Page 23 of Braax's Bride

Sofia’s heart swelled as her husband led her to a private alcove, a small section of cliff blocked from the main trail. Itoverlooked the city below, tall, sinuous buildings jutting into the orange sky. He pointed out ones he’d designed as he set up a picnic, and they enjoyed cheese and meats while listening to birdsong.

After they’d cleaned up their lunch, Braax had given her that look, that special gleam in his eyes that he always had when he was aroused. Sofia bit her lip into a smile, eyes hooded as she gazed up at him from her spot on her back.

“Do you want something, husband?” she asked, a purr in her voice.

At once, he surrounded her, caging her in with his limbs as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

“I want you, wife, always.”

“Right now? In public?”

Her heart beat like a drum, the pulsing meeting the one in her core.

Braax nuzzled his snout into the crook of her neck, whispering in her ear.

“No one will bother us.”

Lowering himself slowly, he pressed his weight onto her, rutting against her clothed body so she could feel his erection. The bite of arousal shivered through Sofia as she ran her hands across his scaled chest.

With a smirk, she pushed him, and he let himself fall onto his back with a laugh. She crawled down to his crotch with a devious smile, gripping the base of his cock firmly where it emerged from its sheath. Though she’d played with him many times already, she still wasn’t over the unique appendage.

“My sweet wife, such a good girl for me,” Braax growled, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch as she licked him from base to tip.

She slowly lapped at him, pressing her flat tongue against every inch of his length as he moaned her name. When he wasgood and wet, she took the tip into her mouth, pressing down as far as she could until the gagging in her throat was too much.

Barely halfway, but it was the best she could do with her gag reflex and without the ability to unhinge her jaw.

Braax couldn’t take his eyes off of her, whimpering as Sofia bobbed up and down on his enormous cock, using her hands where her mouth was lacking. His tail snaked out from under him, wrapping around her middle as he ran a clawed hand through her hair.

“Enough, sweet Sofia, I am ready for you.”

When he made to get up, she released his cock with a pop, pushing him back onto the blanket. The heat between her thighs was too much, something his tongue couldn’t quell on its own, and if she let him go down on her, he’d be there forever, making her climax until she was completely spent.

“I’m ready for you too,” she breathed as she hurried to undress.

The cool breeze tickled her bare skin as she exposed herself, goosebumps prickling her body. She stepped up to him, trying to figure out how she was going to lower herself onto his massive cock. Despite their copious amounts of sex, it still took time to get accustomed to his size.

“Come to me, beautiful human,” Braax murmured, his voice husky as he extended his arms.

She leaned forward, and he grabbed her, hovering her over his waist as he notched the head of his cock against her entrance.

The brush of his firm tip was not enough, and she squirmed in his grasp, desperate for more. He groaned as he pressed her slowly onto him, giving her shallow thrusts as he let her get used to his size.

“Naughty wife, always wanting too much, too fast. What am I going to do with you?”

Sofia’s writhing was useless, and she leaned forward, gripping his dark purple horns. Without warning, he grunted, slamming her down against his entire length as she cried out from the sudden fullness. Her head swam, the pain shooting through her core as her muscles desperately tried to adjust.

“Sofia, are you alright?” Braax asked as he lifted her up, his hands shaky as they gripped her ass.

Though the bite of pain had hurt, the agony of emptiness was far worse.

“I’m fine, dear. Don’t you dare stop,” she breathed as she struggled to lower herself onto him.

Green eyes glimmered, the seconds stretching on until he finally pressed her down again. The feeling of fullness was perfect, exactly what she needed as she bounced in rhythm with his thrusts.

Sofia’s hands still gripped his horns, and she slid her fingers up and down them, just like she would his cock. He bucked into her, growling as he clutched her ass, leaving pricks of blood from his claws. Though arousal coursed through her, a devious smile curled her lips as she looked down at him.

“So, the horns are…” she trailed off, eyes narrowed knowingly.