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‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Earlier that day, during basketball practice, your friends spoke about something interesting while stretching. Everyone seemed to be in a relationship or was getting there with someone. Finally, your last single friend announced she would finally confess her feelings to her crush. The whole team cheered her on before the conversation focused on you.

You had hoped they'd forget you. But no. Every day, every single day they'd ask you if you had finally met someone. All the asking and nagging drove you crazy but they just cared about you. They were concerned. Deep down all of them knew you weren't really over your mystery ex. They had never seen him, nor heard a name. You liked keeping your business to yourself. It got to a point they thought you had made him up or were schizophrenic. When you two broke up a few months ago, you arrived on the court, bawling your eyes out for hours. It seemed like you really liked him. So they backed off when you told them to drop the topic and get to work.

On the court, you felt free. The only thing on your mind was making points, throwing the ball, dunking it. You could turn off your brain and soul for a few moments. It was like your body was moving on auto pilot and your brain was on stand by. Like a breeze if fresh air on a hot summer day.

You loved it.

‘’Well done everyone!’’ you spoke when your coach gathered you all together. After going over the game plan for the next day, you guys were free to leave. And you were the first to run into the locker room. Your friends knew something was up with you. You were acting weird and secretive. Well, more than usual. Before changing, you stared at your phone, making sure you weren't running mad. Making sure you weren't seeing things before practice. You checked your phone and there it was. A message from him.

After you two had broken up, you hadn't attempted to reach out to him. He didn't either. Your pride was just too high. He was too. Well, that's what you kept on telling yourself. Now that you thought about it, you two had broken up out of the blue. Everything was perfect until it wasn't. And you couldn't tell anyone about your boyfriend. You didn't want to.

‘’I miss you'’ the message read. No greeting, no him asking you how you were doing, no checking up on you, just three words followed by him wishing you luck for your big game tomorrow.

Your heart started beating so fast you thought it would actually jump out of your chest. You shook your head, taking a deep breath, trying to recollect yourself. Now was not the time to let your facade crumble. And you really wanted to text him back. But after thinking about it, your emotions were high now. You had to calm down first. So you put your phone down and got changed.

‘’Oh, I know that look.’’ One of your friends said, slamming her locker shut, shooting you a teasing grin. ‘’Did your ex text you?’’

Witchcraft. It must have been witchcraft. How else would she know?

Suddenly, all your friends smirked at you, asking you all sorts of questions. But you didn't answer. They knew you'd tell them eventually so they just let it go. After getting changed, all of you decided to head to a diner nearby. After the practice session you had just had you needed the fuel. The energy.

Everything went great and you debated on texting him, telling him to leave you alone. But you decided to pay him no mind. Letting him back in couldn't be good. ‘’What's your crush like?’’ You asked.

Your friends were trying to come up with a plan to help your friend confess to the guy she was interested in. If you didn't know any better, you would think they were planning on helping her propose to him.

‘’I'm pretty sure all of you know him.’’ That sounded promising. ‘’He is a little shy, doesn't speak much.’’ Sounded like someone you knew, you thought to yourself and let out a sigh. ‘’Tall, black hair, piercings, tattoos…’’ This had to be a coincidence. A lot of people on campus had piercings, tattoos and happened to have black hair. ‘’Oh and he is the famous plug on campus.’’ No. No, no, no, no, no. God no. ‘’Choso Kamo.’’

You almost dropped the glass in your hand.choking on a sip of water. Your teammates slapped your upper back, trying to get you to calm down while you apologised. The world was so big. So big. Eight billion people on this god forsaken planet, and she managed to fall in love with your ex? You weren't mad, she didn't know after all. It still stung though. ‘’Oh, I heard he and his girlfriend broke up a few months ago. You should shoot your shot!’’ One friend encouraged. ‘’I don't know about that.’’ Another friend chimed in. ‘’Apparently, he isn't over his ex.’’ She huffed. ‘’He won't even look at other women.’’

Oh? That was news to you. Not that you'd complain about that. You tried your best hiding the grin trying to make its way on your face. It was starting to get dark and the place was packed with people.

And when the door opened for the nth time, another friend group entered, a friend group you knew too well. A tall guy with white hair and blue eyes and a shit eating grin plastered on his face stepped in, accompanied by a long haired guy with gauges and a blonde guy whose cheekbones could cut through stone rolling his eyes behind him. And you hoped… No, begged the Gods above that their fourth friend wouldn't show up.

But fate wasn't on your side today.

He stepped in right after them. Eyes low, wearing a tight fitted t-shirt that accentuated his muscles and small waist alongside a baggy pair of pants. Oh you were fucked.

Fucked, nervous, and throbbing.

You took a deep breath, turning away from the door, hoping they wouldn't notice you. But of course they did. Choso had sensed your presence the moment he stepped into the diner. Your voice, your scent, he could make them out in a crowd full of a million people. But he didn't look for you. He didn't want you to know he knew you were there. Because he knew you had seen him.

But hiding didn't go too well. Because when they walked past your table, Gojo happened. Greeting you, making a scene, telling you how much he missed seeing you. Admittedly, the other two men had missed you too. But they could read the room. As Choso was with them, you didn't want them acknowledging you. It was too late now.

‘’You know Choso?’’ Your friends asked, almost simultaneously.

‘’As you can see we have mutual friends. I have nothing to do with him.’’ You laughed it off but you could feel his gaze on you. And you were way too awkward to look at him right now. The situation itself stole at least fifteen years of your life.

‘’We won't bother you girls any further.’’ Geto smiled, giving you a quick side hug.‘’

Have a nice evening, and Y/n you can call us whenever.’’ Nanami followed suit with a hug. And then, Choso stood right in front of you. You gasped, looking up at him. And for the first time in months you were staring into his eyes. Smiling awkwardly, you gave him a hug before sitting down, trying not to die from embarrassment.

Then the questions came. How do you know them? Did Choso just hug you? It doesn't seem like you don't have anything to do with him. Are you friends? Are you embarrassed of him? Why? And so on.

At some point, hours later, you saw the group heading out. Then your phone vibrated. Another message from him reading ‘’Come outside’’. The audacity. He couldn't even say please. But you rolled your eyes, standing up and making an excuse about why you had to go out to take some fresh air now.

When you stepped out the four of them were talking, a blunt pressed in between Choso's lips. The second you stepped through the door his gaze was on you. You hated how good he was at not breaking eye contact. The other three guys upon noticing you, sneaked back in, giving you two some space. Brushing past you, Gojo winked. You wanted to hit him so badly.

Choso inhaled, letting the weed sit in his lungs before exhaling. All while still looking at you, not taking his eyes off you once. You on the other hand were avoiding his gaze. Then he stepped closer.

Taking one step. Two steps. Until he stood right in front of you. Now you had to look up at him. Into his eyes.

‘’’You doing okay?’'

Your breath hitched. You had gone months without speaking to him. Months without hearing his voice. Months without feeling his presence. And now here he was. You kept on replaying this exact scenario in your mind. Thinking of all the things you'd tell him once he stood in front of you. But now? Your brain was empty. Words caught up in your throat.

So you just nodded. He sighed contently, taking another puff of his joint, not taking his eyes off you once.

‘’I saw that guy in your story the other day.’’

‘’I thought I had blocked you.’’ You gulped, folding your arms in front of your chest.

‘’You thought wrong.’’

Silence.

Yes, you lied. You hadn't blocked him. You wanted him to see what you were up to. That you wouldn't put your life on hold just because you two broke up. You wouldn't be moping around because you didn't care. Or that's what you wanted him to believe at least.

‘’What do you want, Choso?’’ You sighed, breaking the silence.

For the first time tonight he looked away letting out a chuckle. ‘’We're back to first name basis, huh?’’

‘’I thought that's what exes do.’’ You tilted your head to the side slightly, taking one step towards him. He was trying to get to you, but you wouldn't let him.

