Page 106 of Invasive Species
I hold his shoulders and playfully twist, tipping him to the moss, and he lets himself be guided down, tumbling to his back with an “Oof.” I throw my legs over him and straddle his hips, staring at his thick, monstrous knotting cock.
“You're pliant, wet and prepared,” Gara reminds me gently.
I nod, still a little intimidated. How will that get insideme? “One bit at a time,” I say, guiding myself over the knotting cock’s wide, flared tip.
Gara holds my hips steady, taking my weight to help me ease down, and we both slowly lower me on his knotting cock. The stretching, straining feeling I was looking for hits at last, empowering as I take him one inch at a time at my own pace.
A rumble moves through Gara’s chest, and I grin at him through my sweat-streaked fringe. “I knew you purred.”
“For you, I do,” he replies, heartfelt. His eyes roll back as I grasp his top cock, and I ride him up and down, taking more and more with every rock of my hips and tugging on him in the front.
“Arra-bellah!” he cries out, his free cock engorging in my hand, his fingers digging into my hips. “I…” His scales flash, strobing bright royal blue, hot pink, silver and gold, metallic yellow and an orange as hot as the center of the sun.
“I love you,” I say, and I mean it, coaxing him to his release.
Green surges up his arms and legs, flooding across his tense abs like a breaking storm wall, so bright it shines like an emerald in the sun. It races to the base of his cocks, and he bucks once, burying himself deeper.
The knot surges inside me, pushing at my walls, filling me more than I ever thought possible. A slight burn builds inside me as he rocks upward, abs flexing again.
“Are you comfortable?” he grunts. Always thinking of me before himself.
“I… I…” All I can do is grasp onto his arms, holding onto him as if we might be washed away. “Yes.”
The pressure increases, pushing outward as the knot grows, and our hips lock together. Every time Gara rocks, I come with. We’re finally joined, inseparable, one.
I can barely breathe I’m so full, and Gara watches me, holding me through it.
“I need to add another item to the list,” Gara whispers.
“What?” I pant.
He smooths the wet hair back from my naked shoulders, caressing the sides of my breasts, thumbs strumming over my nipples. “Painting you like this.”
“Fuck yes.”
I cling onto his cock as he explodes in my hand and inside me, hot cum splattering my fingers and splashing over his chest and stomach. Inside, my walls cool and tingle. I’m finally deliciously full and getting fuller, my hips and thighs aching in the best possible way, like after a hard swim.
He flops back, spent. I drag a finger through his jizz, bumping along each scale which flickers between hard and soft in post-orgasm confusion, and lick my hand clean.
“Mm. Salty sweet, like popcorn.” I settle along his chest, pressing our amazing mess between us, so filthy dirty. “We still need to do a movie night.”
I rise and fall with his pants as he fights to catch his breath. “Yes, once you're better. How are you feeling?”
“Whole again,” I admit quietly. Raising my gaze from the safety of his chest, I ask, “Now the list is ticked off, do we have time to talk?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures me.
Burying my head against his chest, I want him to wrap his arms around me and shut out the world. But we can't do that; Gara's not safe here, and we—I—was hella loud.
“Why the rush to knot me? Is it the bond making me sick after all? Or is it that I'm dependent on it, or something?”
Gara smiles down at me, stroking my still wet hair back from my face. “No, it's not.” He nods to our hips where we're perfectly joined, fitted together like puzzle pieces. “Although Ezla and I were on the right track, we didn't go far enough. Because you and I didn't go far enough last time.”
He sits up a little, shuffling underneath me, and I have nochoice but to go with him. His knot has inflated, fully locking us together.
I cock my head. “It can't be the cum in your knotting cock infecting me, you'd never have done this if it were.”
His eyes turn sad. “No, I wouldn't if it would hurt you further, but… it won't. I won't. We worked it out when Ezla smelled me after our last encounter.”
