Page 18 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
My heart nearly beats a hole through my chest, my breathing stuttered. I’ve never been given oral before, let alone from a Lizardfolk. The charged, electric feeling of excitement and intrigue that blossoms at my core sets my face on fire. I’m almost ashamed of how erotic I find this.Almost.
No longer wishing to deny myself what Lowell is willing to give me, I relax my hips, sinking into his touch. “Just get it over with,” I mutter, flustered.
Lowell bumps his snout to the inside of my thigh, his panting breath coating me in its wet heat. “It’s pathetic that you’re acting like you don’t want me to lick you. If you’d rather be sliding down my throat, tell me to stop.”
I look at him skeptically. “Nowyou care about how I feel?”
“I said I wasn’t a monster,” He concedes. “So tell me ‘no’, sweetheart.”
My heart flutters at his use of the term of endearment. The words he once threw around carelessly now feel like they have a new meaning. I can’t stop my thoughts from imagining him between my legs, enjoying me with his tongues until release. What it would feel like. What he coulddowith them.
Even without a mirror, I know my skin has turned a deep shade of red, consuming me entirely. The only noise from my lips is a small hum, my lips pressed firmly together.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he snorts playfully. Sliding his smoldering gaze between my legs, his jaw unhinges at the sight. He stares unabashedly, unmoving and focused, waiting for my cue.
Teeming with anticipation, my tongue plants itself on the roof of my mouth to hold in my reply. I wet my lips, even though Lowell can’t see it.
I want to say no. Every fiber of my being isscreamingat me to say no. To keep fighting back until my life is forfeit, to give him nothing but scars to remember me by. But I don’t. Because the reality of the situation is crystal-clear beyond any shadow of a doubt: I want him. Badly.
I pinch my eyes shut for only a moment, seeing stars behind my lids. With this, I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. “You… can continue,” I squeak, tucking my chin into my shoulder.
The second I finish speaking, Lowell dives in without hesitation. I gasp in surprise, my legs tensing and feet kicking out in response. Undisturbed, his massive hands rest my ankles atop his shoulders, pinching his face between my thighs.
Dual tongues slip through my folds with coordinated ease, pressing and stroking as they swirl and tease at my entrance. The long, slick muscles are firm and subtly textured, but surprisingly soft and pliable.
Lowell rumbles a low hum as his tongues explore, tracing from the bottom to the top of my pussy in one long, languid lick. I sigh a moan, lolling my head back between my shoulder blades. When he gives me another solid swipe of his tongues, I bite my tongue in a bid to be quiet, unwilling to allow him to hear the pleasure he’s giving me. But only when he plants his lips to my opening, kissing the sopping wet mess greedily, do I thrust my hips forward into his maw, a guttural groanripping through the silence.
I purse my lips in a frown when I hear Lowell chuckle in amusement, but my sour expression doesn’t last long. Closing his eyes with brows pinched in deep concentration, his mouth molds to me as if he’s enjoying a ripe piece of fruit, losing himself in the moment. He pants and gasps needy breaths against my skin, digging his face in so deeply that he’s forced to yank me closer to keep me still.
He’s really enjoying himself,I muse, the corners of my lips twitching. The knowledge that this is not one-sided makes me feel oddly giddy.
With the deepened contact, Lowell’s mouth now occupies every inch of my lower body. His movements are slight and tantalizing, sloppy, but with purpose. If his noises weren’t enough of an indication that he’s enjoying himself, the way his tail sways behind him in contentment with grunts vibrating the inside of my thighs certainly is.
Slowly, his lips ascend to my clit for a gentle kiss. The slight pressure against the sensitive nub curls my toes, my back arching. My head feels like it’s going to explode. LikeI’mgoing to explode and combust into a thousand pieces.
“Lowell,” I gasp. “It’s too much… I—”
I cry out in pleasure as Lowell sucks hard on my clit, my legs flailing. I drop to my elbows on the table with weakened muscles, thethudloud enough to make him open an eye to observe me.
I’ve only ever seen his eyes as a deep, glowing, amber that’s sometimes obscured, but now, they are nearly entirely black. His pupils dominate any whisper of the irises that were once there, his translucent third eyelid keeping him from blinking and breaking his gaze.
The intensity of his stare has a blush creeping down my neck to my chest. It’s all I can do to rip my eyes away, feeling like vulnerable prey under his oppressive leer. As if to bring my attention back to him, one of the tongues slips away from stroking to dip inside of me, coaxingmy walls as it pushes farther.
I bite down on my lip to stop another moan, but it breaks free when Lowell gives me another hard suck. He gently bites down on the nub before wrapping it in the softness of his lips once again.
After a moment, Lowell reluctantly releases the bundle of nerves with a loudpop, laughing as he pulls away. “You’re sitting so good for me,” he coos, his voice muffled by his busy tongues that drape outside his mouth. “But I find your disobedience much more erotic.”
The tongue that licks at my folds now glides to the top, replacing where his mouth once was. The muscle vibrates against me with careful pressure, kneading and flicking intermittently. My vision doubles when he increases the pace, my lips parting into an “O.”
When the motion suddenly stops, I whine my displeasure. Sitting up in a huff, I catch Lowell’s darkened expression.
I know exactly what he wants from me.
Placing a heel on his shoulder, I shove the immovable mass of muscle with a lazy kick.
He barely budges.
I draw in my leg, using the extra force to slam the bottom of my foot directly into Lowell’s sternum.
