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Lizardfolk Boyfriend: Susilo (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-05-05 21:44:41 +0000 UTC
When I’m in Obresh, I usually consider it my time off, but every now and again I get someone looking to buy my wares. I usually have enough on hand to sell, but making them is just as fun. Back home, medicine is king. My father was a professor who taught at the university, and my mother was a healer. I was able to combine what I learned from both of them to make medicines, and I took some of the old-world methods and mixed them with the new.
This is how I met Kisska, who came to the university in my homeland of Afan to study the advancements made in the field of childbirth. I was fascinated by Kisska, and I decided to join her on her travels to learn about the world’s medicinal practices.
Obresh is a place to relax and recover from our travels, but I enjoy helping people there and making whatever they need. Usually it isn’t anything too special - something for a cold, a wound, or just a sleep aid. Easy enough that it doesn’t feel like work.
I am home alone today, a rare treat considering I live with Tysh and Yasa. I am enjoying something hot to drink when there is a knock at the door. I set my things aside, then stand on tiptoe to peer out the window, and see an Onikuma and a Jackal outside. “How interesting,” I murmur to myself. I haven’t seen a Jackal in these parts before, and I didn’t realize they left the desert. I stretch to try and look up higher. The Onikuma doesn’t appear to be of the Northern variety, but he does appear to be of the Black Forest clan.
The Jackal knocks on the door again. “Is anybody there? We’re looking for the apothecary.”
My eyes widen a bit. What could they be after me for? Perhaps the Onikuma needs stimulants to stay awake. He looks quite sleepy. Maybe the Jackal needs something for his stomach - after all, an Obresh diet doesn’t suit Jackals.
“Maybe she isn’t here, Abasi. We can always try later,” the Onikuma says.
The Jack throws back his head and laughs. “Oh, no! I’m not going home without Susilo’s order. I would rather sleep outside than go home empty-handed.”
I open the door and clear my throat, adjusting my glasses as I look up at them. I know my height doesn’t get me seen often in Obresh. As a Kobold, I’m barely anything compared to the Orcs here. The Jackal is black and shiny, he must eat well for his coat to look so healthy. The Onikuma is quite portly, but has strong arms. I smile at them and nod my head. “Can I help you?”
“Zahbi?” The Jackal points.
“That’s me,” I say cheerfully. “How can I help you today?”
The Onikuma hands me a list. “A friend of ours needs this stuff to restock his kit. Do you happen to have it?”
I’m speechless. This list is wonderful! I haven’t seen requests like this in a long time. I don’t have much of what they are looking for, and I’ll have to make some of it. Some of these items will be a challenge, but I’m chomping at the bit to make them.
“Do you two work for a doctor?” I ask excitedly. My tail swishes back and forth, and I clutch the list tight to my chest. “I’ve not seen the use of these tinctures outside of Afan. I would love to know how you’re using them!”
“I’m not sure what the hell Susilo does with them,” the Jackal sighs with a shake of his head. “I’m not even sure he’s a doctor. I just need to take this stuff home or I’m afraid he’ll rip my head off.”
My tail continues switching. “I’m afraid I don’t have everything. I’ll be able to get everything to you by this evening, though. I could deliver it if you’d like.”
The Jackal grimaces. “I guess that’s OK. He might be understanding.” He looks to the Onikuma. “Yeah, that will have to suffice.”
“Wonderful. I do ask for half up front, please.” I hold my hand out to him. “I’ll collect the rest when I make my delivery.”
The Oniukuma steps forward with a purse already open. “Oh, of course. How much will all that be?”
“Fifty scales,” I say.
The Onikuma nods, but a look comes over the Jackal’s face. “So, twenty-five then?”
I shake my head. “No, no, fifty scales is half. Everything in total will be a hundred. There are things on this list that are very expensive.”
“I knew it,” the Jackal grumbles.
“A hundred scales?” the onikuma blurts in alarm. “It’s really that much? Does Susilo really need all this?”
The Jackal shoves the Onikuma. “Pay up. I’m not telling him ‘no’ again.”
I’m given my payment, and to my surprise they’re staying at Pix’s cabin. At least I know where to go! Once my customers leave, I set to work on preparing everything. I have to get a lot out of storage, then go to the apothecary in town to collect the items I don’t have. I package everything up neatly according to the list. Some I pack in tinctures, which I mark with dates. Then I get everything wrapped up nicely.
