In high school, I had become shallow and cold. I did anything to be popular instead of the weird orphan kid with the scars. I was still that person, even though I’d grown up.
Tail sleeps semi curled around me with his head on his forearms. Resting he seems peaceful and pretty like some kind of wildcat, and I want to pet him. I lift my hand to stroke his head.
His tail whips out and grabs my wrist. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Your fur looks so soft.” All I want is some kind of gentleness. “Don’t you want to be touched with kindness?”
Only one set of amber eyes is open. They are more animal than human. He releases my hand. “I already agreed to help you. You don’t have to be nice to me anymore.”
“I want to be nice. Being nice matters more than ever here.” This time he doesn’t stop me as I run my hand over his side. His fur is warm and golden. The red strips are dark and bold and jarring, now I know what they represent. Did he carry the physical scars like I do? Or are the stripes created from memories he’s forgotten?
I’m tempted to ask, but if I speak, I’m sure I will break the moment. My fingers drift to where scales and fur meet. It isn’t a hard line, but a soft mingling as scales disappear into fur, or is it fur thinning out and giving way to scales?
All of his eyes are closed now, as if he is sleeping, though he’s not. When he’s awake, he carries a certain tension that I can almost feel thrum through me.
He sighs, and it almost becomes a purr. “You’d best stop touching me unless you want to start your day with my dicks inside you.”
I hesitate. That is the agreement, so I’m not sure I can say no. I’m sure that I want to say no. My core clenches as though it hasn’t quite recovered from yesterday. “Maybe not both at the same time.”
He opens his eyes and grins, revealing a mouthful of sharp pointed teeth. “Just one. I’ll save the other load for later.”
His fingers slide up my leg and under the robe to brush against my pussy before delving in.
I gasp at the sudden stimulation, but I am already slick with need. Like the moment I woke surrounded by him, I had needed to touch him…and had. “How does that even work?”
“No idea, but each dick has its own ball, and they operate independently. Not every change is bad. Though until you showed up, I hadn’t gotten full use out of them.” His thumb brushes my clit, and his gaze remains on me. It’s far too intense and I’m not sure what he is looking for.
I close my eyes, unable to take any more of his amber stare.
He moves, rolling onto his back and using his tail to shift me until I am straddling where I guess his hips are, below the meeting of fur and scales. Both of his dicks pop free of the slit, and he angles one up so I can impale myself on it.
Taking one is easy and I rock my hips, getting used to the feel of him and taking him deeper each time.
“Open your eyes.”
I do as I’m told. “I didn’t shut them because…” I can’t finish the sentence.
“Because you’re fucking a monster, not a man?”
I nod. That is something I can’t forget.
“Then why?” His body moves beneath me. His tail around my waist lifting and lowering me so I don’t need to do anything but enjoy the sensations coiling through my body.
His other dick rubs my clit with each thrust. I moan, my eyes closing as my climax builds.
“Why?” he demands and this time he goes still.
I squirm, but he is stronger, pulling me off his dick. I’d been so close…
“Because it’s easier for me to come.”
He holds me there for several seconds. The robe has spilled open, and I feel like a doll that’s been scooped off the ground to be played with. He gives a small nod, then lowers me back down. I sink onto him, taking him fully.
He pulls me close to kiss me.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth.” I’m ruining the moment.
“I don’t care.” His lips close over mine and his tongue glides over my lip.