‘’I thought we were different, baby.’’

You huffed. ‘’Not you acting all high and mighty, knowing you're one sweetheart away from folding.’’ He furrowed his brows and you smirked. He knew damn well you were right. One sweetheart and it was over for him. Well any type of attention from you was enough to get him going. You stepped a little closer, making his face turn red. That was the Choso you knew.

‘‘’Want some?’’ he offered you a puff of his joint, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, but you declined.

‘’You know I've got a game tomorrow.’’

‘’Right…’’

You cracked a smile, taking a few steps back, leaning against the wall. He walked up to you slowly, getting way too close for your mind to comprehend. But your heart knew what you wanted.

‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Oh, he wanted to kiss you so badly, you could tell. His eyes were hazy, switching between gazing into your eyes and looking down at your plump, juicy lips.

The thing is, he had kissed your lips a million times already. And he had no idea if it was the weed making his brain all fuzzy, but they seemed to pull him right in.

You had bewitched him.

‘’Depends,’’ you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘’You jealous?’’ You pulled him in, pressing soft kisses to his neck, taking your time to make him ache for you. When you sucked at the spot right beneath his ear, he let out a whimper, throwing his head back slightly to give you more access.

As your lips wandered to his chin, he let his blunt fall to the ground, stomping it out as his hands made their way to your hips. Within seconds, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a soft kiss that grew deeper by the second.

When you tried to pull away he wouldn't let you. Understandably. You two hadn't seen, held and kissed each other for months. He had been waiting for this. Craving you. Craving your lips on his, craving your hands wandering up and down his body, craving you whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Telling you how much you missed him. Telling you how much you missed his big, stupid, dick inside you-

‘’Choso.’’ You mumbled against his lips, finally managing to pull away to take a deep breath. ‘’You are spacing out.’’

‘’Stop calling me that...’’

You frowned. He didn't even blink at you. But he almost looked… Needy? Like he wanted to beg. Beg for you to stop calling him by his first name. Beg for you to call him anything… Sweetheart, darling, my love… Even Cho would do.

You cupped his face, lips mere inches from his, as you looked him right in the eyes. ‘’I missed you, Cho.’’

He was done for.

“Y-Y/n…’’ You pulled him into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other. On the one hand, you really hoped no one was watching you right now. But on the other hand you didn’t care. You pressed your leg between your thigh grazing against his crotch. ‘’Hngh-W-Wait!’’

There he was. Your easily flustered Choso. And would you look at that? He was hard. You pulled away again, staring up at his doe eyes, making it hard for you to focus on anything. Resting your hands on his chest, you let out a sigh. You'd hate yourself for what you were about to say.

‘’Let me go get my bag. Then we can get out of here.’’ Little did you know you'd barely make it to the car.

You headed inside and found yourself a little irritated when he followed you with a smirk on his face. Choso was quiet and observant when he was in public. So he definitely knew one of your friends had the hots for him. And he knew you hadn't told them about the both of you. So when you stepped through the door, with him walking behind you closely, you had to decide:

Come up with a lie that would make them question you for a few seconds, or tell them the truth. And after months of hiding and keeping your feelings to yourself, you chose the latter. Not the whole truth, they didn't need to know you two were making out just seconds prior to this conversation.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you.’’ You muttered, but they laughed it off. They knew you'd tell them eventually. You just loved taking your sweet ass time when it came to important information.

So finally, your heart was at ease. You could leave with a calm and collected mind. And he followed after you closely again. When you reached your car, reaching out your hand to open the door, he stopped you. Pressing your back against the car door, arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into a kiss. He didn't hold back and you didn't either. He was hungry.

Hungry for your kisses, hungry for your touch, hungry for the sounds you made when he trailed hungry kisses down your neck, leaving marks on the way. His mind had been imagining holding you like this, kissing you like this for months now. And finally, he was here. With you in his arms, kissing him back. Your hands wandered down his body, one grabbing at his peck, making him mumble into the kiss, and the other moving down his abdomen, not skipping a beat as it made its way to his crotch painfully slow. Teasingly. Oh, he was hard and heavy, pulsing and throbbing in his pants.

‘’Looks like you might explode any minute,’’ you whispered between kisses.

‘’Certainly f-feels like it.’’ He muttered, pulling away. You could finally open the car door now. But not to the front seats. You were sure you wouldn't be able to make it home now. He was about to explode and you weren't far from losing your mind either. You were sure your panties were soaked. Drenched in your arousal.

He got in first and you followed suit, as he pulled you into his lap, closing the door behind you. Then his gaze fell on you again, hands placed on either side of your waist after he grabbed your arms and rested them around his neck. You loved when he looked at you like this. Like you hung up the stars and the moon. Totally mesmerised by you.

‘’You have the prettiest eye shape, you know?’’

You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. ‘’That's so random.’’

‘’I missed you too,’’ he breathed out, an answer to your statement earlier when you were making out in front of the diner. Of course he did.

‘’Figures.’’ You whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. ‘’You're rock hard.’’ Smirking, you started grinding your hips against his crotch subtly, making his breath hitched in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, nails digging into your flesh. Then you trailed kisses down his neck again, stopping at his Adam's apple digging your teeth into it softly. You wanted to leave a mark.

‘’F-Fuck…’’ he whispered underneath his breath. And you could feel him twitching beneath you. The self control he had was admirable. He didn't thrust up once. He didn't beg you to do something about it either. He knew how much you loved good boys.

And he wanted to be so good for you.

You removed his hands from his waist, unbuckling his pants. He helped you, tugging them down to his ankles as you took off your pants. His dick sprung free, slapping against his stomach. Then you cupped his face, pulling him into another kiss. One of your hands wandered down to his throbbing dick, gripping at his aching red tip, squeezing it tightly.

He gasped into your kiss and you sucked in anything he was about to say. You moved your hand up and down slowly, squeezing lightly at his base. But like the good boy he was, he didn't want to leave you unattended. So one of his arms reached behind you, making its way to your soppy cunt. And oh, you were warm, pussy drooling all over his thighs, making a mess even though he hadn't even touched you yet. The both of you were quite desperate. But no one could top Choso when it came to desperation.

He rubbed at your folds, making you moan into the kiss before he pushed a finger into you. Those thick, long fingers of his that used to have you shaking every other night. When he added another finger, you squeezed his tip before you started stroking again, painfully slow. He spread his fingers inside you, going in a scissor motion, trying to stretch you out for what was about to come.

By the time you increased the pace of your strokes on his dick, you could fit three fingers, whining into the kiss. It was hot. Too hot. So hot that his free hand reached out and crack open a window, letting the cool night air enveloped you.

‘’I,’’ he started, mumbling between kisses ‘’want to put it inside.’’

‘’Say please.’’

‘’P-Please…’’ No hesitation, no shame, just desperation on Choso's end. And you loved it. He pulled his fingers out of you as you raised your hips, positioning yourself right above his dick, sinking down slowly. You were so warm. So wet. Too much for Choso who hadn't even dared to look at another woman for the past few months.

Who hadn't dared to let another woman touch him. Let alone sit on his dick in the backseat of a car.

You were the only one he wanted to do it with. The only one he craved doing it with. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

‘’S-So warm and so-Fuck! W-Wet…’’ he whimpered when you finally bottomed out, walls clenching around his throbbing dick deliciously, waiting to get used to the familiar stretch. Choso was big and very humble about it. In the earlier stages of your relationship, he swore he was average, nothing special, nothing to drool over. And you always laughed about it because frankly, you didn't care about his size. You would be happy with whatever he could give you.

Too bad what he could give you resembled a fucking pipe. When you saw it the first time, wanting to suck him off after you two were done making out, you audibly gasped. And the audacity of his, asking you if it was enough, telling you he'd understand if you left, all while giving you that innocent look, batting his long eyelashes at you.