It’s rare these days to meet someone who has this much knowledge of medicine outside of Afan. I hope he wouldn’t mind talking with me and having a conversation about his practices! I want to pick his brain and see how he’s gotten to this point.
I come to Pix’s cabin, where I can smell something delicious being cooked. With a twitch of my tail I knock on the door. A second later there is a lizardman standing at the door - tall, with small, rough scales, a long neck and a large, flat head. His eyes widen as he looks down at me, and his thick, heavy tail falls against the ground.
“Hi, I’m Zahbi. I’m here to deliver your order.” I hold up the bag to him. I must admit, he’s quite handsome, slim with broad shoulders and beguiling black nails. I smile up at him while he continues to stare, then place the bag in his hand. “Are you Susilo?”
“I, uh... I am. Thank you.” His voice cracks as he talks. “Are you the one who made these?”
I nod my head, keeping contact with his eyes. “Some of the tinctures are still emulsifying, but I’ve written the dates on them for you. I hope that’s OK.”
Susilo clears his throat. “I wasn’t expecting a Kobold.”
“I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was so impressed by your list.” My tail starts going back and forth. “I was hoping I could ask you about it.”
He glances over his shoulder, then looks back down at me. “Really? Why?”
“It’s my passion!” I bounce on my heels. “I love learning about medicines, their uses, how to make them! When I saw your list it was like a spark ignited! It felt like I was looking at the notes of a kindred spirit.”
He keeps staring at me, and I don’t know if it’s good or bad. I tilt my head to the side and smile. “So would it be OK if we talked?”
He furrows his brow. “Someone like you shouldn’t be getting mixed up with someone like me. It’d be best if you keep your questions out of my business.”
I gasp in surprise. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Look - Zahbi, is it?” Susilo’s tone seems pointed.
I nod.
His eyes dart over me uncertainly. “I’m sure you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and you probably could run circles around me with the education you received in Afan. But we run in different circles, and my circle isn’t for nice girls like you. Understand?”
The space between my eyes crinkles. “What does being nice have to do with it?”
Susilo opens his mouth to talk, but quickly shuts it. “It’s a warning! I am not the sort adorable apothecaries should spend time with.”
I fidget with my glasses. “Most people don’t take kobolds seriously because of how they look. But I assure you, my adorableness does not dilute my gifts and talents.”
Susilo shuts the door in my face. A second later, it opens again. “Sorry. I owe you, don’t I?” He steps outside, shutting the door behind himself as he counts the coins in his hands.
I frown up at him as he tries to avoid looking at me. “I just like learning about medicine,” I mumble. “It doesn’t matter to me what sort of people you work with. I’m just curious to see how you use what I made you.”
Susilo places the coins in my hand. “You’re a healer, or at least you work with healers.” His dark eyes make me melt a little. When his shoulders stiffen, it shows the width of his chest and the length of his arms. “You make medicines for mothers to give to their kids. You help take pain away from people who need rest. You should be talking to others like you. The way I use your products may not be the way you want them used. It’s best you move along and not think twice about them, or me.”
I click my tongue. “Oh! I get it, you’re a murderer!”
Susilo flinches and glares at me. “I am not...” He stops and shakes his head. “That is not what I am!”
“Then what are you?” I smile back up at him. “Tell me, and I’ll tell you what I think about it. Maybe we are both in for a surprise.”
His expression is exasperated, but I can feel myself chisling through that tough exterior. From the condition of his scales I can tell he bathes regularly, and possibly even uses oil. His claws are kept short, and the ends are blunted, which means he must work with his hands in heavy gloves all the time. He must need big gloves, because his palms are enormous. Kobolds and Lizardfolk aren’t too different, except in size and climate of origin - we come from swampy places, while Lizardfolk inhabit deserts.
My first lover was a lizardman, so I have a bit of a thing for them. I love their size, and specifically I love being able to bring someone bigger than me down to his knees. Susilo is all those things I enjoy - big, cranky, broody, and lizard.
Susilo’s eyes trail down my body before he meets my gaze. “Why do I get the feeling you won’t take no for an answer?”
“Because I won’t. We both study medicine, even if we have different means of practicing, and we can still learn from one another.” My tail is giving me away. “So what do you say?”
