“Think you could take a break for a little R&R?”
Azra flushes scarlet. “Y-you...” She looks down, then brushes back the hair that inevitably falls over her eyes. Her voice hisses out in disbelief, “Right now?”
“Right now,” you answer.
The armored suula nods obediently. “Of course, Captain- I mean, Sol!” A pneumatic hiss signals the door’s closure once Azra punches the button, giving you absolute privacy. She rises, wings fluttering behind her. The shark-like woman towers over you. It would be imposing if she didn’t so obviously care for your well-being. “God, I’ll never get used to this,” Azra admits, tugging at her armor’s fasteners. “Here I am, trying so hard to get work done instead of thinking about you until I ruin another pair of panties, and you just waltz in, ready to give me all I need and more.” She smiles warmly at you. “How do you want to fuck me?”
The golden-scaled suula’s crotch guard thumps into the ground heavily. You note that she’s not wearing any panties.
“In the shower, just like the first time.”
Azra’s tail sways behind her. “Then I’d better hurry off to get the water running, hadn’t I?” She prances toward the bathroom, stopping to lean on the doorframe as she looks back, all smiles. “Ooooh, it’ll be like roleplay!”
You nod to the turned-on shark, and she vanishes into the bathroom. Idly toying with yourself, you wait a minute for her to get the water going, just like the first time. This is going to be fun...
You step into the steam-filled bathroom. A shower-fuck is just what you need.
Silhouetted through the shower’s privacy field is Azra, completely nude and aroused, if the pixelated distention emerging from her crotch is any indication. Azra is hung. It’s big enough for her to give Kiro a run for her money. The things that could do to a more modestly proportioned individual....
The privacy field tingles against your blue skin as you step through, filling your ears with static and your mind with anticipation for the sights beyond. Fully inside, you open your eyes to find Azra looming over you. She’s naked. Completely naked, from head to toe. You can see everything without distraction. Silence reigns as you each take a moment to appreciate the other’s body.
Azra’s cock is big enough that it nearly stabs you in the chest. The bulbous, shiny crown is ringed by a tiny tentacles that stroke and slither across the water-moistened flesh. One curls out to caress your hand-filling mammaries, leaving you inexplicably flushed in its wake. Just beneath is a smooth, hairless ballsack, stretched taut by the two softball-sized testes inside. She’s got a pussy somewhere back there too. You can smell a hint of it lingering under the scent of soap and suula. It’s a musky, sweetened with a vaguely peachy aroma that has you licking your lips.
You are so distracted by the sexual cornucopia in front of you that you don’t even have time to look at the pillowy mountains above, capped by the golden points of her nipples, not until their incessant jiggling draws your eyes upward. The journey across her belly is delightful, revealing a middle gently padded by years of well-lived yet unmarred by blemish. Then there’s Azra’s underboob; a titanic shelf with waterfalls of pure water spilling through the cleavage. It’s gorgeous.
Powerful arms sweep you up into their embrace. Onyx lips press to yours in a fiery kiss made all the warmer by the shower’s heat. As your eyes drift closed, you can see Azra’s do the same. Just like you, she’s revelling in the touches, delighting in the tender embrace. You grab hold of her back and pull her tighter, chest to chest. Long moments pass as your tongues twist. Hers is long and nimble, just like yours, the better to coil against your probing muscle and snare it in its spit-slick grip.
When your lips part, you’re both gasping for breath, your bodies hot, your crotches aching with need. Azra opens her violet eyes, and gives you a soulful stare. Something wiggly and tingly brushes by your pudgy belly, again and again. Each time, you feel a little hotter, a little wetter, a little harder. Azra’s big, drippy suula cock is rubbing against you, the tendrils leaving a little extra venom behind each time. Her eyebrows crease in worry, but her blushing face radiates pure excitement. She looks at your crotch, then at you. A single question is all she asks: “How do you want to do this?”
[[Fuck Her Cunt]]
“I want to fuck you.” You slide a hand under her balls to feel the sopping-wet folds of her pussy. “Right here.”
