Page 44 of The Naga

He kissed me like a thirsty man getting his first sip of water, with an intensity that stunned me. His tail wrapped around my legs almost too tightly, but I didn't care.

I pressed closer to him, my palms trailing up and down his back as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his skin warming up the more I touched him, and I traced every inch of his back that I could reach.

Khush turned us around, and I gasped into his mouth as I found myself pressed up against the door, his hands on my ass.

Sliding my hands up his back, I slid my fingers into his hair, tugging at the short strands as I pressed my groin against him. I could feel his cocks hardening and sliding out of their hiding spot, and I threw my legs around his hips, groaning softly when his fingers dug into my ass cheeks to keep me from slipping.

I rocked against him as he kissed me, and when my lungs started burning from the lack of oxygen, I ignored it. I felt like I could survive without air, but I couldn't go a second without our lips touching. I needed Khush more than I needed oxygen at that moment, and he seemed to feel the same.

"Fuck, Khush. I need you," I begged, pawing at his tank top. Why was he wearing it anyway? He should always be shirtless.

Pulling back, Khush gazed at me, his lips pink and wet, his eyes dark with desire. His forehead was beaded with sweat, strands of his dark hair hanging in front of his eyes.

Removing one hand from his neck, I slid my fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face as he pushed into the touch like Scrappy did when she wanted more pets.

"Are you sure?" he asked, then pressed his dicks against my groin when I gave him a puzzled look.

"Fuck! Yes, yes I'm sure! I want you inside me!" I declared. It'd been a while since I'd been with someone, but I needed it now. I needed Khush.

I wanted us to be pressed together, naked skin against naked skin with no space between us. I wanted to feel all of Khush against me, to assure myself with a touch on every inch of him that he was really, truly okay.

Nineteen

Dustin

Khush carried me upthe stairs like I weighed nothing. To him? I probably did.

"Oh, no. You're staying out, missy," Khush said, and I was utterly confused for a moment before I saw him nudge Scrappy out the door with the end of his tail.

Once he'd locked the door, he carried me to the bed, then placed me on the mattress ever so gently.

"If you keep acting like you're going to break me, I'm gonna kick your ass," I threatened, making Khush laugh.

"Icouldbreak you, you know. I'm a supe, remember?"

"You could, but I know there's no way you actually would. So stop treating me like a glass doll," I argued, then grabbed his tank top and jerked him close, smashing my lips to his. Huh. Maybe the tank top had a use after all.

Khush moaned into my mouth as he settled over me, and his hard dicks pressed against my groin. I whimpered softly as I pushed up into him, rubbing myself against his hardness.

"Too many clothes," he grunted as he pushed up on his elbows, and I nodded in agreement, grabbing the hem of his tank top and pulling it off him. The loop of one arm got stuck on his ear, and we both broke into chuckles as we struggled to free him.

I threw the shirt as far as I could once it was off, and helped Khush take mine off, removing my binder while he focused on getting my pants off. I didn't usually fall asleep with the binder on, but today had been an emotional day, and I hadn't been thinking straight when I'd crawled into bed with Khush earlier.

"There you are," he murmured once we were both naked, pulling me into another kiss. I sucked on his tongue as I slid my palm up and down his chest, tangling my fingers into the soft hair on his chest. There wasn't much of it, but it was just the right amount for me to tug.

Khush gasped into my mouth, his dicks pushing against my hole. I didn't really have specific names for my holes like some of the trans men I knew, but I did think of the nub above my hole as my cock, and right now, it was pressed right between Khush's dicks, and every time he moved against me, it sent sparks shooting up my spine.

I pulled away from his lips as a thought occurred to me, but it took me a few moments to string together the words to say what I wanted to, especially since Khush had turned his focus to my chest, lavishing my skin with little licks and bites, leaving behind small marks of his claim on me.

"Um, just wanted to clarify. You can't knock me up, right? You being the god of fertility and all," I added a touch teasingly, and Khush paused, then glanced up at me.

"I... actually, I don't know," he answered hesitantly, and I blinked. Despite the fact that I'd asked, I hadn't actually expected an answer that was anything other than a simple no. I'd figured it just wasn't possible with us being from different species and all.

"Seriously?"

"Sorry. I know some supe species are able to have kids with humans, but I don't know if the nagas are one of them." Khush ran his fingers over my forehead, moving my hair so it was no longer in my eyes. "Do you want to stop?"

I gazed up at him, chewing on my lower lip as I tried to decide. Despite the impromptu conversation, the heat in my belly hadn't lessened in the least, and I knew it wouldn't take much to get us right where we'd left off.

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