Susilo scoffs. “Sure. We can talk.”
Step one of bringing him to his knees has been completed. “Of course it doesn’t have to be now! But I think tomorrow would be wonderful. My friends will be out and about, so we can chat together in private.”
Susilo’s brow arches. “You want to be alone with me? Are you sure about that?”
“I don’t bite, and even if I did, I’m not venomous. Unless...” I gasp and inch closer to him. “Are you? And if so, do you bite?”
He steps back. “You’ll find out if I bite you.”
I giggle, and my tail wriggles from base to tip. “Do you use your own venom in your practice? That’s so amazing! I have heard of some doctors further north who do use venom and ice to numb for surgeries!”
Susilo’s stare becomes blank. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
“Sorry, but I just get so excited! Have you ever seen a surgery performed? I used to assist with the amputations in the university, and it’s so cool how nerves are...” I stop and take a breath to calm myself. “Sorry, you’re right. I can talk to you about it tomorrow.” I squeal and clap my hands together. “I am so excited!”
Susilo sighs. “Yes well, good for you.” He places his hand on the door again. “Where should I meet you tomorrow?”
“The house behind the clinic,” I say brightly. “Come by anytime. I’ll be waiting. Bye!” I wave to him, then turn to head down the road.
I’m as giddy as I can possibly be. Susilo won’t know what hit him. I’ll impress him with my knowledge, then astound him with my collection. After that, I can really see what makes him tick. I just hope I can open him up enough to work my wiles on him.
I can barely sleep that night. I roll onto my side and gaze out the window. Does he really find me cute? I hope so. I would like to think he found me more than just cute. Is there anything about me that caught his fancy? Does he like my tail? My eyes? I know I have too many thoughts on my mind. It’s been a long time since I have felt anything close to this, especially with a guy.
The next day I get up and prepare for Susilo to visit. I clean up my room, thinking we could talk there if Yasa and Tysh decide not to go into town again after all. I have some books set up on my low table, as well as a few samples I’ve brought from home.
I wait, and wait, and then I wait a little bit more. After a while, I get the message loud and clear - he isn’t going to come over. I can take rejection, but I will not take cowardice. I return to the cabin, and I’m about to knock on the door when I hear voices coming from the back.
I step around the corner of the house and see Susilo coming out of a shed. As he notices me, his eyes go wide. He looks around quickly and closes the door behind him. I glare. “Busy?” I sniff.
Susilo strides over to me. “I am. I lost track of time.” He takes off a pair of leather gloves from his hands. “I’m trying to get some work done. Do you mind if we reschedule?”
I frown at him. “I do, actually! What kind of jerk just blows someone off?”
“I didn’t mean to,” Susilo grumbles. “It was an accident. I lost track of time.” He glances back to the shed, then looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Well, are you busy now?”
A smirk spreads on his face. “You’re really serious about capturing my attention, aren’t you?”
I smile, and my tail goes back to swishing behind me. “I told you I was excited about talking to you. I like a man who knows a thing or two.”
I detect a hint of nervousness in his chuckle. “You can wait if you want to. We’re almost finished mixing up a few things.”
My eyes widen. “What are you making?”
Susilo slips his gloves back on. “Fireworks.”
I furrow my brow a bit. “Fireworks?”
He nods. “I came out for a breath of fresh air before we finished. But once we’re done with this batch, I can be yours for the evening.”
I like the sound of that. “Fair trade.” I sit down on a stump. “By all means, continue with your work.”
Susilo bows his head, then walks back into the shed.
I sit sunning myself as the clouds part. Looking up into the sky, I see a few patches of gray among the clouds. Rain could be coming. I’ve heard people in town talking about how much we need it.
The shed opens up again, and Susilo walks out. He removes the apron he’s wearing, hanging it on the back of the door. He turns to look at me, and my heart sputters about for a second. I stand up off the stump and smile at him. “You ready?” I ask.
As he starts to talk, I feel a drop on my shoulder. Looking up, I see that more grey clouds have gathered. Rain starts to fall, so Susilo takes me into the cabin. “No sense in you getting soaked out there,” he grumbles. “Feel free to stay here until the rain passes.”
“Where’s your room, then?” I ask brightly.
Susilo gives me the eye. “We can talk at the table.”
Perhaps I’m a bit too eager. “I was hoping we could have a private conversation, but this is fine too.”