Azra gasps on contact, eyelashes fluttering. “Oh... that sounds nice.” She shifts her hips unconsciously, grinding the sensitive cunt into your palm. Her hands fall on your shoulders. “You’ll need a condom, though.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” Azra’s tail lashes back and forth excitedly behind her, thumping powerfully into the narrow walls. “You’re not my stud yet, Captain.” She winks playfully at you, then she kisses you hard. “But if you fuck half as well as you kiss, you might convince me yet.” Another soul-searing kiss is thrust upon you. All the while, Azra’s hips wiggle in small circles against your questing digits, drenching your fingertips in a much slicker liquid than shower water. A condom is pressed into your other hand as the kiss breaks. “Suit up.”
You line the condom up with one of your cum-bubbling cocks, but Azra grabs your package and yanks a more suitably-sized dick up to bat. “This one.” She squeezes it gently. “I want this one.”
On contact with your point, the plastic sheath buckles and unfurls automatically, spooling out to perfectly encapsulate the tip. It waits there. You’re just about to roll it the rest of the way down when Azra stops you.
“Let me,” she says, shifting so that her drooling pussy is an inch away from impaling itself. “Watch.” Gingerly, she lowers herself over your latex-ensconced rod, stopping to moan as the feeling of that first inch slipping inside overwhelms her. “Wow... it’s... nice.” She whimpers. “Nothing feels quite like a real cock.” The suula arches her back, breasts bouncing, rubbing a nipple into your face. Meanwhile, her exposed cock leaks a stream of pre across your uncovered base. Something inside her goes wild. Dozens of wiggly appendages are caressing your tip, sliding down your shaft. Then you feel the condom rolling down the rest of the way, pushed by those same tendrils, sealing Azra’s pre-jizz inside like some kind of perverse marinade.
Suula pussies must come with little tentacles, just like their dicks, and Azra’s must be exceedingly talented to so expertly wrap you the rest of the way. The condom zips tight a second later, the base adhering to lock it in place. There’s no chance of leakage - not Azra’s sealed-in pre, nor your own ejaculate. Unless you inflate the prophylactic with enough cum to burst it, you won’t be impregnating anyone.
The clingy warmth of Azra’s pussy erases any concerns about where your seed is going to travel. It’s pleasure and contentment in equal parts, gliding along on a curtain of liquid excitement. When she bottoms out, the tendrils twirl and constrict, clutching at your base. The edges touch the skin of your pudgy middle. In their wake, there’s a subtle buzz irritation followed by a sudden spike in your lust, making you swell bigger and harder inside her.
“Now let me,” you say, gently pressing her back against the wall. Feeling her cunt slip halfway off your dick, you respond by thrusting forward powerfully, taking her back to the hilt. Violent spasms wrack the tentacles inside. They flail across your turgid flesh in uncontrolled ardor.
“Oh-Okay!” Azra half-gasps, half-moans. Her tail slams into the wall, knocking a wave of water droplets free from where hung. She grabs hold of your butt, fingertips kneading it imploringly, helping you to grind it against her lust-swollen pubic mound. More pre bursts out of the tip of her cock, showering across your nice breasts. Maybe your body is putting too much pressure on her balls, squeezing the juices right out of her. Then again, maybe the motherly suula is just that into it. If she had a problem with her nuts being sandwiched between your bellies, she wouldn’t be urging you onward.
You nearly stumble backward when one of her tits slaps into your face, smothering you in gold-hued softness. It’s big enough to block out the light - big enough to press down on your cheeks from either side. Once your brain catches up to Azra’s body, you fuck her extra hard, enjoying the feeling of her plush bosom wobbling around your face. When a nipple slips across your cheek, you turn grab it, favoring it with swirling strokes of your tongue and gentle suckles.
It isn’t the warmth or the steam that surprises you most about fucking in the shower; it’s how loud it is. Individual sounds rebound inside the enclosed space, and your soaked bodies slap together in obscene punctuations of carnal lust. Azra squeaks too. Her voice has a strange sort of musicality to it, almost a chirp. You drive into her harder, just to hear her make that sound again, and it works. Azra loses all control over her vocal cords, yielding them to your thrusting, cunt-pounding control.