You started moving slowly, as he clung to you, arms on your waist, lips pressing kisses to your neck, biting you, leaving the occasional mark. He pulled up your shirt, alongside your bra, too lazy to struggle to unbuckle it now, revealing your chest. Before you knew it, his mouth latched on to one nipple, tongue swirling around it, mouth sucking on it, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as one of his hands pinched the other nipple.

The sensation went straight to your core, making you clench around him tightly. ‘’S-Stop clenching so tightly…’’ he muttered around your boob. From your point of view, it looked like he was trying to swallow it whole. He had always been a boob fanatic. Well, the only boobs he was obsessed with were yours. He was obsessed with everything about you.

‘’Stop p-playing with my chest then…’’ you muttered, trying to hold back a moan.

That did it for him.

Suddenly, he sucked on your titt. Hard. Both of his arms slung themselves around your waist, holding you closely, as he started thrusting up into you. Which caught you off guard. The first time he slammed up into you, you let out a moan, squeezing your eyes shut. The second time, you squealed, squeezing down on him again. ‘’Ch-Choso!’’ You groaned, nails digging into the back of his neck.

‘’Stop c-calling me that…’’ and he punctuated every word with a thrust of his hips. Fuck, he was driving you crazy. He had no idea what he was doing to you, turning your insides into mush while marking you up. “Ca-Call me… Literally a-anything else-Ngh!’’ He slammed you down on his dick, letting out something between a groan and a whimper. He was far gone already. As were you. The both of you had forgotten the cracked window. And to be honest, you didn't care about anything or anyone. Especially him. The only thing he was interested in was how often he could fill you up in this car.

When he bit into your chest, drawing a groan from you, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pushing him back against his seat. His eyes rolled back in his head. You had almost forgotten how much he loved getting choked by you. You pressed a kiss to his lips, pushing your tongue into his mouth as his grip on your hips loosened. He was close. So close he could feel his orgasm on the tip of his tongue. That and you cutting off his air circulation were driving him crazy. And you whispered into his ear, telling him he could come inside you, he lost it. Losing all his restraint. He let out a whimper, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he came deep inside you, panting your insides white.

Hot tears streamed down his face when you let go of his neck, coughing, trying to suck in some air. And you pressed soft kisses to his face, trying to calm him down. ‘’’You doing okay there, baby?’’ He twitched, taking a few ragged breaths as you kissed away his tears.

You were just about to get off him, when he buried his face into your chest, hugging you tightly. Then, thrust. A thrust into you, shaking up your walls. ‘’You d-didn't finish…’’ he muttered, sucking marks into your chest. And he built up his pace gradually, this time thrusting into you faster. He was still hard, throbbing inside you, making sure not a single drop of the load he had pumped into you would go to waste. ‘’I missed this s-sloppy pussy…’’ he whimpered, grinding his dick into you.

The windows of your car were all fogged up, his dick was digging into your insides. He pulled away momentarily, and made you lie back against the center console, grabbing your waist to fuck into you while he pressed a thumb to your clit.. ‘’Right there, Cho! Y-Yes!’’

‘’R-Right here, yeah?’’

You nodded haptically, loving the way he was fucking you. Loving the way he was rubbing your clit. ‘’I'm going to-'’ you were cut off by a whimper of your own, trying not to lose yourself. He pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him. Making you feel every inch of him slipping inside him. You wanted to scream, cream on his dick. Lose your mind.

And that's exactly what you did. You lost yourself in the feeling of his dick slamming into you. You were a total mess. And when the both of you came, you came hard. His thrust halted, stopping deep inside you as he continued rubbing your clit through your high. You moaned, screamed, whined his name as you squirted all over his dick, twitching like a mad woman. He pulled you in for a kiss you melted into, and you just stayed like that for a while.

Hugging each other, kissing each other with him still inside you, until you had to start moving. You got off him, letting his dick slip out of you gently, both of you letting out a groan at the loss of warmth.

‘’Fuck, I needed this.’’ You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.He looked at you.

‘’So… So you didn't sleep with that guy?’’

You chuckled, pulling on your pants, zipping your pair right up. ‘’Of course not, Cho.’’ Before you could head out of the door, he pulled you into another kiss.

You stepped out, rushing into the driver's seat while he stepped out, opened the door and sat down right next to you.

‘’You're going to have to get your car cleaned after the mess we just made.’’ He mumbled.

‘’You mean you are going to get this car cleaned.’’

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. And you headed straight to your place. You two missed out on a lot of quality time spent together. And you were sure there was a lot you two needed to talk about.

‘’Why didn't you tell us he was your ex?’’ The next day, you two showed up to your game together. After you two had talked… And fucked it out, you decided to give it another try. And after the game you had one, he came up to you, hugging you from behind.

‘’Boyfriend,’’ he muttered into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. ‘’I'm her boyfriend again.’’

Damn right he was. And this time, you wouldn't let him slip through your fingers.

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Ping! - The phone notification startled you. Almost causing you to mess up your careful application of eyeliner.

“Oh Gods! Really!?” You had but a moment to prepare yourself before you felt an all too familiar tongue dive into your portal.

You braced against the sink, manicured nails clawing at the porcelain surface as your velvety walls were assaulted by a heated attack barely reaching your cervix.

He felt hungry. Maddeningly desperate to brush the tip of his pointed tongue against that part of you that had your walls clamping down on him.

Within seconds your Regular had your breaths turn to gasps and your thighs parting, as if waiting for a thicker intrusion.

"Getting one last taste in before I close for the night, huh?” You asked no one in particular. It wasn't like the hunk of a reptile on the other end of your portal could hear you.

You squeezed around him, rolling your hips in time with the strokes of his mouth. You were rewarded by two fingers spreading you wider and your back arched with the welcome penetration.

Your legs nearly buckled out from under you when his claws scraped along your inner walls. A cry bouncing off the bathroom walls as the Regular began fingering you at a rapid pace.

Even when this man was stuffing you with his long, slender digits- he was so utterly careful it was sinful.

Other Monsters had attempted to use their hands while pleasuring themselves with your portal. But every time their talons caused discomfort or pain. Twice your Handlers had to remove a Patron that had gotten too frisky with your portal, causing small cuts in areas you found excruciatingly painful.

But this Regular? A Lizard-Man who visited your portal every Friday evening, paying for a full afternoon in a private room- was the exception to your ‘no claws allowed’ boundary.

He was just…so dominantly tender with your pussy it made your head spin. He took his pleasure from you like you owed him a life debt. But he was always mindful of your body’s limits.

On days your walls couldn't handle both his cocks- he wouldn’t shove them in or get aggressive. Instead, he’d work you up to it. Talking you through it, even if he thought you couldn’t hear him.

You occasionally stayed in the Portal Hostel on your shifts, especially on a Friday, just to watch him. You used to think he knew you were there behind that one way mirror. But your Handlers explained that was impossible. Their Workers, unless they asked otherwise, were kept anonymous. And the rooms you could use to watch were completely sound proof- there was no way the Lizard-Man knew you were watching.

Meaning every praise and compliment, every tease, was for his own enjoyment.

He was your faverite…and you would admit you had a fleeting bubble of disappointment when you had to close your portal off this afternoon. You kept the option for oral open- but ultimately closed all appointments so you didn’t reek of sex on your date.

You didn't expect anyone to take the last slot. Oral appointments weren’t usually that popular. But your Regular never did like to disappoint you.

The Lizard-Man’s fingers didn’t stop their rapid thrusting until your bathroom filled with the sloppy sounds of your sex. He then withdrew them with deliberate slowness, making you groan out a frustrated curse, before his tongue returned.

Messily- greedily -slurping up your slick until he forced your climax from you. You felt him purring. Making you writhe until you were sitting on the tiled floor, twitching and moaning with the steady vibrations from his lips crushed against your portal edge.

