Chapter 30:
Exploration
Daniel:
Well, I’ll be damned. He really has two... my mind goes blank for a second, as I hold one of his members. My thumb runs over it, and Constantine gives out a low moan.
“Uhm, now you saw. Let me just,” he says, and tries to get his members back inside his scales. Naga, like snakes, have their members protected by their scales. Just like the snakes on Earth, they have two of them.
“Oh, no. Let me just,” I say, and bent over the thick piece of meat I have been holding. I run my tongue over the tip, and Constantine moans louder.
“I... does it have to happen in the kitchen?” He whines. I take note of our surroundings. Yes, it really isn’t good enough to do this in the kitchen. Although, when we get used to this, then, maybe...
The table looks sturdy enough...
I shake my head, and then get up. Before he can hide his two members from view, I scoop him up, which is a bit awkward because of the length of his tail, and begin to carry him towards his bedroom.
“Daniel, I haven’t agreed to this,” he whines, when I open his door with an elbow.
I look down at him, and sigh.
“Do you want me to wait? I can, but if you let us do this today, I can make you see stars,” I promise him, and he whines deep in his throat.
“I mean... I still don’t see how sex is going to work. You simply won’t be able to stretch enough,” he protests.
“I have an idea,” I tell him with a wink. “Still, I need your consent.”
He wavers for a little, and then hides his face in my nape. I chuckle, and take it as a yes. When I lay him on the bed, I gently unbutton his shirt, and get it off him.
His torso is exposed now. I see that he has scales on the lower part of his stomach, but not around his nipples. I suddenly feel like asking him if Naga suckle from their mothers, but think better of it. It will be a mood killer, for sure.
I lean over his body, and take a nipple into my mouth. I let my tongue play with it, as Constantine’s hands go into my hair.
He doesn’t protest, when my hands begin to pet him on the stomach. Feather-light touches, that are there because I simply can’t get enough of his six-pack. I wonder if all Naga have such bodies. I have certainly never seen Constantine exercise.
Letting the nipple go with a pop, I look at Constantine. His face is all scrunched up, his eyes half-lidded. I take that as a good sign, and take a hold of one of his hands. I kiss his fingers, one by one. Then, I get one of them in my mouth, and begin to suckle. He bites his lower lip, and closes his eyes. His tail begins to wrap around me.
It is a tight wrap. Something tells me that, if I don’t give him precise instructions, he might end up taking me raw. I wonder if that is normal for Naga, or if Constantine is just inexperienced. That would make him cuter than he already is. Still, I don’t feel like being in pain, so, I press his finger to my butt hole.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask him, as his eyes snap open.
“In the drawer,” he tells me. I am glad that there are such things like condoms in the Cosmos. Still, it makes me sort of sad, that even here, in such an advanced planet, there are sexually transmitted diseases.
I let him scissor me, as I search in the drawer for a package. I find one that looks promising, and open it up. Instead of condoms, I find...butt plugs. I take one out, and hold it for Constantine to see.
“Uhm...” I say, and he blushes.
“I... well, you see, things get lonely sometimes, so...” he mumbles something that I can’t quite get, and I place the butt plug back in the package.
“How do I recognize the condom package?” I ask him. His finger presses against my prostate, and I jerk in his hold. Damn, that felt great. I move my hips, trying to get his finger to brush against my prostate again.
“Keep rubbing there,” I say, as I move back and forth.
“The box is orange,” Constantine says, as he begins to move the finger inside me with more gusto. He seems to be enjoying my moans because his breathing grows heavy. “I buy happiness potion drenched ones.”
I shake my head at that. As he enters another finger inside of me, I shift through boxes, until I find the orange one. The condoms are a connected pair. I open the packaging, and pat Constantine on the shoulder.
“Come on, put those on,” I tell him. He reluctantly removes his fingers from my ass, and takes the rubber. I watch him intently, wanting to be the one that puts them on him, the next time. It is not like I constantly am a bottom. Still, I have never seen a butt hole on Constantine’s ass. Maybe it is hidden behind scales?
When he is done, Constantine rummages in the same drawers as the one I opened, and takes a bottle of lube. Before he can open it, I take it off his hands.
“Let me,” I tell him, as I spread some of the lube on my hands. It smells of strawberries, and I wonder if there really are strawberries on Ursula 590, or if it is an alien plant.
I don’t ponder over this for long because I get him nice and slick. I smile down at him, as he holds up my hips, and lifts me up over his members. Not only that, but I feel him putting in just one of his members inside of me.
Slowly, probing, carefully. Just as I am about to tell him not to worry about me this much, he rises me halfway on his dick, and begins to swam me in the prostate as if our lives depend on it.