You bang the soaking shark harder and faster. Her wings quiver against the waterproofed walls. Her dick flops, spurting enough pre to shine your paunched belly. She looks at you with intense, wide eyes, almost as if she can’t believe what she’s doing - or what she’s feeling. The muscles in her thighs dance as she tries and fails to control herself, but you’re there to give her the fucking she needs, even when her cunt goes wild and clamps down, hard.
Azra screams, “Just like that! Ohhh! Yessss!” and her dick flexes. The thick tube of suula meat plumps, the urethra bulging with an enormous load of soon to be wasted seed. She grabs onto you for dear life, and her wings wrap around your back, trapping you inside her as she climaxes. Her spooge-spurting dick slides up and down your pre-painted chest, spilling what feels like gallons of creamy goo. Some deflects off your chin, but most bubbles up to cascade across your pecs like a pearlescent wave. “Too much!” she cries, moments before her cunt seizes you once more.
Where fucking Azra’s torrid cunt is concerned, there is no such thing as “too much,” not when it feels this good. Not when her alien cock is erupting like a geyser, the aphrodisiac-laden tentacles chemically forcing you to become every bit as excited as she is. Her expression is one of depraved bliss. Her tongue drools out. Her eyelashes flutter. Best of all is the way she can’t seem to hold still, like the pleasure coursing through tugs her thoughts back and forth along the path of your pistoning rod.
You can feel yourself sweating from the effort of slamming yourself into her, but the act itself is as natural as breathing. You’re vaguely aware of how the muscles in your thighs burn when pounding Azra’s ass into the wall, cognizant of the slow buildup of lactic acid eating into your endurance.
It’s worth it to see the suula’s passions overwhelm her and to feel her alien cunt go wild.
Looking at Azra now, with her hair slicked back by the water and her typically measured expression replaced by one of pure ecstasy, she’s more beautiful than you’ve ever seen her. She whimpers imploringly, begging you to join her, and you realize just how close you are to your own peak by the way your wyrm-prick spasms inside her. Convulsions course from your testicles to your reptilian crown, uncontrolled and increasingly potent. You slip past the point of no return and let it happen, fucking Azra’s sloppy cunt all the way into your own climax.
Everything whites in and out of existence except Azra and her golden slit. Euphoria puddles inside you to be vented out in bolts of pure cock-constricting bliss. You press into Azra as your strength flees you, escaping in virile spurts, leaving nothing but exhaustion and contentment in its wake. She nuzzles back against you, her dick still leaking, still drooling hot semen across your body. You sink down together, letting the water slowly wash away the fluid proof of your spent passions, luxuriating in the mere presence of the other.
Azra bends low to kiss you. “Easy Cap’n. Suula venom is strong stuff.” Her angular snout nuzzles into the nape of your neck. “I didn’t want to, but sometimes it just happens in the moment. Even hits me too.” She peppers you with kisses.
You pat her acceptingly. “No harm done.”
Sliding out reveals a very, very well-lubed condom - and the balloon attached to the end of it. There’s so much goo packed inside that you wonder how it all fit inside Azra. It seems like an endless hose, stuffed to the brim with ivory cum. At a certain point, the remaining jism is forced out by Azra’s muscles to join the balloon outside her. You both ogle the titanic load of sperm. It’s immense, big enough that the condom covers Azra’s knees and your scaly legs.
“That’s why I don’t skimp on quality condoms, Sol.” The suula smiles, rubbing your member. “No accidents, even if I’m dating a kui-tan.”
The satisfied suula taps the condom near the base, and it abruptly releases, slipping off you with ease. Azra catches it and knots the end to trap your juices inside. “I think the plants we rescued from Mhen’ga need this more than either of us, don’t you agree?”
You do, and after rolling it into the corner, you finally get to take a proper shower with your crew’s botanist.
“I want your pussy on my pussy,” you pant, rubbing yourself one handed while the other explores the dewy treasure behind the angelic shark-girl’s balls.