He licked you clean.

A habit your Regular commonly performed after your sessions together. Taking care to swipe his tongue along the rim of your pussy before withdrawing from the portal with one last careful nip to your folds.

The portal closed with a notification from your phone displaying the session was over and your portal had been disconnected from the Hostel.

What should have been a quick trip to the bathroom instead turned out to be a thirty minute long stand-off between your body and the Lizard-Man’s mouth.

He won. Every damn time.

“Gods…you’re going to ruin other men for me.” You laughed, breathless, while hauling yourself up by the edge of the sink. Your legs trembled and every inch of you tingled with a fuzzy heat.

You had to take a second shower to remove the mess from between your legs. Having half a mind to choose a different outfit in case the material reeked of your arousal.

But despite the hassle of washing yourself down again, you felt a lot less nervous about tonight now your body was buzzing with post-fuck endorphins.

“I should thank that man with a free session.” You joked to your reflection in the mirror. It was getting harder and harder to keep the pre-date jitters down now the reservation time was getting closer.

At least you had something to keep you relaxed- the afterglow of your Regular’s tongue ravishing the deepest parts of you.

It wasn’t exactly a great thought to have when you were on your way to a blind-date set up by a friend.

But anything was better than spiralling into a mess of nerves and exaggerated thoughts of how horribly this date could go.

You only knew two things about the man you were on your way to see.

The first is that your friend Joane spoke nothing but good things about him. Her exact words being; ‘He’s really charming! Super sweet. He helped me out of a few problems at work and I have a feeling you’d both get along great! You’re both workaholics! I promise he’s not some weirdo.’ It had been a playful jest. But you weren’t sure how to feel about this ‘amazing guy’ that your friend has kept all hush-hush about. She gave almost nothing away about him.

The second piece of information given to you was that he was a lawyer. You weren’t sure how good of a lawyer or any smaller details; just that Joane had said he was very good at what he did.

“And what happens if he’s a creep?” You asked Joane one time. During one of her long and nagging attempts to get you to agree to a blind-date with her ‘awesome, very handsome lawyer’ friend. “It’s even worse that you are setting me up with nothing, Joane. What’s wrong with him? Why can’t I see a picture of him?”

“Because that’s no fun!” Joane had huffed in return. “Come on! You can have me on speed dial and I will pick you up no questions asked if you feel things aren’t going well. I’m doing the same for him too. No offense.”

You had rolled your eyes and brunted another hour of constant begging until you finally gave in and agreed to the stupid date.

For a while, you tried not to think about it. Happy to continue your life pushing back the rising dread of stepping out of your comfortable routine and meet someone completely new. With how popular your portal was and your job doing well, dating had been put on the shelf for a later time.

Previous relationships were either lacking or downright horrible, you didn’t mind taking some time for yourself. Your sexual desires have been met almost every night. And you had your own money flying into your account every week.

You were in no rush to meet someone new.

But alas, time moves on and before you knew it; you were approaching the restaurant Joane had reserved a table for the two of you.

You’ll definitely give it to Joane, she knows how to pick a good place for a first date.

The establishment was beautiful. Fancy enough that you needed a reservation dating back weeks but casual enough that you didn’t need a million dollar outfit to fit in.

Your waiter was Humanoid, with dark fur neatly combed flat against his tanned arms and a face similar to a wolf’s. He greeted you with a smile and led you to an outdoor table when you gave Joane’s reservation name.

And there, bathed under the warm glow of the countless strings of fairy-lights, was your date.

And Joane had been right, he was handsome.

But you already knew that. Because he was a Monster you recognized immediately, having had him balls deep in you on more than one occasion. His attire was much more elegant than your usual appointments- a dark emerald suit with a black tie and white undershirt.

But those liquid gold eyes gleamed just the same. And the scales peppering his dark leathery skin along his neck, were just as tantalizing here as they were back in the Hostel.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you. I’m Xavier.” His smile was as warm as his words and a soft purr layered his tone. When he stood from the table to greet you, he towered over you. Easily so, even in heels- you only reached his chest in comparison.

Fuck this pussy feels so good…A-Ah! I-I’ll pay extra- please -let me cum inside you.

He didn’t harbor the same heavy husk that usually made your insides liquify. But when you shook his hand- larger than your own and with a strength hidden under a gentle embrace - introducing yourself, your little horny mindset came screeching forward. Reminding you of the many times you’ve fantasized about the feeling of his palms on your skin.

You had to beat back the heated flush that crept through you with a mental bat. Smiling through your inner thoughts of absolute insanity “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.” You offered as an ice-breaker. Xavier pulled out your chair and then slid you smoothly back against the table when you sat down. “I rarely visit this part of the city.”

“I only just got here myself.” Xavier replied, dismissing your words with a chuckle. “I was looking over the menu. Did you have a drink in mind?” He let you order a beverage first, still deciding himself.

You tried not to stare.

You really, really tried not to. But it was difficult when you’ve watched this man come undone with your walls suffocating his thick cocks.

Not to mention that he had eaten you out only half an hour earlier. You were still deciding if it was worth fussing over; that your date had gone to a brothel, used a portal and in the same hour arrived to have dinner.

But a part of you swelled wickedly knowing that it had been you he licked clean. Whether it was a means of exhausting some pent up nerves or a greedy hunger- you might later find out.

“Have you visited this restaurant before?” You asked as the waiter took your orders and hurried away.

“It was all Joane’s doing.” Xavier sighed. A knowing curl pulling at the corners of his wide mouth. “I’m sure she also wrangled you into agreeing to let her pick the place?”

You nodded, kicking a leg over one knee and it was a thrilling sight to see how his primordial gaze followed the movement. Almost as quickly returning his attention back to you.

You pretended not to notice.

“I didn’t bother fighting her on anything once I agreed. She has an uncanny ability to annoy me into doing what she wants. Lovingly, I should clarify.” You said laughing. “I don’t think she’s fought so hard for anything more than getting us to go out.”

Xavier nodded, taking a sip from his drink. And you hated how closely you watched his throat bob with the swallow of the amber liquid. You forced your eyes to move elsewhere.

“The moment she told me about you, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be something I can wriggle out of.” His claws clicked against the glass nestled between his fingers. It looked so small.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. But I..did agree to this to get her off my back.”

Some part of you wobbled with relief. Your shoulders even relaxed a little, to your surprise.

You quickly waved away his worried expression, “Don’t worry about it. I was dubious about this date as well. I haven’t had the motivation to date or go looking for dates lately. I was trying to figure out a way to let you down nicely. Nothing against you. I guess you could say I’m in my ‘me era’.”

Xavier released a breath. Heavy, and on a sound like you felt deep in your stomach. “By the Gods, I’m glad to hear that. I was very worried there would be an awkward miscommunication tonight.”

You couldn't help but smile at how genuinely relieved this Monster looked. His tail, once resting tightly around the legs of his chair, now swooped along the floor beneath the table. Out of the way of anyone walking by but with enough room between you two it wasn’t impeding on your space.

“Well, we can at least have a nice meal out.” You said, raising your glass towards Xavier. “There’s no harm in that.”

Xavier’s smile showed a row of fangs thicker than your fingers. And his eyes had a sparkle to them that made the ghostly brush of a shiver run up your spine.

“To a nice dinner.” He clinked the glass to yours and you very quickly hid yourself behind the rim of your drink.

Come on beautiful- I know you can take both of me. Just a little more…Good girl..that’s it…

That husk was there. On the edge of his tone and you internally screamed because of it.

You damn well nearly combusted when his tongue made an appearance to lick his lips after placing down his glass.

You chatted while waiting for your meal. Going through the usual topics of work and hobbies outside of the office.

Xavier answered your month-long question of what type of lawyer he was. It somehow didn’t surprise you that he worked in criminal justice.