Susilo pulls a chair out for me, and I take the offered seat. “I have the loft, and it’s a little cramped with all my things. The only place to sit down in the bed.”
I giggle. “I don’t mind.”
He cocks his brow at me and laughs. “I do. There’s a look in your eye that I don’t trust.” He takes a seat of his own and leans back. “I don’t exactly know your intentions with me.”
I suppress a smile. “I told you that I don’t bite. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you, that’s for certain.”
“I can’t be too sure,” Susilo smirks. “So we’ll just talk here where I will be safe.”
“You act as though I have some power over you.” I cross my legs and turn so I can face him. “You’re almost twice my size.”
Susilo sniffs and leans forward on the table. “You act as if you don’t have any sort of power over people. I usually don’t like talking to others about how I go about my business.”
I smile brightly. “Well, when you kill people, I can understand where it would be hard to talk about it.”
Susilo hisses, “I don’t...” He leans back into his chair again. “You really want to know what I’m doing? Besides the fireworks?”
“That’s why I’m here.” I wiggle excitedly.
“I make soap! Happy? I make soap, and I use the products I bought from you to make different kinds depending on various uses.”
“Soap?” That hadn’t been what I was expecting. “Really? Just soaps?”
“Lavender and oats to soothe. Peppermint for tension and muscle ache. The apple cider tincture for oils.” He tilts his head to the side. “It’s an excuse, really. The soaps are used as a cover for some of the more dangerous fireworks we manufacture.”
My tail drops, and I grip my knees. “I don’t believe you.”
Susilo’s eyes narrow at me. “What’s not to believe?”
Why do I want to kiss him and slap him right now? “Your list had more things on it than just soap ingredients! There were things on there I hadn’t seen used outside of Afan. You have a knowledge of applications that isn’t just for soap. So I don’t buy your soap excuse, but I would buy your soap!”
“I’ve given you as much as I am willing to give. I make soap and fireworks. I travel with my friends selling these things.” He tilts his head to the side. “I don’t know what you’re looking for, Zahbi.”
“I wasn’t looking for anything. I was just hoping to meet someone who would understand me when I talked about my work.” I turn to the window and see heavy rain falling outside. “I started traveling with Kisska because I wanted to learn more. To apply my knowledge and spread what I learned back home all around the Empire. But people treat me as if I am some sort of lunatic.” I don’t want to look at him, even though he is very handsome. “So I’ll leave you alone once the rain stops.”
Susilo lets out a long sigh. “It’s not the enthusiasm. It’s not even you. I don’t like talking at all. Especially not about myself. I find you frightening because you were able to even get me to this point. I don’t open up. It’s just not who I am.”
It’s a bit of a relief to hear, and I can tell he’s uncomfortable even opening up this much. His arms are crossed tight against his chest, as if he’s trying to block something out. Even his tail is tucked between the legs of the chair. He’s closed off, and I never caught that before now.
I give him a smile. “You see, that still leads me to believe that you kill people.”
Susilo closes his eyes. “Stop saying that!”
“You travel around with a bunch of big, tough looking guys. I mean, you even have a Jackal as a friend. Aren’t they an ancient sign for death in some parts?” I decide to poke fun at him a little, just to get him to relax. “I can keep your secret, no worries!”
Susilo smirks at me, showing off his sharp fangs. His glossy black tongue goes over them, sending a girlish shiver down my spine. “One bite from me, and that would be the last thing on your mind.” He leans forward a bit. “But I don’t bite.”
I lean in as well. “Are those teeth wooden?”
Susilo cocks his head to the side. “Want to find out?”
“Actually, I would.” I capture his face between my palms, then tug up his lip with my finger. “You know, there are certain types of venom that can be used for medicines, right? I’m assuming from looking at you that you’re from the more desert regions of the lizardfolk kingdom.”
Susilo yanks his head back. “Vicious thing!” he hisses.
“Sorry, but this is where my enthusiasm comes in.” I bounce in my seat, moving closer to Susilo. “Certain venoms can be used to treat a variety of ailments. There was a venom my mother used to dilute to help her elderly patients who have joint inflammation.”
He frowns down at me. “Venom can kill.”
“But it can be used for many other things! Just because something has a reputation doesn’t mean that it’s all true.” I try to calm down. “Yes, venom can hurt, but with the right education it can save lives too.”