Azra’s eyes twinkle happily. “Of course.” She wistfully pushes away your hand and settles down to the ground. “I hope you don’t mind being on top...” The nine-foot tall shark rolls onto her side and lifts a thick-thighed leg high to properly expose her golden slit. “I’d hate to fall on you.”
You climb onto the excited suula like an explorer summiting a mountain. From the slow-spreading blush and the newly revealed plumpness of her pussy, it seems she likes being on the bottom more than she lets on. You tell her as much.
“Maybe I just like you,” Azra retorts, openly eyefucking you. Her eyes linger on your members, traversing the lengths of turgid flesh with rapt attention. There may be some truth to her statement.
You spread your legs to make cunt-to-cunt contact possible. Azra is breathing heavily, and now that the moment of contact is almost upon you, looks up to meet your gaze. She’s chewing nervously on her lip, eyebrows creased in worry. Smiling reassuringly back, you pat her squishy belly affectionately. “Relax,” you coo. “This is going to be great.”
Azra nods tentatively. “O-okay.” She grabs her ankle and lifts it higher, “I’m ready.” After a second of consideration, she adds. “Take me.”
You’ve waited long enough for this. Sinking down, you ease your cunts into contact with Azra’s demurely dripping pussy. First contact is an electric sizzling through your nerves, and as you squish down harder, pressing folds into folds, that simmering pleasure transitions into boiling-hot lust. You can feel her clit tremble against your cunt while your clitties take turns slipping over her silken mound. She’s wet, not just from water. Azra is so turned on that her pussy literally drools. You can feel it, oozing between you in a lubricating curtain.
Azra squirms beneath your slits, overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through her feminine flesh. Her dick, flopped to the side, stiffens as her own movements stimulate her further. You’re able to watch it grow as you continue to grind your pussies together, stiffening and throbbing. It leaks pre everywhere it goes, and after watching it for a minute, never letting up, you realize you can use her cock as a barometer for how good you’re making her feel.
When Azra’s swelling clit slips into one of your pussies, her fat cock all but gushes pre onto her belly. When your motions carry you off-base, it flops onto her tummy. When you return, its own mounting engorgement lifts it clean off her belly, defying its own tumescent weight to stand at attention for your efforts. In no time at all, you have her crying out as her dick spews load after load worth of pre-cum onto her tits. Azra is a messy, messy girl. Her cunt oozes, filling the air with a smell halfway between feminine musk and the sweetest peaches this side of the galactic core, and her dick never wants to stop drooling.
Sex-juices are everywhere. It’s a challenge to keep from slipping onto the soaked shark-girl. No wonder she was worried about falling down. You grab one cushy hip for stability, relying on her pliant flesh to stabilize your position in spite of the water, pussy-juice, and phallic excitement covering it. It’s better than nothing.
Azra whines in the back of her throat as you grind away, and something changes, down below. Miniature tentacles emerge from her cunt to prod at your own. Their slick, tubular shapes add a new level of texture to the sordid lesbian intercourse that drives you to press ever harder against Azra. One hooks around one of your buttons, and you nearly cum. When it lets go, the feeling doesn’t go away. That clit feels flushed and hot, like it’s glowing with the potential to set off a mind-shattering orgasm. For that matter, your cunts are hotter too. Slowing your twitching hips doesn’t help. Once her tendrils touch a place, they leave behind a red-hot furnace of lust.
“Sorry!” Azra whines, pumping her lap lust-mad cunt against you. “I couldn’t hold it them in!” She whimpers, and an eruption of pure alabaster sprays onto her tits. “They were stinging me soooo muuuuuch!” The siren’s cock goes off like a geyser, spraying lances of jizz every which way. “Ohhhh-god-I-can’t-stop-cumming!” Jizz splatters Azra’s hair. It rains over her shoulders and drenches her prodigious bosom faster than the water can wash it away. Rivers of pearl slough off her side to flow toward the drain, but the flow thickens with every passing second.
Maybe you should mind that her gushing cunny is dosing you with enough aphrodisiacs to make an elephant spontaneously orgasm, but it’s hard to be mad when she’s got it so much worse than you. Watching her dick unload rapid-fire squirts is enough to make you whimper in anticipation. You’re so close yourself.