You had half the mind to somehow slip in about the portal side-hustle, but it just didn’t seem appropriate. And you were still unsure how Xavier would handle such news.

Would he even be the type of guy who was ok with knowing who was on the other side of the portal?

He’s so different here outside the Hostel. You found yourself thinking as Xavier bashfully told a story of an embarrassing work story. It was endearing. He was endearing. He had a smile that was too cute to be real and his whole face was so frustratingly nice to look at, you wanted to take him home after the date.

But he’s not looking for anything outside this nice meal. You grumbled to yourself.

Don’t you dare clean up. I’m going to go buy another hour and I’m going to fuck my cum properly into you.

I wonder if that confidence in the room is an act or if this is an act. You started wondering half-way through the date. With the alcohol starting to trickle a bit of fire into your veins, you didn’t mind the occasional horny memory coming to the surface.

And a part of you was juggling with openly asking Xavier if he would be interested in extending the date back to your place. He was open with you at the start, so you saw no reason why you couldn’t continue the communication further.

But after dessert. You cowardly decided. Unable to shake the worry that your idea of this Monster was a facade built by him and your fantasies.

Dessert came and went. Followed by some more drinks and more chatter. The conversation became friendly…very friendly. Jokes and banter started to flow from your lips and Xavier countered each one with a grin and a laugh.

“I’ve had more fun than I thought I would.” Xavier said after polishing off his latest glass. He had moved closer during the night. Subtly, in a way you didn’t realize until his hand reached over and brushed his fingers along the back of your palm.

When you didn’t flinch away from the scrape of his claws, Xavier grinned and properly intertwined his fingers with yours. “I don’t want to seem too forward…but would you be comfortable continuing this date elsewhere?”

There he was. Just when you started to think it was all a hoax, your hungry eyed reptile emerged through a half-dazed gentleman.

Either it was the alcohol that made his mask slip or he was feeling a little more comfortable with you, his body language shifted entirely. And you eagerly leaned towards him when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, breaking your thoughts with the soft brush of cool skin.

It took you a full second to recalibrate your voice under such a searing gaze, “I would be more than comfortable.” You nibbled on your lower lip. Your pulse galloped when his eyes bounced between the drag of your painted lips and your gaze.

“There is something I should tell you first.” You bit the bullet before your nerves took the words away.

You weren’t sure what would have been worse; Xavier pulling away from you or how his tail grazed along your thigh under the table. Hidden beneath the tablecloth as it coiled around your leg, squeezing lightly.

With how easily you welcomed his touch, you almost begged him to lean away so you could properly breathe.

“If it’s your first time with a Reptilian, I don’t mind.” His gaze softened. Liquifying his jeweled gaze into something close to reassuring.

Your face went hot and you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. “No. I’ve been with a Reptilian before…” You lowered your voice and motioned him closer with a stroke of your forefinger against the soft underside of his jaw.

His eyes fluttered closed but moved closer so you could whisper into his ear. “You used my portal just before our date.”

His tail tightened along your thigh and his body went rigid beside you. For a brief moment, you feared the worst. But just as quickly, Xavier relaxed and the cool breath of his throaty laugh fanned over your cheek.

“I thought you smelled familiar.” Molten fire flooded through your veins when his voice took on that proper husky drawl. He leaned away, just enough so he could meet your gaze again. “You’re not…upset that I used your portal before our date?”

He was so adorably worried. You gave his hand a squeeze, mimicking the way you gently clasped your thighs together around the rings of his tail against your leg.

“Are you upset I left my portal open before our date?” You countered. And you weren’t sure if he didn’t have an answer or you had distracted him too much with the warm embrace of your thighs.

You smiled and moved your legs so you rubbed his tail between them. He jerked with a low hiss and you chuckled lightly at the reaction. Rewarded with that returning want in his eyes again.

“At least you know I can take both of you.”

His nostrils flared and the darkened look turned your insides to puddy. “I’ve always tried visualizing what you might look like.” He said. You released his tail from your thighs when you felt him tug on it lightly. “I could never think of a face that could suit such a-” He caught himself before he spoke. Clearing his throat, he stood from the table. You caught a glimpse of his growing bulge as he led the way from the table to the counter to pay.

You followed after him. Unable to keep down your smug grin.

“And am I an acceptable face?” You said, meaning the question to be a tease. But the glance down at you created a very, very warm pool to form between your legs.

“Oh, yes. “ Was his replying growl.

You made it to his car. But you didn’t make it much further than that before Xavier had you pinned against a wall and his lips crushing yours.

It was a dance of teeth and tongues with your back pressed against a cold brick wall, standing on your toes and his large hands cradling your face to angle you up to him. Bent over like he was to reach you, you were completely shielded from the dark parking lot. The street-lights weren’t working. Giving the two of you the perfect shadowy corner to relieve some of your pent up need.

His thigh pushed between your legs and you eagerly welcomed the hard muscle pressing against your core. You’ve been wet for the majority of the date. And finally with some friction you could breathe a little more easily.

“Fuck- I can smell how wet you are.” Xavier hissed against your lips. Pulling away long enough to lick a long strip along the exposed ‘V’ between your breasts. “The scent of you is burned into my mind. I thought I was going crazy in that restaurant smelling your slick. What a small world we live in.”

You couldn’t reply like you wanted. His hand was now crawling up under your dress to rub hard against your soaked underwear. Tracing the curve of your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh once, before gliding under your skirt to eagerly feel the wet material. The feeling of his fingers down where you needed it most pulled a shaking gasp from your lungs.

And oh, how Xavier enjoyed that sound.

“I’m never going to be able to use that portal again without you being right here.” He emphasized his words by slipping his fingers around your panties and pushing the tips into your core.

You had to grip onto his arms to keep yourself from falling. “Can I take you home? Please.”

Through the fog of ecstasy, his begging fueled a needy part of you that had you nodding in earnest.

And in a fumbling blur of groping palms and sloppy lips against your throat and lips, you were in his car, one clawed hand between your thighs and your half tipsy fingers trying to undo his belt as he drove the late night traffic.

You rocked your hips against his hand. Uncaring of the light pricking of his talons against the supple skin down there. Whining when he withdrew his fingers once, hissing softly. “Slowly.” The word rippled through the air in the car like a prayer. And you nodded, impatiently lifting your hips towards his hovering touch until your skin was flush with the rough pads of his fingers.

You ripped down his zipper once the belt was free and with a slight shift of his waist, the first cock slipped from its confined prison.

It was no wonder Xavier could pull climax after climax from you

You got brief glimpses during your sessions at the Hostel; but now you could finally see what has been ravaging your walls so perfectly for the past few months.

They were a pale green in color that deepened to a black at the very tip. Thickest around the middle, rolling into an oval peak that curved with a slight sharp summit. Near the base, just before the beginning of the steep slope of Xavier’s shaft- were numerous waxy spikes. But you don’t ever recall feeling these against your walls.

The very thought of them had your thighs closing around Xavier’s hand and the smirk he shot down at you was viciously wicked.

“The portal was always too small for me to fit both of them to the hilt.” He explained, rolling his hips so you managed to glimpse the second, larger, member still trapped in his pants. “I hope you don’t mind if I try tonight.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” You replied and Xavier’s next breath rattled on a hiss-like growl.

Your mouth was near watering as a bead of pre-cum appeared on the apex of his cock.

He was much thicker than you thought. And cool to the touch as you wrapped an experimental hand around the girthy middle.

A whisper of a grunt escaped from Xavier’s lips and you grinned at the sweet sound. “I always wondered what you would taste like.” You murmured. Tilting the rounded peak towards your lips, you gave the bead of pre-cum an experimental lick.

You felt the car jerk and Xavier’s hand fisted around the back of your head. Holding you above his bobbing length. You felt the tip of his claws scratch against your scalp and something deep within you bristled keenly at the sensation of your hair tangled between his fingers.