Chapter 30:
Exploration
Daniel:
Well, I’ll be damned. He really has two... my mind goes blank for a second, as I hold one of his members. My thumb runs over it, and Constantine gives out a low moan.
“Uhm, now you saw. Let me just,” he says, and tries to get his members back inside his scales. Naga, like snakes, have their members protected by their scales. Just like the snakes on Earth, they have two of them.
“Oh, no. Let me just,” I say, and bent over the thick piece of meat I have been holding. I run my tongue over the tip, and Constantine moans louder.
“I... does it have to happen in the kitchen?” He whines. I take note of our surroundings. Yes, it really isn’t good enough to do this in the kitchen. Although, when we get used to this, then, maybe...
The table looks sturdy enough...
I shake my head, and then get up. Before he can hide his two members from view, I scoop him up, which is a bit awkward because of the length of his tail, and begin to carry him towards his bedroom.
“Daniel, I haven’t agreed to this,” he whines, when I open his door with an elbow.
I look down at him, and sigh.
“Do you want me to wait? I can, but if you let us do this today, I can make you see stars,” I promise him, and he whines deep in his throat.
“I mean... I still don’t see how sex is going to work. You simply won’t be able to stretch enough,” he protests.
“I have an idea,” I tell him with a wink. “Still, I need your consent.”
He wavers for a little, and then hides his face in my nape. I chuckle, and take it as a yes. When I lay him on the bed, I gently unbutton his shirt, and get it off him.
His torso is exposed now. I see that he has scales on the lower part of his stomach, but not around his nipples. I suddenly feel like asking him if Naga suckle from their mothers, but think better of it. It will be a mood killer, for sure.
I lean over his body, and take a nipple into my mouth. I let my tongue play with it, as Constantine’s hands go into my hair.
He doesn’t protest, when my hands begin to pet him on the stomach. Feather-light touches, that are there because I simply can’t get enough of his six-pack. I wonder if all Naga have such bodies. I have certainly never seen Constantine exercise.
Letting the nipple go with a pop, I look at Constantine. His face is all scrunched up, his eyes half-lidded. I take that as a good sign, and take a hold of one of his hands. I kiss his fingers, one by one. Then, I get one of them in my mouth, and begin to suckle. He bites his lower lip, and closes his eyes. His tail begins to wrap around me.
It is a tight wrap. Something tells me that, if I don’t give him precise instructions, he might end up taking me raw. I wonder if that is normal for Naga, or if Constantine is just inexperienced. That would make him cuter than he already is. Still, I don’t feel like being in pain, so, I press his finger to my butt hole.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask him, as his eyes snap open.
“In the drawer,” he tells me. I am glad that there are such things like condoms in the Cosmos. Still, it makes me sort of sad, that even here, in such an advanced planet, there are sexually transmitted diseases.
I let him scissor me, as I search in the drawer for a package. I find one that looks promising, and open it up. Instead of condoms, I find...butt plugs. I take one out, and hold it for Constantine to see.
“Uhm...” I say, and he blushes.
“I... well, you see, things get lonely sometimes, so...” he mumbles something that I can’t quite get, and I place the butt plug back in the package.
“How do I recognize the condom package?” I ask him. His finger presses against my prostate, and I jerk in his hold. Damn, that felt great. I move my hips, trying to get his finger to brush against my prostate again.
“Keep rubbing there,” I say, as I move back and forth.
“The box is orange,” Constantine says, as he begins to move the finger inside me with more gusto. He seems to be enjoying my moans because his breathing grows heavy. “I buy happiness potion drenched ones.”
I shake my head at that. As he enters another finger inside of me, I shift through boxes, until I find the orange one. The condoms are a connected pair. I open the packaging, and pat Constantine on the shoulder.
“Come on, put those on,” I tell him. He reluctantly removes his fingers from my ass, and takes the rubber. I watch him intently, wanting to be the one that puts them on him, the next time. It is not like I constantly am a bottom. Still, I have never seen a butt hole on Constantine’s ass. Maybe it is hidden behind scales?
When he is done, Constantine rummages in the same drawers as the one I opened, and takes a bottle of lube. Before he can open it, I take it off his hands.
“Let me,” I tell him, as I spread some of the lube on my hands. It smells of strawberries, and I wonder if there really are strawberries on Ursula 590, or if it is an alien plant.
I don’t ponder over this for long because I get him nice and slick. I smile down at him, as he holds up my hips, and lifts me up over his members. Not only that, but I feel him putting in just one of his members inside of me.
Slowly, probing, carefully. Just as I am about to tell him not to worry about me this much, he rises me halfway on his dick, and begins to swam me in the prostate as if our lives depend on it.
