves of his ridges before drawing back slowly, savoring the way he pulsed in my mouth. His cock twitched against my tongue, a desperate, involuntary motion that sent a thrill through me, heat pooling low in my stomach.

“You’re going to make me…” His voice broke, a deep growl resonating through his chest. His hips jerked, and his claws flexed as though he was trying to hold himself together.

“Do it,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding as I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “I want all of you.”

His gaze darkened, something raw and unrestrained flashing across his features. I didn’t give him time to respond before taking him deep again, my hand stroking him in time with the movements of my mouth. The pressure in his body was palpable, a storm threatening to break, and when it did, it was with a ferocity that left him trembling.

A low, guttural sound tore from his throat as he came, his release hot and sharp against my tongue. I swallowed greedily, my lips tightening around him as his cock pulsed in my mouth. His claws dug into the stone, his head thrown back in a way that made him look utterly undone. For a moment, he was silent, his chest rising and falling as though he couldn’t quite process what had just happened.

When I pulled away, his black eyes met mine, wide with something that looked like awe. “You…” he began, but his voice faltered. “You’re…”

“Not finished,” I interrupted, my voice calm and unwavering.

His breath hitched as I stood, straddling his chest. The smooth, cool surface of his scales pressed against my thighs as I shifted forward, positioning myself just above him. His claws hovered near my hips, hesitant, as though he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

“My turn,” I said simply, my tone laced with authority.

His expression shifted, anticipation and hunger warring in his gaze as I lowered myself onto his face. The first stroke of his tongue sent a jolt through me, cool and electric as it traced over my clit. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance as his claws settled on my thighs, holding me firmly in place.

His tongue was impossibly long, curling and flexing with precision that left me breathless. He moved slowly at first, exploring every inch of me with deliberate care. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers through my body, the ridges adding a sensation that bordered on overwhelming. When he focused on my clit, his tongue circling and stroking with maddening expertise, I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my lips, louder than I intended, raw and unrestrained..

His claws tightened on my thighs, pulling me closer as his tongue delved deeper. The coolness of him contrasted sharply with the heat pooling in my core, the combination driving me to the brink. His hands slid upward, his claws grazing the soft skin of my hips before settling on my breasts.

When his fingers pinched my nipples, a sharp, pleasurable shock shot through me, adding another layer to the intensity of the moment. He rolled them between his claws, his movements perfectly timed with the rhythm of his tongue. My body arched against him, the sensations building to a crescendo that left me trembling.

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