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Jasper the Lizardman
🕑 Added 2022-10-22 19:00:04 +0000 UTCFemale Reader x Male Monster
You wake with a start, thrashing your arms out as you try to knock the cannons away. You scream, your voice escaping out as a tiny sleepy squeak. After a moment and the smoke in your mind cleared you opened your eyes and lowered you arms slowly when all you see above you is dusty rafters, spider webs and vines decorating them.
You turned your head left seeing a window covered by burlap curtains and a chair covered by the blood-stained cloak and your shoes in the seat. Turning to the right, you saw a door, it was stained red with a bronze latch. Sitting up and looking around the room that smelled like dust and autumn leaves. It was clean, just unlived in. You slip from the bed, feet touching the cold stone floor. You were in your underclothes and were unsure where your dress was or how you came to be undressed.
You about slowly, unsurely. Was this a dream too? Standing before the window and pushing the burlap aside you peer outside, the light was blinding at first, but you saw beyond the glare to a path winding through rows and rows of trees. You heard a river babbling and trickling near by. There was a horse tied near the side of the house, he tossed his head and whinnied.
“That’s right,” you think as you walk away from the window. “He came to my room.” You touch your lips with chapped fingertips. “He came to me, drunk and crying and covered in blood. He stole me away. He took me away from the war and the soldiers…”
You sit down in the chair, unsure if you were happy and relieved or if you were even more terrified than before. Lord Jasper was no knight, he was a killer, a brutal one at that, but just one of many kept at the palace. He belonged to the King’s so called ‘Beauties Regiment’, a group of supposed knights who were all monsters. Lord Jasper was a lizard monster who claimed to be the son of a blacksmith and a dragon. Even with this against him, half his face was melted and gnarled by fire. He didn’t have a story for this. Unlike most of the men in the King’s service, he had shown you some tenderness before. He was frightening yes, but of all the blackhearts at the castle, LOrd Jasper was the only one who touched yours.
The door opened and you quickly cover yourself as Lord Jasper comes inside. He had a bundle over his shoulder and another in his hand. He tossed the smaller one on the bed. “I got your clothes from the dress I sold,” he snarls as he points to the bundle. “Change into them when you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” You whimper quietly.
His gray eyes scanned you for a moment. You look down, wondering what he sees. “When you’re just read,” he scoffs, leaving and closing the door.
You sit for a moment longer, remembering now how you had run. You had traveled all night and into the morning. You nearly fell off his horse you were so tired and weak. He had stopped just long enough to pick you up and place you in his lap. He had been warm and he held you so strongly. You reminded of when you father would take you on horseback sometimes and hold you in his lap as you held onto the reigns.
There was a strange hollow thwack that came from outside, it made you jump. It sounded like when the king ordered the command at your father’s execution. You stood and looked out the window, seeing Jasper with an axe, chopping logs of wood. His armor was gone, you had never seen him without armor before. You watch for a long time as he chopped the logs. He seemed to split them with such ease, but he still sweats and heaves with the effort. You had only ever seen Jasper swing a sword and even then only then at people. It was almost funny to watch him chop wood. Like watching the knights use their swords to slice butter and cheese.
You open the package he had dropped on her bed, it had two dresses inside and a pair of plain shoes. You change into one of the dresses, it was a pale peachy color with a black skirt and leather belt. You leave the little bedroom and look around the first room was quite large and warm with the sunshine. There was a massive stone fireplace with a cauldron inside. Before it a large wooden table with a bench on each side. The package Jasper had been carrying was laid on the table along with a basket of apples and a jug of wine. To the other side of the room was a small nook with a window and shelves on each side. A door stained green, Jasper’s armor laying beside it. Everything was dusty and on the stone floor, you could see every footstep that had been taken.
