Page 58 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
My pussy grips his cock, caressing every contour, bump, and crevasse with the ferocity of my climax. I’ve been lifted past the clouds, out into space where I’m covered in warmth and the gentle prickle ofhis bewitching touch. I never want to leave this feeling, the brutal amorous force of a high that has my knees quaking.
As far as I’ve climbed, I’ve just as long to fall. Muscles convulse sporadically as I milk Lowell, his shaft pulsating and his moans growing louder and whinier each time I squeeze.
Riding the waves of release, Lowell continues to thrust into me, working my orgasm to completion with repeated, calculated presses into my most sensitive spots. I’m nearly gelatinous by the time I fall back to earth.
Nothing seems to matter anymore as I lie in orgasmic bliss. Not the sandstorm, not the threat of death, not Lowell’s injuries, not even my eco-terrorist actions. Nothing matters. All my problems melt away as my mind is licked with ecstasy.
I go limp in Lowell’s arms, but he holds me upright to keep us attached to continue to pump into me for his own pleasure. This time, his thrusts are long and slow, savoring, in a way. His vocalizations grow deep and shaky.
I watch him with reverence as he presses his eyes closed, his neck muscles working to close his gaping jaw that is ready to bite me again. While completely in control, he delicately unravels at the seams, an undoing so intense yet slight I’d miss it if not for the cracks in his voice.
“I’m going to—” Before he can finish his sentence, I’m suddenly filled with hot liquid. Cum coats every inch of my insides with its stickiness, the length of his cock pulsating as his whole body tremors. Lashes flutter, his chin tipped to the sky while his tail wags against the floor.
Never before did I think Lowell was as handsome as he is now. No attitude or bravado, just the dreamy, pathetic look of a man wholly immersed in pleasure.
His cock spasms, urged to continue its climax by the aftershocks of my orgasm. The haunting roar rattles through the tent and makes meblush as if I somehow hadn’t been already.
With one last burst of warmth, his load spills from my entrance, my pussy much too small to accept all of it. Riding out his climax, a few gentle thrusts send cum roping out of where we are connected, landing on my stomach with aslap.
I listen to Lowell’s guttural heaves as he shudders his last burst of release, his gasps for air overshadowing my heavy panting.
His entire body gives, shoulders releasing all tension. He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes glossed over and completely blissed out.
I lay a kiss on his chin, his mouth still agape and dripping with the remnants of blood and saliva.
He’s cute when he’s helpless.
Setting me softly to the ground, Lowell keeps his cock buried despite the mess, leaning on his good side to lie next to me. By how carefully he moves me, he intends to remain connected.
I caress his jawline as he collects himself, petting the smaller scales that are soft and pliable rather than rough and unmovable.
In such a short time, I’ve become incredibly fond of the textures of his face.
My opposite hand feels around the area of my shoulder where Lowell’s teeth marks remain, trace amounts of blood continuing to collect. I touch the wound, feeling the wet heat on my fingertips.
The raised skin excites me all over again.
The sudden feeling of a warm appendage jolts me, Lowell’s tongues darting out to lap up the crimson. To my delight, his mouth slides back to its usual cheeky smirk. He’s calmed down a bit, his features softened and relaxed. The lines on his face are smooth.
“Hopefully it’ll scar,” He says, swiping away any blood left. “So you’ll never be rid of me.”
I snort a laugh, unintentionally squeezing around him.
He flinches, a gasp caught in histhroat.
“Then I get a shot at you too. Soyouhave something to remembermeby,” I say, observing his tongues slinking back into his maw.
Lowell shakes his head. In his eyes hangs an adoring look I’ve never seen from him, and it nearly melts me into the floor.
“No need… I won’t forget you anytime soon,” he says, brows lifting with innuendo. “I’ll be replaying your screams in my head every time I jerk off.”
“Don’t be so crude.” I blush, suppressing a giggle. “But I do hope that whenever you think of me in the future, your blood pressure rises in more ways than one.”
Dismissing my jab, he subtly rolls his eyes. “You are always sayingI’mcrude, yet you begged me to fuck you harder. Your mouth never matches your words — but that’s hardly a surprise.”
“You should be nice to me. I saved your life!” I say with an ill-tempered expression.
Lowell chuckles, hushing me with a kiss.