Azra loses her mind to pleasure. She screams herself hoarse while her hands roughly maul her tits. One finds her nipple and mercilessly tugs it. On the other side, her fingers clench into a boob-filled claw, spasmodically twitching.
You grab her dick in one hand, miraculously keeping your balance. You intended to jerk it off, but the feeling of it rhythmically pulsing, expanding, and unloading stops you in your tracks. It’s like holding onto a perverted firehose. You do your best to aim it at Azra’s chest, sliming her hands as they work over her big, motherly shark-tits. Then you find yourself stroking it, pumping it along to the rhythm of your hips. You hear your voice cooing encouragingly, telling Azra to squirt out every drop, your thumb sliding back and forth across her spunk-inflated urethra.
It isn’t the motion of Azra’s hips that brings you off, nor is it the syrupy lubrication she all but bathes your crotch in. It’s when three of the mischievous little tentacles grab one of your clits at once and thrash all over it. You go from sharing blissful friction with Azra to arching your back and howling like a banshee, your fingers spasming around Azra’s dick in a way that makes the cum-cascade sputter in a staccato rhythm. You hardly care, not when you go wild, throwing your head back and crushing your clitties into Azra’s lower lips.
You lose track of everything but the pleasure coursing through you. Your cunts are a nexus of erotic bliss, firing mind-blanking bolts of ecstasy up your spine one after another. You’re dimly aware of hot blobs of alabaster cum landing everywhere.
Everything is friction and pleasure and liquid enjoyment coursing across erotically-charged flesh. You writhe, gushing fiercely, and give yourself over to the pleasure. It carries you along on pussy-shaped ebbs and swells that go on without number or end.
You cum too in a pool of mixed cum, your legs tangled in with your suula lover. She’s groggy and trying to push herself up, but her noodly arms keep giving out. On seeing you rising, she smiles tiredly. “Sorry about the venom.” She wipes some jizz off her face. “We’re supposed to be able to control it, but during sex...” Azra trails off, then shrugs. “I guess I’m just excitable.”
You laugh. She gave you one hell of a memorable orgasm. Or was that orgasms? It was either a super-long orgasm or twenty chained together back-to-back-to-back. “It’s fine, Azra. Come on, let’s get clean.”
[[Thigh and Frot]]
After a moment’s consideration, you offer. “I doubt I’d fit inside, but I could definitely fuck your thighs.” You eyeball her dripping dick and smile. “Even grind it up against your dick until we cum all over each other.”
Azra rocks back as if slapped, her hand over her mouth. “Oh... oh my.” The wide orbs of her violet eyes track your weighty member as you adjust to better fit inside the shower with her. “That’s... obscene.” She bites her lip, leaning closer to examine your cock. “This isn’t the kind of thing I expected to encounter in the shower. Maybe out on the surface, forced by some uncouth... lewd alien.” She pauses, chest heaving. A warm palm falls upon the top of your dick. “Yet you deserve better than judgement, saddled with your monstrous member and its... potent desires.”
The more she talks, the more of your gargantuan phallus her hand explores. A fingertip traces the arches and forks of one straining vein, curiously dancing back and forth as the suula’s excitement overwhelms her innocence. “So you’ll do it?”
Azra nods, her other palm coming to rest alongside the first. One thumb strokes back and forth while its partner gently squeezes in disbelief. The suula seems to expect it to flicker and fade away, a hardlight projection too large to be anything but a detailed render of a teenager’s wet dream. A slight smile crooks the corner of her mouth. “You are a wonder, Sol Steele. Only you could accomplish so much, yet have the body of an adult holo star.” She gives you one long stroke, base to tip, milking a long flow of pre-cum out to lubricate your dick. “Oh... look at how it shines!” A note of girlish excitement creeps into her voice, odd given her motherly form. “How should I do this?”
“Lie down,” you instruct, pointing to the floor. “Legs up. I’ll do the rest.”