You go outside and look out at all the trees. Everything green was beginning to turn brown and red. When a gust of wind blew, leaves fluttered about everywhere like snow. A few chickens clucked and skittered about, running around and picking on the ground. There was a river thought that ran under the house. A staircase made of stone led down to it, buckets dangled from the limbs of a tree and there was a stool for fishing.
You go down the stairs and stand at the bank where you kneel down and dip your hands into the water. You wash off the dried blood and scraped it out from under your fingernails. The water was so cold it felt like fire burning and it made the joints of your fingers ache.
One of the chickens screamed and raised a fuss, then there was a thwack and silence. You bite your lip and look up the staircase as you heard his footsteps crackle in the leaves. Jasper stands at the top of the stairs holding wood under one arm and the headless chicken in one hand. He looks down at you, burnt side of his mouth twitching.
“Supper,” He says simply, disappearing from your sight. You hear the door creak open and then slam shut.
You swallow, your throat tight as you ascend the stairs. At the side of the house, he has the headless chicken hanging up and dripping blood into a bucket. It’s a gruesome sight but you feel relieved you will be eating that night. You open the door and peek inside, watching him set the logs by the fireplace. His shirt clings to his chest and he pulls it up as he wipes his face. His stomach is pronounced but hard, his chest broad, several spikes coming from his collar bone.
“We’re you not told it is impolite to stare?” He snarls and you nearly jump out of your skin. He glares at you and his lips curls.
You step inside despite your desire to run away. Your stomach churns as you stand there under the gaze of his gray eyes. You lick your lips and fidget nervously.
He rolls his eyes and stands back up, “put some logs on the fire,” he mutters at you.
“Uh-” you try to speak up but your throat closes up and you bite on your cheek.
“Don’t worry, they won’t find us here,” he says, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I took you as my responsibility, so…” he hesitates, “don’t just stand there!” he then huffs.
You jump and take some logs, setting them on the fire. You look back at him, watching his broad back as he stares out the window.
“Thank you,” you murmur.
He turns slightly at the sound of your voice.
“Thank you,” you voice begins to tremble and tears come to your eyes.”Thank you,” you start sobbing into the heels of your palms. “Thank you!” You sob out loudly.
He pets the top of your head, standing behind you as you break down. “Don’t thank me,” he growls.
You hiccup and sniffle, “you saved me,” you look up at him, eyes red and swollen, nose snotty. “Why did you save me?”
He kneels down and lifts you up, wiping your face dry and sighing. “Forget why I would do it,” he mutters under his breath. “You may hate me for it later.”
You rub at your eyes, “I was so scared.”
“I know you were, but you were brave,” he runs his sharp fingers through your hair. “Forget that night.”
You want to ask him more but you hold your questions back and you put your arms around him, holding him tight. You hear his heartbeat begin to go faster and faster, hammering in his chest. He holds his breath for a moment and he gently pets the top of your head.
“Let go,” he grumps, “you’ll get dirty.”
You shake your head, “hold me?” You mewl to him.
He flinches but obeys, slowly putting his arms around you. You squeeze onto him, feeling safe and secure. “Thank you,” you whisper again.
He laughs, “enough with this,” he pushes you back. “I’ll clean the chicken. Can you cook it?” He points at you.
“Maybe,” you feel embarrassed. “I know a little from watching my nanny in the kitchen.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “royal brats,” he shakes his head. “You’ll learn, you’ll have to. If I’m going to kill and clean the meat the least you can do is cook.”
“I’ll try!” You yelp nervously and grip the hem of your skirt.
A soft smile graces his lips as he opens the door, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Over the next few days, you settle both settle into a routine, pretending to be a couple living in the small cottage. He was right at least, this was a part of the kingdom that saw little to do with the war or the soldiers. The king seemed to not reach here.
You started to see Lord Jasper in a new light. Without the armor and the sword forced into his hand you began to see him as a man rather than a blood thirsty knight of the Beauties Regiment. He has his moments, sometimes cruel and crass, other times he’s kind and warm to you. He seems unsure how to act around people, even more so around you. He tries to keep you from seeing his burns, turning his head or walking to the opposite side of you. If you had to be honest you no longer noticed the burns. Back at the castle the girls would whisper and snicker about it, always bringing it to attention. Now it was barely an afterthought.
