Page 20 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
I ride his tongues until my face is close to melting, bearing down on his dexterous, slick muscle tight enough to make it snap. I’m so close to the peak of release Lowell’s mouth is guiding me towards, urging me to finally let go.
My eyes close, readying myself to fall apart.
“Lowell, please. Please,” I rasp, the words falling out of my mouth so needy that I almost don’t recognize myself. “Lowell,” I whisper, again.
Lowell shudders beneath me when I say his name, fingers rolling over my thighs.
I grip the edges of the table, my legs kicking indiscriminately as Lowell swallows me whole, sucking and kissing my throbbing core. I let out a strangled mewl, his claws gripping my thighs hard and puncturing my skin. I gasp, then squeeze and yank on Lowell’s horns as I’m on the brink of release.
With one lick to my clit perfectly timed with a stroke of my G-spot, I’m tossed over the edge. Stars explode behind my eyes, my ears ringing until I can no longer hear my own cries. I’m lost in him, his scent, the feel of his scales against my fingers. The way he’s excitedly lapping me up like I’m the most decadent sweet he’s ever tasted.
Shivers run up and down my legs to my neck, my release not wanting to calm down anytime soon and begging for more. My chest convulses, hips bucking while my toes and fingers curl and my pussy pulsates under his tongue in waves. A tear slides down my face when I bite down on the inside of my cheek, the resulting grunt coming out as a strained growl.
I choke in breaths as Lowell removes his tongues, leaving my body to spasm with the aftershocks of orgasm while mourning the emptiness of his departure.
With erratic breaths, I’m brought down from the clouds. Feeling lighter upon my descent, I float back to reality while cocooned in the warmth of Lowell’s deep breaths.
Lowell was right.
A lofty smile paints my lips.
Thisisthe best orgasm I’ve ever had.
My gaze drifts to find him standing, handing me my pants without a word. His expression is dull and serious despite the massive bulge in his pants. Although I stare, he doesn’t say a word.
My mind is riddled with incoherent thoughts, my limbs limp and hardly functioning. Nevertheless, I slide off the table and take the pants from him, clumsily putting them on until they’re somewhat how they were before they were ripped off. I take my time buttoning them since I know what comes next.
I don’t have the energy to feel afraid or to worry. Everything between my bones and flesh turned to jelly. If anything, I feel content. At peace.
The moment the top button of my pants snaps closed, Lowell pins me to the ground, returning to the feasting position he was in prior. The only difference now is that there is a straining erection spearing my stomach. I try to lift my hips into him, but his weight is too much for me to budge.
I stare at the back of his throat, at the tongues that were just inside of me. The mouth that was once giving me earth-shattering pleasure.
I wish he fucked me.
“I have to eat you, now, May,” Lowell says, his mouth agape. “Understand?”
“I know,” I reply, my tone bland.
He lowers his jaw, saliva dripping from his teeth to fall against my skin. The warmth is pleasant against the cold hardness of the cobblestones at my back, and I wish that I were coated in his saliva through sloppy kisses. I can’t stop imagining Lowell eating me withcare, sliding down his thick, muscled throat while he revels in my taste…
I’m thinking the most stupid thoughts possible.
My mind is melted.
And in that melted stupidity, I say aloud the one idiotic idea I had kept to myself for my entire imprisonment. Maybe in a desperate bid for survival — I’m unsure of the reasoning, or anything right now — but the words leave my lips nevertheless.
“We should blow up the Orageist Pass,” I mumble aloud into Lowell’s open mouth, the back of his throat inches from my nose.
He tilts his head to see me better, his fleshy eyebrows raised. “Hmm?”
Lowell’s pause makes my heart beat faster, adrenaline pumping into my checked-out system. I’m snapped back into reality all-too-quickly, a headache splitting my skull in two.
Blood is rushing to my face. Fear has returned. The thread that held together my sense of self-preservation has finally unraveled.
I can’t let him end me here.
A copper taste in my mouth rests on my tongue as I ramble out my words so fast they slur together. “If we can expand the Orageist Giant’s domain into the original Sandpits’ habitat, it would be classified as a Hostile Habitat and would be off-limits as per section 3.4.11 of the Surveyor’s code.” I suck in a breath so quickly it sounds comical. “Many manymanyyears ago, Sandpits and the Orageist Giant used to live symbiotically before the Orageist Pass was constructed in Rime Mountain by human intervention.”
