Stranded on The Southern Continent

Windthrow pecked me once more on the lips before climbing off me and positioning himself between my legs.

I glanced down–dizzy with anticipation.

He spread my legs apart, like he wanted to remember the moment. After his amazing teasing I was soaking wet. The room was heavy with our mixed scents.

Glancing down, I enjoyed another look at Windthrow’s cock. The view was framed between my open thighs. It’s big. So much bigger than mine was in my previous life. But in my defense–why would a woman need a big cock anyway?

A bead of precum dripped from its gorgeous ebony colored head. Not sure if it was because of my lizard senses or what…but I could pinpoint its smell. Heavy, deep, musky, earthy. It throbbed slowly. The shaft was thick, it looked as if I wouldn’t even be able to wrap my hands around it. A patch of platinum blond hair–very well groomed–was at the base of the shaft. Then two fairly large balls completed my mate’s package.

This–beautiful, gorgeous, perfect–cock was going to be inside me. Oh gods, how was it gonna fit?!

Windthrow must have read the fear in my eyes.

“Don’t worry yourself.” He patted my belly. “It might hurt, but only for a moment.”

His hand dragged down my belly, to the softer, smaller scales just above my sex. Lower and lower. These scales were little more than a pinky fingernail in size.

Windthrow’s finger teased my wet slit. My breath caught. He reached up with his free hand to gently tweak my hard nipples. Two fingers slipped into my oversensitive pussy.

A way-too-loud moan escaped my mouth, and I bucked my hips. Windthrow had to hold my legs in place. I didn’t have a moment to catch my breath before he moved onto my clit, massaging it quickly.

Bucking again. Snarling. Moaning. My mind fell into a fuzzy haze. The edge was approaching. Orgasm. I pushed my hips against his hand and…! Emptiness. He’d pulled back.

Almost indignant, I looked at Windthrow. I watched as he took his cock in his hand and pushed the head against my entrance.

He felt so huge. But this was just the tip! We waited for a while as I caught my breath, until the ache began to fade into something softer. Then he pushed slightly deeper. My chest heaved as I exhaled sharply. Again, he gave me time to get used to his size.

He pulsed inside me, I could feel him! We’re connected! Already a sense of euphoric fullness filled me. But this was just the start.

Windthrow was breathing heavier now too. He was feeling good, from me. I repeated the giddy realization like a mantra. Windthrow was feeling good, from me. Vylet!

Deeper. He pushed deeper.

“Ahhh!” I gripped with my claws, tearing into the straw bed. A flurry of pain crackled up from my belly.

Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. I whimpered.

Tears welled up in my eyes. This. Fucking. Hurt!

He doesn't go any further. We waited.

The aura of pain faded. Receding into nothing. I listened as the wind whipped against our cabin.

“Can I start moving?” Windthrow asked.

“Ye- yeah,” I responded.

His abs flexed, and he pulled his hips back. Then he slowly brought them forward. My eyes widened and teared up again, but underneath the pain there was pleasure as well.

He pulled back again, and pushed his throbbing cock into me. Windthrow let out a soft groan. Another wave of pleasure, from somewhere deep within myself. He slammed into me again, harder this time, his balls slapped against me. No pain at all now, just ecstasy.

We started to build up a mutual rhythm. He pulled in and out, as I moved my hips to follow his strokes. The bed creaked beneath us.

A warmth spread across my body. Windthrow put both his hands beneath my ass, gripping me. He pulled me into each thrust.

I watched, with a sort of blissful satisfaction, as he closed his eyes. Lost in his own cloud of pleasure. His moans were so cute, but so masculine at the same time. A sheen of glimmering sweat covered his body. He plunged deeper inside me–the rhythmic slapping of his balls against my pelvis was such a wonderful noise. We moved in sync as I yielded to him completely.

“Ohh Win–, ohh Windthrow, You’re amaazing,” I moaned, between animalistic snarls.

My tits bounced faster and faster. One of my horns occasionally scraped the headboard. Both my talons dug into the mattress, spilling even more straw everywhere.

He leaned his full body weight on me, bringing his face next to mine, preventing my scrambling from destroying the bed any further.

We kissed deeply, as he pistoned his hips. His cock banged into my pussy over and over. I was approaching the edge again. Instinctively, I gripped his back. He recoiled, just for a moment. I pulled my claws away–luckily I only inflicted a small scratch. Oops. Windthrow repaid the favor by making love with even more intensity.

His cock was throbbing deep within me. He was close, and so was I! Without slowing down, he grabbed one of my horns, and leaned over me. We’re both panting in the throws of our nearing orgasms.

All at once his cock pulsed and in one huge thrust he pushed deeper than I’d ever felt. Pleasure coursed through my body like electricity. Warmth flooded me. Windthrow moaned. His cum spilled into me, filling me up. Gods! I should be concerned, but I’m not.

Apparently Windthrow was concerned though! He pulled out. I watched in awe as his majestic dark cock sprayed brilliant white cum onto my violet scales. Up onto my breasts, and even reaching as far as my cheek! I was covered in Windthrow’s scent. He marked me as his woman–his mate.

Finally, we collapsed together, both completely out of breath. The bed was in shambles–my fault. I’m sticky. He’s sweaty. The place reeked of our sex. Windthrow’s seed was dripping out of me.

We should have gotten cleaned up, but instead, I nestled into the crook of his arm. With no more lingering doubts, we both fell asleep quickly.