A strange expression crosses over Susilo’s face. He’s confused, even a little angry. He shakes his head and lays a hand on the table. “Poisons, toxins, and venoms will always be used to cause more harm than good.”
“But that is why these things need to be studied. We are learning every day that things aren’t always what they first appear to be. With the right mindset and the proper education, you can turn straw into gold, or venom into medicine.”
Susilo glances away from me, his expression conflicted.
I sigh deeply, letting my shoulders sag. “Of course those things can be used for harm, but it just depends on the hands who hold it. The right person will know how to use it, and the wrong person will also know how to use it. It’s the practice that’s different.”
“I’ve practiced,” Susilo murmurs.
I listen to the sound of the rain. It hisses against the roof as it falls, and the windows have begun to fog up. In the silence I try to gather my thoughts. Susilo seems so set on believing that he is bad. Not the venom, but himself.
“Well,” I clear my throat, hoping to end the heavy silence. “If I held you, I would practice caution and care.”
Susilo looks at me crossly, but his eyes soften. “You wouldn’t like that. I move around too much.”
My tail flicks back and forth again. “I have ways of making people be still. I bet you would be easy.”
His eyes shine. “You really are a lunatic - just not the way I expected.”
When the rain stops, Susilo walks me back into town. The air smells fresh now that the dust has been washed away. The breeze is crisp, but standing next to him eases the chill. As we come closer to my home, I notice him start to slow his gait. “Next time I make soap, maybe you’d like to see it.” He stops and turns to look down at me. “It’s a little scary.”
I smirk up at him. “I’ve watched as people have limbs amputated. You won’t scare me easily.”
“I’m starting to learn that.” He bows his head respectfully. “I trust you can find your way home from here.”
I giggle. “I can try.” I look him over, pondering my next move. “I expect to see you soon. So don’t think you can slip from my fingers so easily. I like you.”
Susilo sighs. “You should really think about that, Zahbi. You can do much better. But I don’t mind us being friends.”
“That’s fine, too.” I take a few steps away, then look back at him. “But just so you know, my enthusiasm follows me to the bedroom.”
He tries to keep his expression blank, but I can see the nerves and attraction bleed through. He nods again. “What am I supposed to do with that?”
I wink. “Whatever you want.”
I dream about him that night, with his hands bound above his head and his naked body is laid out like a meal. He begs for me, saying my name over and over. I touch him from head to toe. His breath shudders, and his moans are shy. I work to make him cry out louder.
When I wake in the morning, I am frustrated. I didn’t get to finish my dream, which has left me with a hunger for Susilo I could have easily pushed down before. Now, I am a starving dog chasing a bone, and too bad that bone is stubborn as can be. I probably won’t get a taste for quite a while.
I try to go about my business, ignoring my growing crush on the cranky lizard. I keep busy throughout the day, preparing a batch of sun infusions that I line up on the windowsill. After that I start to work on the garden. It takes a while to pull the weeds and turn the soil.
The garden keeps me occupied over the next few days. Then, one afternoon someone walks around the house to find me bent over, planting potatoes. “Busy?” His voice vibrates all over my scales, and I quickly stand up.
“Well, look at you.” I stride over towards Susilo. “What brings you here? I figured you’d be too scared to approach me again.”
Susilo smirks down at me, and I remember my dream about him. I need to keep my cool. “I told you I’d let you know when I’m getting ready to make soap. I just got my lye, so I figured I would invite you.”
“Lye? That’s dangerous stuff.” I set my spade aside and rest my hands on my hips. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
The smile that crosses his face makes me forget to breathe - sly, smug, and a little seductive. I wonder if he’s doing that on purpose, or if he even knows the power he holds in that smile. “It’s like you said, Zahbi. It all depends on the practice of who holds it.” He tilts his head. “So, what do you say?”
I nod. “Let me clean up, and I’d be happy to see how you hold it.”
Walking back to the cabin with him, I am filled to the brim with excitement. I have been longing to see him over the past few days, and it’s nice just to be close to him.
“I have all the equipment ready. Just follow my instructions and you’ll be safe.” Susilo leads me around the cabin to the shed. “I chased the others off. I prefer to work alone, but I think you won’t be a problem.”