Your core fluttered around the empty space that now replaced Xavier’s hand. And you looked up at him from where he held you near his hips.

But he didn’t push you down or pull you away, instead held you a tortuous inch away from his cock.

“We should wait until we’re out of traffic.” Xavier breathlessly laughed. His pupils were blown wide. A black pool rimmed by gold. “I can’t concentrate if you use your mouth.”

You pouted but lifted your head further away from him. You felt no restriction, but his fingers stayed curled around your hair. “Can I stroke you at least?” You asked.

Xavier nodded. The passing street-lights flashed him briefly in pools of white. Giving you the illusion of a fanged nightmare looming over your bowed body.

“Slowly…Please.”

The manners felt like an after-thought. As if he just remembered he should be using them.

But you obliged his command with a slow drag of your hand along his shaft. The hard muscle barely gave way under your tight grip. And your palm found smaller, unseen nubs coating Xavier’s cock. They were much softer than the spines near his base, but nonetheless massaged your fingers in a way that felt very familiar.

Looking up at Xavier, you noticed the dazed look overcoming him. The traffic at this hour was near non-existent but you still felt you needed to help the poor Monster concentrate on getting you both home.

“Why do you visit the Hostel only on Fridays?” You asked, moving your hand in a continuous squeezing, slow motion.

“Lets call it a little treat for finishing the week.” Xavier grunted. The bob of his throat seemed to be caused by your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers. His breath hitching when you carefully scraped your nails along the second cocks firm spines. They felt…longer than what the first cock’s protrusions. And just a touch less pliable. “And a refreshing start to my weekend. Better than any stiff drink or spa-day.” He tried to joke, you knew he did. But with the heaviness layering his words, he sounded like he was spitting out his reply.

You hummed in agreement, resisting the urge to lick the thick teardrop of pre that was collecting on the valley of his slit. Instead you used it to wetten your palm so your hand stroked him more easily.

“I open my portal hours for longer durations for the same reason.” You told him. His cock throbbed in your hand, as if it grew more excited at the mention of the device. “You’re by far my favorite client. But being used late into the night by others does wonders after a stressful week.”

The hand around your hair tightened and your eyes watered in response. You peeked up at him, smirking when a passing light reflected off his ivory white fangs. “Don’t tell me you’re a jealous type.”

“I think territorial is more fitting with my kind.” Xavier nearly growled. Something whispered to you that he was restraining himself. And to calm him, you wrapped your other hand around the hilt of his shaft. Massaging the spines there while your first hand continued to stroke him.

“Is it horrible that I found that incredibly sexy?” You chuckled.

A shaking hiss whistled through Xavier’s jaw. His entire body seemed to vibrate against your waist. The thigh you were half draped over was as firm as a rock. “If I do start making you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.” He said and he tugged on your hair to ensure your attention was surely on him. “When I use your portal, I always make sure I don’t do anything I would need your permission to do. But now we’re together, if you’re ok with it, I would like to fuck you properly.” You nodded but Xavier’s eyes sharpened when they glanced down at you, pulling his attention away from the road for a second to drill in how serious he was being. “Use your words.”

“I’m more than comfortable with us experimenting my limits tonight.” You said in equal firmness. Stalling your curious playing so nothing separated you or him from this discussion. “If you want, we can use a safe-word. Or a color code to help with our comfort levels.”

Xavier nodded. The car began to slow down and you felt the dip and rise of him driving onto a sloped driveway. When Xavier parked the car and switched off the engine, he lifted you onto his lap. In one smooth motion- unclicking your seat-belt then looping his arm around your waist to drag you over so your thighs straddled his waist.

“I need you to hide this.” He said and bucked his hips up so the hard length pressed sharply against your core. His eyes fluttered close when your warm slick coated panties rubbed along him.

And you laughed softly when he continued to grind up against you. Rolling his head back against the seat while you took the opportunity to kiss and nip along his exposed throat. “You’re so warm.” Xavier murmured. His arms tightened around you, caging you against his chest. “You’re incredibly distracting. What were we doing again?” He attempted to joke again but the clouded expression of his portrayed just how reluctant he was to move.

You couldn’t complain either. You met every lazy twitch of his hips with an impatient jerk of yours. Angled as you were, you couldn’t press him against the part of you that was aching for friction. But the spines on his cock were at least giving you an electrifying ride.

“Xavier, please…” You whimpered. Burying your face into the hard nook of his neck. “Can we go inside already?”

His laugh felt like a drum-roll through your body. And he finally opened the car door and stepped out into the dimly lit driveway.

Xavier held you tight against his body. One hand possessively splayed over the expanse of your ass, holding you with ease against his chest. While still cradling your clothed pussy forcibly against his cock. Your dress pooled around your legs. Perfectly covering the sinful connection between your waists.

When he reached the front door of his home, Xavier pressed your back against the cool wood and trapped you there. He kissed you deeply while fumbling with his keys. His tongue sliding tenderly along yours, tasting and swiping until you felt him reach the back of your throat. Your eyes watered as you fought not to gag on the tickling sensation.

The teasing chuckle made you push down on his cock. Making his tongue falter and him stumble into the house when he managed to unlock the door.

His tail slammed the door shut behind him. The kiss continued, needy and passionate, until you had to break away to breathe. Xavier chased after you. Growling about not being done tasting you as he walked through the house to a dark room.

With a flick of his tail tip on the switch, the overhead lights blazed to life. Bathing you in a cozy orange light that started to warm your skin almost immediately.

Your back hit the bed a second later and Xavier made no hesitation in removing your clothes. His claws slipped under the skirt of your dress to first hook under the thin material of your panties. When they came free of your legs, Xavier brought them up to his nose and breathed in the wettened patch.

His eyes rolled close to the back of his head. Then they focused on you and he threw the bundle across the room.

“Your arousal is intoxicating.” Xavier hummed against the skin of your neck. There he licked and nipped, leaving the beginning of small bruises along your throat as he guided the straps of your dress over your shoulders. “The first time I smelled your pussy I couldn’t help but immediately taste you. And now I'm going to be lucky enough to have my sheets coated in your scent.”

He was massive on top of you. Half hanging off the side of the bed, his tail sweeping across the floor lazily while he impatiently dragged your dress away from your body. Your hands wandered just as eagerly as his. Sweeping down the hard curves of his sides. Following the sharp ridges of scales trailing down his back that then spread out into softer skin above his tail and belly.

With each layer of his clothes he removed, you tasted with your mouth. Finding sensitive spots only where the skin was pale and supple under your lips.

You excitedly found a collection of rounded scales patterning the ‘V’ of his hips. Creating a trail of smooth bumps that disappeared into soft flesh circling the hilt of his cocks. When you shoved his pants down his legs, his tail whipped back and forth to help wriggle himself out of the restrictive clothing.

“Green for keep going.” Xavier panted through a kiss that had you crushed against the bed. “Yellow for slow. Red for stop.”

It took you a second to understand what he was saying. The fog of ecstasy had taken away most of your thoughts. But when you connected the dots, you nodded.

Quickly adding words when he started to pull away. “Green!” You yanked him back down on top of you and with a hearty laugh, Xavier shoved you further up the bed. Crawling after you, he parted your legs with his mouth. Giving your folds a slow, heavy lick before continuing up along your stomach.

You spread your legs wider and Xavier took up the space between them. Taking no time to press his two lengths against your aching warmth. He sagged on top of you. His weight held aloft by his elbows on either side of your head.

“Is this a lizard thing?” You lightly teased. Moving your thighs to better accommodate the vast width of his waist and roll your hips against the throbbing peaks. He shuddered above you. Frozen against your pussy. “Is it my pussy or the warmth?”

“Both.” He rasped. “H-human holes are..fuck..are unfairly addicting. And with your warm-blood, I instinctually want to be pressed against you all the time.”

