Page 73 of Solivagant

My head dropped, looking under me to see it.

Fuck, where had he been hiding that?

He was large, so I’d have expected his dick to be the same, but that was altogether monstrous in more than just size.

It was dark red, and easily longer and thicker than my forearm, with two thick bulbs stacked over each other at the base of it. Glowing silver fluid was already leaking steadily from the tip.

I tried to widen my stance, to give myself a little more room between where his cock pressed at the underside of mine, but the jeans still bundled at my knees served as restraints, keeping my legs closed tight.

“Fuck!”

His tail tightened on my thigh, then those slick blubs popped out from between my legs only to push back in again as he rutted against me.

Fuuuck.

Why did that feel good?

He kept doing it, his thrusts getting faster and harder. I yanked his horn harder, and he snarled in response, increasing his efforts.

If that thing were inside me, it would be absolutely rearranging my guts and splitting me in half. But the slick friction of it sliding against my own dick and stomach was better than I’d ever admit.

His chest rumbled in another growl, the vibrations somehow traveling straight down my spine and reaching my cock.

I was almost disappointed as I felt the hold of his tail loosen, unraveling from my leg. But then I realized where it was going, weaving between us until it started to circle his dick and mine together, providing even more friction.

“Fuck, Tusks!”

His claws dug into my skin. His hips worked faster.

We were both grunting and groaning, rutting against each other like beasts in the mud.

It had been far too fucking long since my dick had seen any sort of action, and I roared as my pleasure reached a peak, my cum joining the glowing mess his dick continued to produce as his tail spread both our fluids down our lengths.

He took much longer, his thrusts continuing to get harder and faster. His tongue explored my neck, beard, and cheek before pressing at the seam of my lips. I opened on instinct, and he was quick to invade the new space.

He skipped exploration and went straight for conquest as his tongue pressed at the back of my throat and I gagged around him. My cock fired again.

The rumbling in his chest got louder. Then those bulbs expanded, swelling as small flexible spines shot out over his length and glowing cum poured out of him, covering my stomach, shirt, and the ground beneath us.

Only when he was finished did his tongue withdraw from my throat, and I sucked in greedy gulps of air.

The hold he had on me shifted, then he was turning me onto my back on top of the mess we’d just made.

A wet tail swished happily behind him as he looked down at me with a smile in his eyes.

I could barely grasp everything that had just happened in my mind before his head lowered and his tongue wrapped around my oversensitive dick.

“Ah, fuck. Watch the teeth,” I warned.

He licked up the mess until it was too much, my hand coming down to push at his head to get him to stop.

He growled.

“Enough.”

His lip pulled up in a snarl, and for a moment I thought he might continue anyway. But he slowly lifted off.

His dick had already half retracted back into his body. I watched with weird fascination as the rest of it disappeared into long black fur.