Azra smears the pre around, mixing it with the water until your whole dragon-dick is gleaming. “Okay.” She lets go regretfully and eases herself down onto her back, tail sticking straight down and legs in the air, tightly closed. They do nothing to hide the weighty mass of her balls, bulging out above her tail, though they do give you a lovely view of the space you’ll soon be fucking.
A shiver of excitement runs down your dick as you step into position. Hands on the siren’s lovely ankles, you let the weight of your obviously enhanced genitalia fall against her legs. A forceful tug pulls the nervous hermaphrodite’s legs apart and flop the heavy length into the middle. You can feel her cock, just under yours. Maybe two feet of turgid suula shaft that throbs back at your touch, leaking all over your skin.
Azra gasps, “It’s hot!” and blushes shyly, looking to the side.
“So are you,” you counter, pushing her ankles back together so that her soft thighs close around your cock in a warm vice. This time, it’s your turn to gasp at the sensation. Somehow, it’s better than contact with her comparatively diminutive dick. You need the extra stimulation, you realize. Frottage would never be enough, not as Azra is now. Thighs, arms, maybe even her whole body - you need more than a standard endowment to see to your release.
For her, it must be amazing. You can see her panting and biting at one of her knuckles to stifle a moan. She’s pinned beneath your mast, every inch of her hermhood sandwiched between her supple tummy and your pornographicly large prick. Her tendrils writhe, and the shaft itself throbs achingly, making your far bigger dick wobble to the beat of her heart. It’s cute.
“Uhhh... Sol?” Azra whines, suddenly flushed two shades darker. Her nipples seem harder, all of a sudden.
You grunt, rocking back to drag your cock through the siren’s perfect, golden thighs. The importance of that friction seems paramount, in this moment. You want it... and you don’t want it to stop.
Azra whimpers and twists, muscles flexing against your tumescent pole, her two-foot cock grinding hard into your underside, sliding back and forth along your sensitive urethra. With every stroke, that area seems a little more sensitive, your shaft itself a little harder. The water is warmer, and the siren’s thighs are curtains of delight, providing you with inhuman levels of pleasure.
“Sol! I’m sorry!” Azra cries. She screams out a moan and grabs her tits, squeezing them tightly her cock’s drooling increases into pulses of eager leakage. “I didn’t mean... ugh! My venom...” Her tendrils swirl against your hypersensitive skin like tiny fingertips, leaving burning arcs of bliss in their wake.
Aphrodisiacs! You should probably have a feeling about the chemicals her body is feeding is you: outrage, disgust, or simple violated trust. Instead, you’re busy feeling the pleasure of making love to a suula matron, watching her soaked wings weakly tremble in the water. You thrust through her thighs until your tip is aimed squarely at her underboob, aching and trembling. White spills out from underneath it as Azra cums, spreading into a sticky web as it oozes down her thighs.
Your cum fires into her silky cleavage. Azra responds by cupping her arms around her boobs to press them tighter, squeezing out dollops of alabaster release. The suula is almost too affectionate. Even when her ankles slip from your weakening hands, she holds her legs together.
Any restraint the suula once had is completely obliterated as she unashamedly works her body against your tremendous endowment, her tongue lolling. She grabs your dick and milks it for every drop you’ll give, even when the tub itself seems like it will overflow. Azra is moaning, and whimpering, and cumming like crazy.
Her tail thrashes, sweeping your scaly legs out from under you, and you crash to the ground, oozing cum.
“Are you alright?” Azra crawls up onto you, brushing a dripping wet lock of hair aside so that she can check your eyes. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t control it!”
Aside from a sore ass and a cock that won’t seem to go soft for the moment, you’re doing okay. You give the concerned hermaphrodite a thumbs up.
Azra babbles, helping you to your feet, the water washing her cum from the bottom of your seam-shredding, knotty dragon-phallus. “I should be better at controlling it, but sometimes I get too excited and they sting everything. Even me.” The nine-foot tall siren looks exceedingly silly, acting as ashamed as a first year school child. “That’s why I’m still kind of hard, and why my knees won’t stop wobbling...”
You wave off her worries. “I was the one thrusting my cock against yours. You’d think the size would afford me some resistance...”