As if to concrete his words, Xavier lowered his body until you were completely enveloped by him. His weight pressing down against you until you felt every breath he took. Every twitch and subtle jerk of his hips rubbing the pebbles of pre-cum through your folds.

You moaned against his chest when the textured underside of his cock nudged against your clit.

The two of you stayed like this until you were whining for him to go faster. “I'm close.” You gasped and Xavier hissed when he pulled away. Drawing himself up to sit on his calves, kneeling between your thighs while his hands trailed his claws down your sides. Making you squirm and wriggle until his palms locked around your hips and dragged you to settle on the slope of his thighs.

You relaxed your legs on either side of his waist. Whimpering when his fingers explored the crevasse of your core. Pushing the tips of his fingers inside you to massage your walls, gently spreading you until your breath left your lungs in heated pants.

“Color?” Xavier asked. Sounding as winded as you felt while he stretched you with his hand.

“G-Green.” You replied, unable to look away from where his cocks lay sprawled against your hip. Xavier had to move them to the side so he could watch his knuckles disappear into your velvety walls.

It felt crowded between your legs. But Xavier made no move to shift you. Keeping you flush against his hips.

That is until he wrapped a tight fist around his first cock and lifted himself to angle his hips towards your pussy. Your breath froze in your chest. Your eyes wide in anticipation as Xavier probed your entrance with his rounded peak.

Your head rolled back against the mattress- eyes fluttering close as your walls began to stretch to accommodate him. There wasn't a heavy burn. Just a sweet familiar ache that swept through your core and up along your lower back. Sparks began to sizzle along your skin when the thickest part of him pushed past your entrance.

Xavier watched you with a searing intensity. Aiding the careful glide of his length with devastating precision. When your walls spasmed, Xavier stalled and coaxed your calm forward with a brush of his thumb against your clit.

When your breathing evened, Xavier would move again. His hips pulsated with gentle thrusts until you felt the first row of spines jab at your soft skin.

When the prodding sensation prickled your flesh, your hands flew to latch around Xavier’s wrists. Helping ground you to the unusual feeling.

Xavier immediately stopped. Eyes heavy and lidded, but violently focused.

“O-Orange.” You managed to push the word through your leaded tongue.

Xavier nodded and drew out of you until only the head of his cock remained smothered by your heated body. “During our sessions together, I didn’t want to use them without your permission.” His voice sounded like a thundercloud in his throat. The sharp hiss of lightning sharpening each word. “They won’t hurt-”

“It’s n-not that.” You said. Cutting off his worried explanation. “They just felt weird. It surprised me.” You looked up from where the two of you were connected. His pale skin gleamed with your slick and you noticed that the small nubs were deeper in color now. Looking swollen against Xavier’s smooth length. “Green.”

Xavier sank into you in one smooth glide. And your back arched off the bed- a gasp breaking from your chest.

“Sorry.” Xavier whispered. So devastatingly focused on the last two inches that had yet to slip inside you. He held himself there while your walls attempted to suck him in. Greeding begging for him to go deeper.

“I want to be sure you’re comfortable taking these.”

You knew it was sweet. In the back of your mind, you appreciated this Monster and his cautious behavior.

But holy fuck, you wanted him to pound you into this bed. You were sure he could break this it if he unleashed himself fully onto you.

With a soft murmur, Xavier pushed against your heat and your eyes flew open when the first spines scraped past your entrance. It was a strange sensation. And every time Xavier moved, you felt him grinding against your walls. The protrusions gave way enough that the sharp peaks didn’t harm you. But caused just enough pressure that by the time Xavier was flush against your hole; you were trembling under his hands.

“F-Fuck…” The curse fell from Xavier’s lips like a prayer. His back was arched over you, lips occasionally brushing your brow every time Xavier rolled his hip. You had to bend your head back to kiss him. Sloppy and breathless, trying to ground yourself so you didn't fall too soon. “Color?”

“Green.” You said against his throat. Whimpering when he started to pull out. “Please, I’m so close…”

“I know baby~” Xavier hissed, trembling above you. Shoulders tight, muscles coiled as he braced himself against every slow curl of his hips that buried him snugly against your body. “Hold on for a little longer. And then I want you cumming on my cock as many times as you need.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Using him as an anchor while he slowly picked up speed. But you felt his impatience breaking his resolve. And the second Xavier realized you were taking him without any resistance, a ruthless pace was set.

Your body was rocked with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixing with your pitched cries as you clawed his back. Burying your nails into the nooks of his scales.

Xavier hissed above you, leaning low over your body in a possessive crouch of pleasure that made the bed creak with his rhythm. Your body tried to writhe, pressing your breasts against his cool skin as a searing pleasure flamed through your core.

His second cock bounced against your ass. A heavy weight that pressed against your cheeks and was crushed by his balls swinging in motion to his body.

And then you were undone. A strangled cry, muffled by Xavier’s chest, echoed through the room and Xavier’s chuckle was dark and vicious.

“That’s it.” He whispered between thrusts. Each slam of his hips now produced a wet, slick sound. “Such a good girl for me. Letting me use you like this. I knew you could take all of me. But now I need to stuff you properly.”

Xavier’s pace shifted, slowing into a lazy grind. He lifted himself off of you, just enough that he could move his legs and let your body fall to the bed completely. You felt a wet patch meet your skin but your mind was too dazed to care.

Then he reached between your driving bodies to adjust the angle of the second cock.

“Color?” The question was carried on silk wrapped around iron. Steady, but restrained.

“Green.” You told him. Beginning to find your focus again as you felt the heavy weight push against your entrance, bumping against the already stuffed hole. “A-Actually, orange.”

The eager prodding slowed. And Xavier leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss so tender your head spun. “Good girl.”

You forced your back to lie flat against the bed. Relaxing your muscles while the second cock massaged to stretch your walls. Xavier’s tongue did wonders to distract you. Carving a path down your chin, to your throat, brushing the sharp curves of his fangs against your jugular. Where you could feel your racing heart-beat against the thrilling presence of his maw.

You felt him apply pressure but then stopped. A heart-beat passed and his voice rumbled through your skin.

“Color?”

You smiled and tilted your chin up, “Green.”

The growl came from deep within his chest. And your body shivered on a gasp as his lips encased your throat between his fangs. He bit down gently. Applying just enough force that your skin prickled with discomfort but no pain.

Growing impatient, Xavier adjusted his legs and angled your hip to meet the slow push of his next thrust. He lifted your hips off the bed, driving in the head of his length until it popped inside your warm embrace.

The pressure of him filling you made something in you snap again and this time, your breath rattled on a groan-like whimper of his name.

Xavier’s purr was dark and triumphant. His teeth still possessively locked around your throat, he shifted his legs again. Spreading them further apart so he had a deeper angle to drive down into you until your ass was smooshed against the bed.

Tears blurred your vision. But you didn't stop him. Spilling murmured nonsense into the humid air while he set a brutally shallow pace. Burying inch after inch each time his hips swooped down to meet yours.

You were helpless beneath him. Sprawled open by his knees against your thighs. His left hand was locked on your waist to keep you still while you were stretched to your limits.

Xavier dragged the back of his knuckles along your arm. Gently pulling your grasping hand away from his body to rest against the bed above your head. His fingers slid between yours. Tangling your hand with his and you felt him squeeze your warm palm twice.

You mimicked the pressure. Sighing a long shaky breath at the first sharp touch of his thicker cock’s spines.

“Green.” You said before Xavier could pull away. You felt his lips curl in a smile and his body tensed above you. His back coiled like a spring, carefully restraining himself as he sank the last few inches into you.

Another climax ripped through your exhausted body and your thighs locked against his legs. Trembling and shaking, boneless under him while he buried himself until nothing was left between the two of you.

