The cell’s soft lighting had dimmed to a bruised violet, the holo-jungle cycling through pre-dawn mist. My pulse hammered in my ears, a dull throb that matched the slow clench of K-19’s slit around my spent c**k. We hadn’t moved much since the second round; he’d taken me in his mouth, careful and deliberate, fangs grazing but never breaking, then flipped us so I was sprawled on the shredded couch while he rode me reverse, claws braced on my thighs, slit swallowing me to the root until I saw stars.
Now he lay half on top of me, one scaled leg hooked over mine, his head on my chest. His tongue traced idle circles around my n****e, tasting the salt of dried sweat and c*m. The air smelled like s*x and crushed orchids, thick enough to chew.
“Eli,” he murmured, voice a low rumble against my sk
