Page 5 of Braax's Bride
“You tease me,” he said.
Not angry, but with a gleam of mischief.
She bit her lip as he pulled her close, nuzzling his snout against her cheek.
“Would you like more, my bride? I want to taste you.”
Somehow, she knew he didn’t mean another kiss. No, Braax wanted to taste something else, probably scented the arousal that wet her underwear. The thought of his rubbery tongue on her,inher, sent a shock of electricity straight up her spine like a bolt of lightning.
It was as if he could sense her hesitation dissolving quickly, and she appreciated giving control back to him. She had her word—flower—ifshe needed it.
“Will you let me taste you?” he asked again, his voice husky with desire.
Sofia had to resist squirming, the question flaring the heat between her legs to uncomfortable levels. The fear was gone, replaced only with the pulse of lust that beat through her. Shewriggled out of his embrace, and he grumbled before he realized what she was doing.
No going back now.
She grasped the bottom of her shirt, pausing for just a moment to see his eyes flare, before she slipped it off over her head.
“Do Hileth ever wear clothes?” she asked as she unzipped her pants, shimmying them off slowly.
Braax took a gulp of air before answering, his eyes roving all over her almost bare body.
“Some religious leaders wear robes, but otherwise, we do not wear clothing.”
He must have caught her not-so-subtle glance at his sexless crotch, because he growled a laugh.
“Do not worry, little human, I have a big cock for you. You just have to be patient.”
Another unsubtle whimper escaped her lips as she stood there shivering from the chill in the room mixed with her arousal. He held his arms out, and she rushed back to him, so quick to forget her reticence from before. His claws ran up and down her back, tingling every nerve in her body.
“On the bed.”
An order whispered in her ear that she was ready to obey.
Sofia crawled onto the mattress, almost certain her heart was about to beat straight out of her chest as she settled on her back. Her eyes never left Braax as he moved to her lower half, crouching on all fours in front of her.
“My beautiful human bride.”
His voice was almost a purr as it rumbled through the room.
Delicate claws grasped her underwear, dragging them down her thighs and tossing them aside.
He heaved in a deep breath and she felt her entire body flush with heat at the proximity of his draconic face to her drippingcunt. Gripping the soft sheets at her sides was her only recourse as he dragged his yellow tongue across her entrance, her moan punctuating the hushed silence of the room.
His fanged mouth curled into a grin as he ran his tongue back and forth over her, just the right amount of pressure to make her dizzy with lust. When she tried to buck her hips, desperate for more, he used one strong arm to hold her in place.
“You said you wanted to go slow, sweet Sofia, so we will go slow. You are so wet for me already, but I need you to be patient.”
Patient? How could she be patient while he teased between her thighs?
Sofia writhed as Braax took a few more playful drags before plunging his tongue inside her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and the way he curled it ever so perfectly, thrusting into her over and over again. Fangs pricked her skin as he opened his maw wide, sliding even closer as his tongue actually fucked her. She was already so close to the edge, realized she had been since she first laid eyes on him at the depot.
His glimmering green gaze never broke contact, his tongue working in and out until her core tensed, her muscles clenching against the profusion. Her climax washed over her and his tail flicked around to caress her breast. She grabbed it with a moan, needing something to hold on to as she rocked herself against his face.
Even as she began to come down from her high, he didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to alternate between pulsing on her clit and penetrating her deeply.
“Braax,” Sofia whined, attempting to push his face away, but he wouldn’t budge.