Page 33 of Avery

"Phial!" I cry out his name, swatting at his chest and squirming out from underneath him.

He doesn't let me get very far before crawling back over my body, grabbing my wrists, and pinning me to the furs. My heart flutters for a second, and I wait for panic to seep in at being restrained. Phial's mind flashes back to how he found me tied up in the cage when he rescued me. His face drops, and he releases me like I'm burning him.

"Sor—" Phial starts to apologize, but I don't let him get it out.

"Your dicks!" I blurt out, hoping to salvage this moment between us. My outburst partially does its job. Phial's apology dies in his throat, and he stops trying to pull away from me. He tilts his head to the side, something like hope seeming to rise in his eyes. "I want however many you have in my mouth."

I frown and narrow my eyes at my words. "Maybe not at the same time, depending on how many there are and how big they are." I lift my eyes back up to his as I ramble on.

Any concern of making me flashback to what happened to me months ago seems to have died in his mind, and now he's looking at me with so much desire I can practically feel it dripping off him.

"There's only two," he mumbles.

His scales shimmer to a soft green color before he forces them back to their normal navy. It's been happening more and more, and I want to ask him why he keeps changing colors so often. It's a question for another time because right now, I want to hear more about these two cocks.

"Can I put my mouth on them?" I ask, trying to sound seductive. It either works or Phial's just that into me because his eyes close for a long moment as he tries to appear not as affected as he is.

"Of course, yes." He rolls off of me, flopping into the nest on his back and adjusting his tail underneath him so it's comfortable. It lies between his legs, which are spread, giving enough space for the tail to fall without getting too crushed.

I hope there's enough cushioning in the nest so he isn't smashing it where it connects to his back. I don't worry about that for long because Phial tugs my hand. I follow his lead, kneeling between his legs and my knees on either side of his tail. It moves around underneath me, thumping against the inside of my legs, never letting me forget it's there.

My eyes soak in Phial's body as it lies out in front of me. His dark scales shimmer between a mossy green and navy over and over again. The soft chirping moves his throat just barely.

I let my eyes fall down his chest, taking in his slender frame. His claws are extended as he fists the blankets near his hips. I skate my eyes lower to the fur barely covering him.

"Sytharians have pocketed genitalia," he says, drawing my eyes away from the fur that I want to lift. "I wanted to warn you, in case you're surprised. You didn't know I have two cocks, so I figured you didn't know about the pocket."

Ah, that makes sense as to why he looked so smooth when standing out in the alcove. His cocks were tucked up inside his body since they weren't in use.

"That's fine," I murmur, my hands moving to his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense under my inspection.

He lifts his head off the furs, staring down his body to where I'm touching him, watching me enjoying his body. I let my fingers trail over his abdominal scales until I'm touching the top of his skirt. His breathing catches in his throat, and I smile up at him, loving that I'm not the only one who feels like this attraction between us is all-consuming.

"Please," Phial whispers, his eyes darting up to mine as I move the fur up over his abdomen, revealing his body to me in its beautiful, mouthwatering glory.

He hisses low in his throat as I shimmy further down between his legs, giving me space to bend over and get my mouth close to the two cocks straining and aching for attention. I wrap one of my hands on the lower cock, feeling the cool scales in my hand, making my mouth water and my core clench at the contact.

Phial screws his eyes shut as I stroke it once. I grab the upper one with my other hand, appreciating the feel of both of them. They're close in size, with the top one a little smaller and thinner. The bottom one fills my hand and then some. I lower my face, sticking out my tongue, and flick it over the top's slit, tasting the precum leaking from it. I keep stroking the lower cock, loving how the chirping in Phial's throat is going insane in its need.

"Will you touch me," I ask, my words breathy against the head of Phial's upper cock.

He snaps his eyes open, one of his hands moving to cup my head, the claws scratching softly through my hair as he strokes me with gentle movements. I smile up at him, and he gives me a shaky smile in return. I lick the tip of his upper cock before lowering my lips to his lower one and giving it the same treatment. Phial groans, and his body shakes.

"Is this okay?" I ask as though I can't tell how much I'm affecting him. Who knew the only thing we'd need to get to this place was admitting our feelings for one another?

Phial nods, his mouth opening to speak, but I wrap my lips around the lower head and hollow my cheeks, taking as much of him as I can. I stroke his upper cock, keeping it from whacking me in the face while I suck on the lower one.

"Fuck," The word has no 's,' but he manages to turn it into a hiss anyways.

His hand in my hair tugs gently, urging me to take him deeper. He doesn't do it hard enough to force me down him, but it's enough encouragement for me to take it as deep as I can. I keep going until I gag against it, and I am surprised when there are still a few inches I haven't taken. Phial snorts, his smile stronger now.

"No rush, Avery, we'll get them in your throat another time," he says it so easily, and my core clenches again.

I need friction, something to grind against. Either the need is clear on my face, or Phial's better at reading me than he thinks because his tail is lifting from the furs, pressing against the wetness of my underwear. I groan with his cock in my mouth, the vibrations having him close his eyes in pleasure. I grind myself against his tail, and he moans long and low.

"That's right, get yourself nice and eager on my tail." Phial flexes his fingers in my hair, and I work harder on his cock, wanting to feel him come in my mouth while I rub myself againsthim. "Work those hips, Avery. Grind yourself on me." His words are breathy, desperate. "Good, good, so fucking good."

He shudders as his cock twitches in my mouth. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he asks, tugging my head until I'm popping off his lower cock. I nod, my eyes wild and eager. He moans again and lets me continue pleasuring him.

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