Wings lifting, Azra giggles. “The size of your endowments likely made it more effective. I can only imagine the hormone cascade it set off in you.” She presses close, snuggling into you. “Let’s clean up this mess... and you can see about talking me into trying this again later.”
“I want you to put your dick in my dick.” You pull your dress clothes and plain panties away to reveal your wyrm-dick in all its mighty splendor. The veins pulse like perverse pipework as you inflate to full tumescence.
Azra is gobsmacked. She stares at you in disbelief. “You want my dick-” She gestures at her crotch. “-inside yours.” Her finger shakes as it points at yours. “W-won’t it hurt?”
“Not at all.” You squeeze her hip reassuringly. “Especially not once that venom of yours kicks in.”
The nine-foot tall shark-woman pouts. “I don’t want to hurt you. Isn’t there some way you could fuck me?”
You laugh breezily. “Azra. You’re going to love this. Trust me.”
Still staring at your behemoth of a boner, Azra eventually nods. “Okay. I’ll try it.”
“Good,” you say, stroking yourself. A droplet of pre appears at your tip already, proof of your inhuman virility. “Because I’m ready to go. Go ahead in get in position.”
The hesitant suula lines her cock up with yours. It has lost a little firmness, but it’s still big and stiff enough to please the most well-used whore. “Like this?” She’s an inch away from rubbing her own oozy member against your dickslit.
“Perfect.” You try to push forward, but there’s just too much cock to accurately control. The unruly mass slaps Azra’s tentacle-ringed tool away.
Putting a hand on the side to stabilize you, the inexperienced angel asks, “Are you sure that’s how this is supposed to work? It seems like it would be better if I... if I was the one pushing into you.”
You smile. “Go ahead. Fuck my dick.” You lean back, your huge cock filling the space between you with a seemingly endless expanse of phallus just waiting to be abused. “If you can handle it.”
“Okay, you asked for it.” Azra narrows her eyes and bites her lip. Her member seems a little harder in her hand now. Shifting her grip a little higher, she lines her leaky suula-cock up to your hyper-sized genitalia. It’s wet, especially where it presses against your urethra, mixing her phallic leaking into your own. A little pressure is all it takes to part your dickslit thanks to the copious pre already filling it. In no time at all, Azra’s dicktip slips inside your reptilian crown, stretching you absolutely open. Below, you watch your urethra gradually inflate, filling with backed-up pre and your sharky lover’s lady lube.
“God, it’s so good!” the motherly novice cries, looking down in awe. “It’s so wet and tight all around me, even though it’s... it’s wrong - wrong place... wrong genitalia...” Her knees knock together as her excitement rises. Azra grabs her tits and squeezes hard as the excitement of a new experience overwhelms her. “I can’t stop! I’m gonna fuck your cock, Sol! I’m gonna fuck your cock so fucking hard!”
You brace as much as anyone can, but nothing can prepare you for the feeling of having a big, hard dick sliding into your most sensitive places. Turgid meat packs into your tumescent flesh, forcing your dragon-dick to give way. Azra stretches you open. She may not be as big as you, but she’s more than big enough for your urethra. The upturned edge of her mushroom-like tip drags along your inner nerves, chased by tendrils that twist and flail, stirring the soup of backed-up pre-cum. Unbelievable sensation races up your spine. The body was never meant to be so wickedly stuffed, yet it suffuses you with such sinful pleasures.
“Oh yeah,” the sharp-toothed suula gasps. “T-that’s goood.” Squeezing tightly, she jacks you off around her tentacular tool, her fingers pressing hard enough for her to feel your flesh rippling around her dick. “I’m doing it right, aren’t I?”
“Y-yeah,” you agree, more aroused by the second. Your bloated wyrm-cock seems absurdly bloated. Between your arousal and the extra stuffing in the middle, you feel like you may as well have taken a dose of throbb.
Azra pulls back slowly. Her eyes flutter closed to savor the sensation while you watch inch after inch after inch of rigid suula-dick exit your cock-tip, spilling a load’s worth of pre-cum down your underside in the process. The slick, musky mixture soaks into your blue skin, leaving it shining. The horny suula thrusts right back in, much faster this time. Her cock is like a hydraulic piston, pressurizing your urethra until the tightly packed pre squirts out around her alien member’s imperfect seal to drench her quaking balls.
