Beryl loved me. Just thinking it made a wide grin stretch my mouth, and I broke the kiss so I wouldn’t accidentally cut her with my teeth. She grinned back, eyes shiny and cheeks sweetly pink. She was so beautiful it made my chest hurt.
Tightening her arms around my neck, she dipped her head to place a tender kiss beneath my jaw. I shuddered with pleasure, gripping her ass tighter to keep her pressed to me. My eyes slid shut as I buried my face in her soft curls.
“Let me take you to bed, Greid,” she murmured, lifting her head and pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “So I can show you just how much I love you.”
I opened my eyes, letting out a shaky breath. My throat closed up as I rested my forehead against hers and nodded. “I’d love that.”
“Oh fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head, voice muffled by the pillow my snout was pressed into, as Beryl delivered a particularly firm thrust.
I tugged on the handcuffs keeping me secured to the headboard, just to remind myself that I was restrained. My dick throbbed against the bed, barbs catching on the pre-cum-soaked sheets as Beryl fucked me, one of her hands pressing down on my back while the other was wrapped around the base of my tail, keeping it out of her way.
Every tiny shift of her fingers against the underside of my tail sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, but it couldn’t compete with the total bliss pumping through my ass. The dildo’s barbs raked over my prostate, making my legs go weak and my toes flex. I faintly heard the sheets rip as my elongated claws tore through them.
After stripping me naked—which hadn’t taken long, given that I’d only been in socks and my onesie—Beryl had told me to shift back to my true form as she got undressed and reached for her strap-on.
Belly squeezing with excitement, I’d obeyed, my cock bucking in the air when she’d called me a good boy and ordered me to get on the bed face down and hold on to the headboard. I was glad she hadn’t told me to stay quiet this time, because there was no way I would’ve been able to hold back my shaky groans as she licked the underside of my tail before sliding her tongue down to my asshole.
Now, helpless moans punched out of me with every thrust of the dildo in my ass. Beryl’s hips smacked against me as she panted, gripping my tail tighter.
“You look so good like this, Greid,” she told me breathlessly. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut when she added, “You’re such a good boy for me, taking this big dick so well.”
“F-f-fuck.” I started to shake, the damp friction of the sheets against my cock making it grow even stiffer and more sensitive. My hips jerked erratically, ass squeezing around the thick length thrusting inside it. “Beryl.”
“You can’t wait, can you?” she purred, squeezing my tail and sliding her fist up and down a few times. “You already want to come, don’t you, greedy boy?”
“Y-y-yes.” My trembling fingers curled around the rattling handcuff chain. “Please, please, please—”
She let out a breathless chuckle, and I groaned in sweet, helpless frustration. That wasn’t an answer! I couldn’t decide if I wanted her to torture me or let me come, and not knowing which she’d pick was making me even more frantic with pleasure.
“Please,” I panted again. “Beryl. I’m going to come. F-f-fuck, I’m going to come.”
She pushed the dildo in deep, grinding her hips against me so the barbs dragged over my prostate. A choked gasp escaped me, my head craning back.
“You can come,” she murmured, then moaned as my whole body stiffened, my teeth closing around the pillow as a guttural, muffled sound burst from me.
“Fuck,” I bit out as my cock started firing against the sheets, asshole twitching around the dildo stretching me open. Pure rapture spread through my limbs, down my legs to my flexing toes, up my trembling arms in their restraints. White noise filled my ears, scalp tingling and belly twitching as the barbs on my sensitive cock rasped against it.
I struggled to suck in enough air until the orgasm stopped and a long, trembling moan left me. I went limp on the bed, my stomach sticking to the sheets from all the cum everywhere. With a drawn-out sigh, I turned my head and smushed my cheek into the pillow, eyes too heavy to open.
My hearts thundered in my chest as Beryl carefully shifted her hips and slid the dildo free. A second later, I felt her warm lips against the twitching base of my tail.
“Are you okay, Greid?” Her voice was low and throaty, causing a shiver to roll through my blissed-out frame.
“Mmm.” I still couldn’t open my eyes, my head and body all floaty, even though I could feel the fluff on the handcuffs tickling my wrists. It kept me grounded just enough, making a big, stupid smile spread across my snout.
I felt the bed dip as Beryl climbed over my splayed legs to sit beside me. My wrists were jostled, and I heard a little click before my arms were suddenly free. They promptly flopped onto the pillow above my head. Warm fingers rubbed soothing circles over my wrists before trailing over my temple.
Beryl huffed in amusement, gently untangling the hair caught in my face spikes. “You’re okay.”
“M’good,” I mumbled, my tail swishing in contentment between my spread thighs. “So good.”
“You are.” She leaned down and kissed the tip of my snout. “Such a good boy.”
I shivered, then arched into her touch when she stroked a soft palm up and down my spine. My brain finally rebooted, starting to come back online, and I lazily rolled onto my back with a stretch.
Beryl was sitting beside me with her legs crossed, the big pink dick still jutting up between her hips, glistening with lube. Her pink nipples were hard little points, and I ran my tongue over my teeth as my gaze snagged on them and refused to budge. My spent cock twitched against my belly.
“I want to make you come, Beryl,” I croaked, my throat a little sore from the sounds she’d ripped from me.
She chuckled, unfurling her legs to stand up. “Let me take this off.”
Renewed energy coursed through my limbs as her ass came into view, looking plump and perfect framed by the black straps. As she loosened the harness and bent over to slip it off, I scrambled off the bed and knelt in front of her.
I couldn’t kiss her soft belly and hips properly in this form, so I nuzzled at the curls between her legs as my palms slid up her thighs. Lifting my gaze to her face, I gave her a pleading look. “Can I? Like this?”
I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to stay in this form, or shift back to the one that was more familiar to her—more human-looking. But she smiled down at me, dropping the strap-on to sift her fingers through my hair.
“Make me come, Greid.” Her eyes darkened as they drifted down to my snout. “It won’t take long.”
Okay, maybe she did like me in this form. My breaths quickened as I rubbed my snout against her belly, then moved higher to lave my tongue over a nipple, moaning at how stiff it already was. I had to sit on my heels and duck my head to reach her pussy, my hands sliding up to palm her ass and tug her closer. She parted her legs so her feet framed my knees, and when my tongue emerged to swipe over her wet pussy, a broken gasp came from above.
I moaned against her, lapping hungrily, my snout strangely sensitive as the tip of it nudged her clit and made her knees almost buckle. My tongue was bigger in this form—wider and flatter, but still ridged—and Beryl really seemed to like it, her legs trembling as she clutched at my hair and moaned with every panting breath.
“Fuck, Greid.” She strained her hips closer so I could wriggle my tongue even deeper, shuddering from how soft and wet she was, from the taste of her. I wanted to rub my face all over her and drench myself in her scent.