I turned around like he told me to, palms pressed into the rough stone, heart hammering in my chest. My ass was bare, slick from the lube he’d already smeared on me, and I could feel the heat of his body behind me before he even touched me.
“Good soldier,” Zerith murmured, voice like gravel, like he owned me already. His big hands spread me open, and I flinched when his thumb brushed my rim. “Look at you. All soft and ready for me. I could split you in two with this c**k, and you’re still shaking to get it inside.”
“Shut the f**k up,” I hissed, though my voice cracked traitorously.
His tail snaked low, wrapping around my c**k again, squeezing and stroking. I bit back a moan.
“Say it,” he demanded, pressing the thick, blunt head of his c**k against me. The heat of it was obscene, the si