You sleep in the bedroom, alone and safe as Jasper sleeps sitting by the door. You feel guilty, wondering if he wants to sleep in the bed. Part of you wants him to join you in the bed so he can hold you as you fall asleep. You blush at such thoughts, wondering what it meant. You think that, since you are pretending to be a couple, perhaps it would be best for appearances if you…attempted to.
You take his hand one night as you head to bed, tugging him with you.
“What are you doing?” His lip curls as you hold his wrist.
“I should share the bed,” your voice trembles slightly. “You said so yourself that we had to work together, it’s only fair.”
“Work,” he snaps, “I said work! Not sleep together like-” he shuts his mouth tight and he tries to fight against you but goes weak as you pull him into the room.
“I always get the bed,” you keep your voice quiet, “I don’t mind.”
He huffs, “I don’t know.”
“It’s fine! Really. Just this once.”
He looks down at you then rolls his eyes, “fine. One night.” He watches as you crawl into bed, tucking yourself in as he lays beside you above the blankets.
“Don’t you want the blanket?” You ask and he acts like he doesn’t hear you as he lays his head on the pillow. You pout slightly, watching him as he lays there, he’s as still as stone, his breathing raspy and deep. The moonlight that comes from the window highlights his scales, making them shimmer.
You reach out and touch his cheek like a feather landing. When he doesn’t move you inch closer and kiss him, meaning only a small peck but you linger and press closer wishing he would kiss you back. He shifts slightly and you pull back, placing your hand over your mouth.
“Girl,” he snarls and you look up at him, losing your breath. “You don’t need to do this,” he tries to sit up but you stop him, grabbing his arm and holding fast.
“Don’t!” you cry, shocking yourself for a moment.
He looks at you, smiling softly as he strokes the hair away from your face. “Don’t force yourself.”
“What am I forcing?” You argue.
“To care about me. You don’t need to.”
You frown, “but I do care. I sincerely care for you,” you crawl into his lap. “I want you to care for me too.”
He frowns and holds your cheek in his large hand, “stupid girl,” he whispers as he kisses you, giving you the kiss you longer for earlier. You gasp softly and lean in for more, wrapping your arms around his neck. He holds you back, grasping your desperately as his kisses grow more heated.
He parts from you all too soon, bowing his head against your chest. “I can’t,” he snarls.
“Can’t?” You pet the back of his head.
“Something like me has no right to taste something as sweet as you,” he shivers. “I took you because I thought…I don’t know what I was thinking. But for so long…I looked at only you. At the castle, I would see you and I would…I wanted to say your name and have you look at me with pride. And then…then that dirty king…”
You hold him, pressing your cheek to the top of his head. “I had no idea.”
“I’ve longed for you,” he whispers, “and the rage built when I knew I could never-”
You kiss him, cutting him off. He presses close again, pushing you down into the bed as your lips parted. You moaned as his tongue slithered into your mouth, long and slippery, it twisted around and tasted you.
You touch his neck and he pulls back, meeting your gaze. “I want you,” you whisper, trembling slightly as you touch down his chest. “It’s ok…you can have me.”
He buries his face into your neck and you wrap your arms around him. His hands roam over your body, pushing away your nightclothes and grasping your bare skin. His hands are rough and dry but because it’s him it feels welcome. You grunt, closing your eyes and relishing his touch. His hands lower, cupping your hips and then squeezing around your thighs. You slowly open them, letting him see what lay between. His breath hitches and he pulls your back against his chest. You whimper softly, his fingers rubbing you and swirling in your wetness. You flinch, shuddering as you hold back your voice. His fingers pull from you a pleasure you’ve never known and you begin to writhe in his arms.