You feel like it should hurt. Azra’s juices swirl inside you, fighting your gushing pre to push their way into your testes, though it’s clearly a losing battle. Out she goes, venting a torrent of slimy dick-drizzle, then back in, squirting still more inside you. She grunts from the effort of it, turning once-gentle thrusts into fervent fucking. Her hips slap into your narrow tip hard enough to bow the shaft. Each time, the shock of pressure makes you whimper and moan inconsolably.
Miraculously, it gets better. For a moment, you don’t understand why. All you know is that the inside of your dick is getting more and more sensitive. Every stroke leaves you hungry for more friction, delirious with desire for Azra to fuck you harder, all but begging her to ruin your monstrous cock with a brutal pounding.
“Ah-!” Azra gasps, tongue lolling. “So... sorry! Venom... couldn’t hold it in!” Shivering and panting, she jacks you off faster to the tempo of her furiously humping hips, assaulting you with alternating friction on the inside and the outside. The worst part is that you can barely stand it, it’s so good. Azra’s tendrils are dragging over every inch of your urethra, working their foul magic to transform the inside of your dick into one big, leaky pussy. You’re so close to climax it hurts. You can feel it in the way your cum-engorged balls swell and ache.
The shark gets there first. Throwing her head back, Azra gasps in adulation, staring wide-eyed at your dick. “I’m cumming!”
Blobs of red-hot alien cum erupt into your shaft, potent and eager, burrowing deeper into your body than should be possible. Sure, some leaks back out around Azra’s nearly two-foot prong, but the bulk is forced deep inside you. She presses harder against you, cutting off any escape with her crotch, allowing you to feel her softball sized balls quaking against your tip. With every pulse, they draw tight, rippling with the effort of gathering a new load of seed.
Fat bulges appear along your urethra, disappearing into you, one after another. With each one that slips inside, you feel a little more bloated, your balls a little heavier, and a little closer to cumming. Simultaneously, Azra seems a little more exhausted after each shot. Her grip on your dick gets weaker, allowing more of her creamy white dick-filling to escape. She sinks down, your goo-packed tool bending with her. Tongue lolling, Azra is the picture of contentment.
Nipples brush your knotted, segmented dragon-dick as the exhausted suula leans forward, her torso draped onto your dick, and that’s all it takes to set you off. You groan from the feeling of titanic exertion surging through your middle. Cum-strained muscles flex, and the flow of alien seed abruptly reverses. The release is cock-shatteringly pleasant. It grabs hold of your balls and squeezes the bloated orbs, forcing them to push out a climax for two.
You watch in awe as a white torrent bursts out around Azra’s shrinking member, forcing an inch of her dick out of your urethra with every blissful, ball-draining gush. Azra whimpers as she slips the rest of the way out, freeing your wyrm-prick to jerk upward. The next splash of cum takes her square in the face, and the one after in her hair. Webs of goo trickle down her breasts as you spend the rest of your stored seed against the wall. Soon, the exhausted suula is laying in a puddle of cum, panting. Her tongue, you note, slides back and forth through the mixed juices, savoring the flavor.
You collapse next to her a second later, spent. Your cumslit hangs open for the moment, oozing and leaking everywhere. The lewd, violated interior can be seen as clear as day, and Azra stares into it, fascinated.
“So that was docking.” She reaches out to touch your sensitive mast, tracing her finger around the gaping tip. Her expression is concerned. “I didn’t break it, did I?”
You shake your head and laugh. As you go flaccid, it closes up, little by little. “It’s fine, Azra.”
“Good,” the suula remarks, pushing herself up onto her feet, still half-hard. She offers you her hand. “Because that was sort of fun... for dick stuff.”
You take her hand, letting her pull you up into a quick kiss. “For dick stuff?”
“Yeah,” Azra blushes, shyly crossing her legs as if she could somehow hide her titanic dong and ripe balls. “I usually cum harder with my pussy...”
You’ll have to remember that...