Page 4 of Braax's Bride
Braax took one of her hands and placed it against his chest. His skin was warm, with the pebble smooth texture of a snake.
Sofia ran her hand across his pecs and down his stomach, strong abs tensing as she brushed her fingers over them. She parted her lips, and he made his way in, probing her mouth and teeth as he pulled her flush to his body. He moaned into her as his tongue swept across hers, and she couldn’t help but let out a whimper of her own.
Everything was moving so fast, her heart racing with more than one emotion.
He retracted his tongue, bringing his snout in close to sniff her.
“You are… frightened?”
He still held her loosely, though she sensed the tension in his muscles, pupils dilated with lust.
He could smell her fear?
“Y-yes,” she said. “A bit.”
“Do you wish to stop, little human?”
She took a big gulp of air, trying to focus her dizzying thoughts.
“No, I don’t want to stop. But maybe we can slow it down.”
Sex was a part of the deal and would happen eventually. She wasn’t uninterested, just desperately needed a moment to come to terms with the fact that she was about to fuck an alien.
Braax took her hand and pulled her towards the bed.
“Do not worry, my bride. I have bedded many humans and know exactly how much your fragile body can handle.”
What wasthatsupposed to mean?
The bed creaked as he sat down, pulling Sofia into his lap before she could protest. He cradled her, one arm gripping her waist and the other around her back.
Her breath caught as she tried to explain.
“I’ve, uh, never had sex with someone of another species.”
He chuckled, his laughter a deep rumble.
“Bold of you to sign up for an inter-species mating agency.”
He wasn’t wrong. Certainly, many who went through this process had more familiarity with extraterrestrial relationships. Braax nuzzled the crook of her neck with his snout, and she couldn’t resist a giggle.
“We can go as slow as you would like, my bride. And if you ever wish for me to stop what I am doing to you, you just say the word.” He glanced around the room, shifting his hand to her thigh, causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. He paused on a single pink flower in a vase on the dresser, then looked back at Sofia. “Flower. If you say flower at any point, I will stop.”
Her mind raced, trying to match her body’s reactions to her brain’s wants. His sweet words took the bite of fear out of her, knowing he would respect her wishes. But whatwereher wishes?
He waited, though his chest heaved with the lust she knew burned through him. She slid off his lap, standing and resting her hands on his shoulders as he shifted both of his to grip her waist.
“Let me kiss you,” she said, and he nodded at her. “No tongue.”
Braax let out another growl of a laugh, but nodded again.
“Yes, little human.”
Sofia took a deep breath, then closed her eyes, pressing her pursed lips against the end of his snout. She breathed in his scent, sweet and smoky, circling her arms around his neck.
The kiss was quitepleasant, actually, as was his firm grasp at her waist. Maybe she could get used to this, used to his clawed hands and sharp teeth, his long yellow tongue and draconic face.
With a flick of her own tongue against his lips, he whimpered into her mouth, the grip on her waist tightening. Her eyes opened as he pulled away, fanged mouth curled into a smile once more.