“Let your voice out,” he whispers into your ear. “Cry out for me.”
You whimper and let a moan escape, pressing against him more as you feel a finger slip inside of you. “Jasper,” you gasp.
He kisses your neck, biting your shoulder as he moves his finger inside you. “You’re so wet,” he purrs into your ear. “So warm.”
Your breath shudders as you clench around him. “More,” you mewl.
“More?” He chuckles.
You nod, “more of you,” you reach down and hold his wrist feeling as he slips another finger inside. You bite your lip, rolling his hips to meet his touch.
He chuckles, “you’re a natural. You seemed so innocent,” he licks your neck.
You can barely form a thought, your body shuddering as you feel something inside you building. It crests over you and you cry out loudly, wriggling against him and trying to find solid ground.
He holds onto you, gripping you firmly and kissing you as you slowly calm down. Your breath deep and heavy as he smiles down at you.
“Like that?”
You nod and swallow thickly. “That was great.” You reach down, rubbing the bulge in his pants. “More.”
He gasps and trembles. “Muh-more?”
“More,” you push him down and tug down his pants, your mouth gaping as his cock springs out. “It’s so big,” you whisper, “are they suppose to be this big?”
He laughs, “you don’t have to.”
You touch it, stroking it slowly and then lick it, lapping up the small bead that is dripping from the tip. He grunts and you smile, licking more as he begins to twitch under you. Finally, he grabs you up and pushes you back into the bed. You giggle and laugh, kissing him as he hitches your legs up over his shoulders.
“You’ve gone and done it now,” he snarls as he rubs his length against you.
“So big,” you marvel,” reaching down and rubbing the head of his cock as he ruts against your slick folds.
“If it hurts,” he murmurs, pulling back to press at your entrance, “I’ll stop.”
You bite your lip, stroking his chest as you feel him press inside. A soft whimper escapes as you feel him stretching you. Your back arches and you claw against his chest. He watches you, touching your face and neck. You then feel his thighs touch your ass and you take a breath.
“You’re amazing,” he looks down, his thumb stroking your needy bud. “Taking all of me on your first go.”
“So full,” you drool.
“Can I move?” He asks.
“Move?” You feel like someone from heaven is speaking to you.
He begins to pull out and you whimper until he pushes back inside and you yelp. He picks up speed, thrusting slowly into you as he tries to restrain himself. But soon he’s rattling you and the bed. Fucking you with everything he’s got. You’re wailing, gripping so hard onto his arms you feel a little blood under your nails. He roars out and you feel something hot release deep inside you. You cry out, holding tight onto him. Suddenly the bed shifts and tilts, spilling you both onto the floor.
“Fuck,” he snarls loudly as you start laughing.
You lay on top of him, kissing his neck and chest as he cusses at the bed for breaking. “I just got to use that fucking thing,” he snarls, making you laugh harder.
“We can fix it,” you lay against him, sighing deeply. “But if it’s going to be that way every time we may want to find a reinforced one.”
He pets down your back, “are you hurt?”
“No, I’m wonderful,” you snuggle against him, not realizing you have fallen asleep until you wake up the next morning. Every inch of your is sore, and getting up takes some effort. The mattress is on the floor now, the frame in shambles near the door. You get up, waddling slightly. The door opens before you get to it and he comes in.
“Lay back down,” he commands, scooping you up and laying you back down.
You cling to him so that he lays back down with you and you whimper slightly. “Everything hurts, Jasper.”
“I’m not surprised,” he cups his hand between your thighs. “You took quite a beating for a rookie.”
You kiss him lovingly, “it felt so good.”
He nuzzles into your neck, “I can’t believe it is real,” he murmurs.
“Thank you,” you whisper, “for saving me, I’m so happy here.”
“Oh be quiet,” he sighs peacefully as he kiss you.
Comments
Amy Mused
I like this idea.
The first story of yours I ever read…… I may have to commission more lizardman content.
