Page 34 of Love Fire

“What?” I growl.

“Your…eyes turned all black.”

I look at myself in the glass. My scales are popping out too. Nothing too bad. I’m not going to shift while ramming myself into her. I hope.

I breathe heavily. “Erin, I just…really want you now. No, I want you all the time. There’s a dark urge in me every time you’re near that I just want to—”

I stop myself for a moment. “I just want to engrave myself in you.”

I kiss her again without waiting for a response. I’m throbbing down there. I pull her hair back and bite her neck, leaving a mark.

She moans when I pull back tighter to take a tit in my mouth. She runs her hands in my hair. I’m in ecstasy.

I’m getting trapped in her bewitching embrace. I want more of it until I’m suffocating with pleasure. Even then, I will still want more. Until it becomes the death of me.

30

ERIN

Brent’s touch has never felt so soft against my skin. As his lips wrap around my nipple, his fingers explore my body. One hand gently holds the small of my back, keeping me in place. The other has a calm hold on my other breast.

In my time with Brent, he has usually been so rough and I’ve loved it. But now, his gentleness has caught me off guard. This is a side of him I’ve never seen before, and I think I might even love it more.

This is all combated by Brent seemingly struggling to stay in human form. His eyes have turned black and scales are beginning to poke out across his body. It makes me want him even more. Knowing how gently he is loving me while fighting back his instincts has turned me on more than anything else. I’m at his mercy.

Brent’s tongue slowly circles my nipple as it hardens in his mouth. Waves of pleasure spread across my body. Brent doesn’t slow down. He starts alternating between licking and sucking on my nipple.

“Oh my god,” I moan. Without warning, centered on my nipple, an explosion of pleasure erupts across my body. I think I just came? I’ve never climaxed from just nipple play before. Brent knows exactly what he’s doing down there.

In my pants, I am growing wetter and wetter with every flick of his tongue. I wish he’d just fuck me now. But, at the same time, I’m enjoying this side of Brent, who takes his time.

I run my hands through his hair and make sure to hold his head against my nipple. I don’t want him to stop. I let out a moan to make sure Brent knows to keep doing what he’s doing. He not only understands my request but ups the ante.

With one hand still on my back, holding me still, Brent takes his other hand off my breast. I quickly replace his hand with my own and pinch and twist my own nipple. While I do, his free hand slips underneath my pants and underwear.

Brent’s mouth let’s go of my nipple long enough to whisper, “Fuck, you are so wet.” He quickly finds my clit and begins massaging it. I slowly take my pants and underwear off to give him better access.

I lean into Brent’s hand on my back as hard as I can. His muscular arm holds me in place. The trifecta of his tongue on my nipple, fingers on my clit, and the security of his giant hand on my back brings out my second orgasm, in what feels like as many minutes. My whole-body quakes from the pleasure. We may have been at it for thirty minutes or thirty seconds, I have no idea but I know I want more.

“My turn,” I say as I catch my breath. Brent pauses and allows me to slide off the bar. It seems unfair that I’m completely naked but Brent is dressed. I start undoing his belt and Brent gets the idea and rips his shirt off. Even more scales are poking through the skin on his chest.

The scales appear and disappear as he tries to control the urge. It looks like his body is almost shimmering. Brent notices me looking at the scales and he pulls me close. “Don’t worry,” he says. "I won’t hurt you.”

I grin as I rip away his belt and let his pants slide to the floor. I take a moment to admire the bulge in his boxers. Brent is ready for me, and I’m ready for him. Brent takes his boxers off and steps towards me.

“No,” I whisper. "I want to be in charge now. Get on the bar.” Brent smirks and hops up on the bar. He lays down on his back and his erection sticks straight up in the air, like it’s a beacon calling me over.

I follow Brent up onto the bar and position myself between his legs. I take his shaft in my hand and lower my mouth down to it. I wrap my mouth around him and almost instantly, I can feel his legs next to me twitch with pleasure.

I run my tongue along the underside of his cock as I move my mouth up and down the shaft. I take my free hand and cup his balls gently, I remember how much he liked that last time. “Fuck,” he moans. I’d say he likes it this time too.

To be completely honest, I can’t wait any longer to have him inside me. I stop giving him head and lower myself on top of him. I let out a small gasp as Brent’s cock enters me and he smirks at the sound.

I place my hands on his chest and begin to ride him. Brent’s scales appear and disappear around my hands with intensity as I ride him faster. Just like Brent knew what he was doing with my nipples, I know what I’m doing when I’m on top.

I bounce up and down on the shaft rapidly, letting my tits bounce out of control. A huge smile spreads on Brent’s face as his black eyes lock on my tits. I know just what he wants, I grab his hands and lead them to my chest. He holds on like his life depends on it.

“Erin, I’m about-,” Brent starts to say, but, in more ways than one, I don’t let him finish. I stop bouncing and start gyrating. Rubbing myself against his cock. “Oh fuck,” he moans.

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