“You stretch so deliciously for me.” Xavier whispered into your skin. Nipping his way to your lips to bruise them in a kiss. Hungrily taking the taste of your tongue with his until your hand squeezed his fingers. Begging for breath. “Now consider my next words carefully- can I breed you” The words were said in a voice as velvety as dark chocolate.

Asked so plainly your befuddled mind didn’t realize he had asked it until he nipped your throat, yanking a startled yelp out of you.

“W-What?”

“Can I breed you?” He asked again. Said more softly but nonetheless just as serious. “When I use your portal, I only ever ejaculated out of one cock. The larger one secretes thicker semen. It feels indescribably good to ejaculate with it. But if I do that, I will want to keep you full of it. Instincts.” He said as if it explained everything clearly. “And because I…I might have a thing for it.”

You laughed quietly and relaxed your head against the pillows behind you. You hadn’t realized how far up the bed your thrusting bodies had climbed until you felt the doughy embrace.

“You can breed me.” You said quietly, the words sounding foreign on your tongue. “And please, fuck me as roughly as you do when you use my portal.”

Xavier’s smile was as eager as it was wicked.

He nuzzled roughly against your neck, a purr rattling your ribs as he crawled his way up your body until he was stretched over you like a living roof. Properly prone, your face nestled between the plates of his pectoral scales. And when he pressed his body against yours, the bundle of scales above his hips aligned deliciously with your clit.

So when he jerked his hips experimentally, your pitched gasp wasn’t just from his cocks spearing a deep part of you. But also the sharp twinge of pleasure from the grinding bumps over your sensitive nub.

Xavier halted. Stomach hard like a brick wall. “Color?” He asked. His cheek resting on a pile of pillows just above your head.

“Green.”

You barely finish the word before the coils in Xaver’s body sapped. And what you thought before of his rough pounding, was now thrown out the window. Replaced with the snap of his hips that was so devastating- so powerful -enough to drag your body up with him after every recoil.

A strangled scream tangled with the messy sounds of your sex. Skin slapping skin, slick with sweat and nectar from your centre with the profounding crack of his balls striking your ass. Each merciless curve of Xaveri’s hips felt precisioned to hit against the perfect spot. He was unrelenting. Ruthless with each strike.

Your walls were ravaged by the spines. Massaged and soothed by the small nubs before the sharp scrape of the hilts drove your walls into a furious flutter. Every time you clamped down, Xavier would groan and his rhythm would falter. For every deep thrust- he had to rut once so your walls wouldn’t lock him inside you.

The inter-changing pace unravelled guttural whimpers and bubbling moans from deep within your chest. You clung to him. Squeezing your interlocked fingers so tightly it hurt. His claws left marks on your skin.

His grip around your waist promised a belt of bruises for the following morning. All the while Xavier buried his face into the pillows. His snarls sounded like distant thunder as he took what he wanted from you.

You weren’t sure if the continuous grind of his pelvis against your clit was deliberate, but fuck, did it feel like he had control over every aspect of your pleasure.

As tears pooled from your eyes and your thighs cramped around his waist, your final climax crumbled your mind. Wave after wave of fiery heat blazed through you, convulsing your walls and suffocating Xavier between your pooling sex.

Xavier was unrelenting. The slam of his thrusts caused your breaths to turn to broken cries until his body coiled. Muscles tightening until it felt like he’d snap beneath your fingers- and you felt his cocks throb, pulsate and then spill a globulous liquid deep inside you.

Your eyes widened, startled by the flood of cool fluid that bathed your tinging walls like a soothing balm. Xavier’s roar shattered through his throat.. His tail whipped above your bodies like a mindless snake, whistling through the air with every stuttering thrust from Xavier’s hips.

You could only lay there, trapped and made from puddy, as Xavier milked himself between your legs. He had released your hand, his claws buried into the blanket to keep from crushing your fingers between his. But you kept your hand wrapped around his wrist. Squeezing him, helping anchor him as he chased the pleasure into a blind haze.

“Yes, yes! Such a good girl for me. I’ll fill you up so good. Make you leak with my seed…A-AH!” You felt his cocks twitch and then a second wave of cool liquid joined the first. Your walls swelled to accommodate the load and you whimpered when the hooks buried themselves into your entrance. Nothing that would cause pain, but the unsettling feeling of being locked together was alien.

“Hmm, feels so good- let me cum again. Just once more.” How could you say no to such a gravelly tone? Pitched at the end by a whine- desperate and pained.

“I need you again, Xavier.” You dragged your free hand up along his chest. Rubbing your palm against the soft skin under his jaw to then scratch your way down to where your clit was grinding against his small cluster of scales. “I can fit one more load in me. Come on, baby.”

A trembling hiss rippled from Xavier’s chest but your words fueled his hips into moving again. The rhythm was lazy this time. His hips trembled with overexertion. His breathing ragged, a string of praises tumbling from his lips as you rolled in tandem with him.

“That’s it, Xavier. Cum for me, baby.”

“A-Ah!” The splintered shout carried a hiss that made your hairs stand on end. But you ignored your fluttered pulse and traced the flexing muscles that clenched and relaxed with each lethargic spurt of his finish.

“Good boy.” You murmured to him. Pressing open mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of his chest and belly. Anywhere you could reach, you licked and worshipped. “Hmm, I'm so full. Fuck, Xavier…”

You finally allowed your body to relax. Sprawling over the expanse of the bed, wincing at your cramping thighs that refused to settle properly against Xavier’s crouched position.

Panting, Xavier lifted himself up enough to hunch over and sloppily kiss you. He cupped the side of your face, his palm encompassing your head as he eased you both down from your highs.

“That was…unreal.” He murmured against your puffy lips. “Unforutnately, we’ll be stuck like this for a while.” He gave his hips an experimental tug but his cocks were buried firm. You chuckled and petted a hand down your stomach, where a small bulge had now grown from the weight settled there.

“That’s ok. I need a breather.” You said. And Xavier tilted your chin so your eyes returned to his.

They were soft, searching your face. “What’s wrong?” You asked. Suddenly paranoid.

“Nothing! Nothing, I just…” A sound low in his throat made his lips vibrate when he kissed you again. “You can stay the night if you want.” Was all he said. But his eyes were conveying something else. Possibly something you were both thinking, but you weren’t going to ruin a perfectly good night by saying something stupid.

“Where’d that confidence go?” You teasingly asked. Stroking a knuckle along his jaw. “Don’t tell me I fucked the sexy lawyer out of you.”

Xavier laughed, jostling your swollen core, making you both gasp. He quickly quietened himself. Burying his face into the crook of your neck out of embarrassment.

“Ugh, do not tell Joane that you sucked the smart-ass out of me. She’d never let me live it down.”

You scoffed a laugh, pretending to be insulted. “Are you seriously talking about another woman while still balls deep inside me?”

Xavier’s eyes sparkled like polished treasure. “You spoke about other Monster’s fucking you while my cock was in your hand!” He countered. “Count it as even.”

You tried to continue being petty, but you couldn't help but laugh. Having to stop rather quickly when a shiver of overstimulation sizzled through your skin.

“Alright, alright. Stop making me laugh.” You sighed and rested back against the pillows. Xavier shifted a few more around you to create a comfortable nest of support against your body. “So…how long does this normally last?”

Xavier winced. Tickling his claws along the area that was now swollen and red from the small marks he left on your hip. “A..A few hours.”

You gawked up at him. Then very lightly chuckled. “Guess I am staying here. I hope you don’t mind a needy cuddler. That’s my only demand as after-care.”

Xavier rested his head above yours. The brush of his lips against the crown of your head made you shiver. And his arms wrapped around you. Carefully pulling you flush against his body. “As long as you don’t mind us sleeping with me still inside you. My little demand as after-care.”

You shifted your hips and was rewarded by a throaty moan from Xavier. “Am I at risk of being bred again?”