Once we’re inside, he gives me gloves, a mask, and a thick apron to wear and starts a fire, placing a heavy cauldron over it. He opens a bag with congealed fat inside. Using a metal cup, he measures out equal portions. “Once this melts, I want you to take it off the fire and set it over there.” He motions to a flat stone. “Stir it constantly while I get the lye heated. After that, we have to work fast.” He points to a table, where wooden molds are laid out and lined with parchment. “Once we get things mixed together it won’t take long.”
The process takes concentration, and we don’t talk much aside from the instructions he gives me. He adds his ingredients to the fat, and once it gets hot enough we move it aside and I continue to stir it while it cools. Susilo prepares the lye, and even though I know he’s done it dozen of times before, I still feel nervous.
Once the fats and lye have cooled to the same temperature, we mix them. When the concoction starts to become thick, Susilo pours it into the molds. He adds herbs to the molds, mixing and making swirls on the surface of the soap, then lays parchment over them and sets the molds in the shed. Susilo helps me take off my gloves, and throws them into the remaining hot water to clean. “I like to let the bars sit for two days. After that, I’ll cut them and set them to cure.”
“What kind did you make?” I ask.
Susilo’s seductive smile returns. “Something new.” He takes off his apron and then his shirt, placing them in the hot water. “I was a bit inspired, so I figured out a new recipe after our conversation the other day.”
My heart skips a beat at his words, and his bared chest. “Glad I could help.”
“I’ll be making more tomorrow,” he says. “I’ll be making a batch each day for the rest of the week, so my inventory will be ready when we go to Rakshasa Country.”
“How long will you be there?” I inch closer to him. “And will you be back?”
He shrugs. “We’re still figuring all that out.” He motions to the house. “Would you like to come in?”
I glance at the cabin, then back at him. “You said you were alone today. You feel safe alone with me?”
He smiles. “I guess I’ll find out.”
I keep visiting over the following days, helping him make another batch of soap. Each day, I move a little closer to him. One afternoon as I arrive at the cabin to help, I see he doesn’t have things ready in the back. Instead, he’s inside, sitting at the table and chopping the big blocks of soap into separate bars. The room smells amazing.
“It’s not quite ready to use yet,” he says. “I usually let it cure for up to three weeks, but the longer you let it sit, the longer it will last when you do.” He sets his blade aside and hands a bar to me. “Can you tell what I’ve used?”
I take the freshly sliced bar in my hands and sniff it. “Rosemary,” I murmur. “Some lavender.” I take another whiff, smelling some sort of bitter spice hidden beneath the lavender. “There’s something else, but I can’t tell.”
“It’s my venom.”
I look up at him in surprise. “Your what?”
He chuckles. “You inspired me during our little conversation. I mixed my venom with an alcohol solution, then diluted it with some lavender water. I thought, perhaps, it would help with skin inflammation.”
I exhale loudly. “You’re making it so hard to not find you attractive.”
He sets his knife down again. “Just so you know - this is the first time I have ever used my venom, hoping it would do some good. I didn’t always let the right people hold my soap.” His eyes become dark and serious, and he cups his hands around mine still holding the bar of soap. “This is the first time someone has held it, and I know their intentions are good.”
I look up at him and take a bracing breath. “If you don’t let me kiss you right now, then the moment is ruined.”
Susilo dips down, letting me close the gap between us and kiss him. He stands up slowly, looking at me as I try to stand on tiptoe to reach him. I set the soap down and take his hand, pulling at him and making him lean in again. As I kiss him, I feel him relax. I have him now.
“Take me to your room.” I kiss him again. “Let me hold you.”
Susilo’s tongue darts over my lips. “I must warn you, it’s been a long time.”
I smirk at him. “Then I’ll make the wait worth your while.”
Susilo takes my hand and leads me towards a ladder on the back wall. I climb up into the loft and pounce onto his bed, snuggling into his pillows and breathing in his scent. My tail flicks behind me as I wait for him.
He approaches the bed and sits on the end as I roll around. He takes off his shirt and I sit up, kissing his back and shoulders. I slide my hands down his sides, then reach around his front, happily feeling down his chest to his stomach.
“You’ve really been waiting for this,” he laughs nervously.
“I’ve been dreaming about it.” I kiss the nape of his neck. “So I’m a little eager.” I pull him down onto the bed and kiss him. I kiss down his chest, dragging my tongue over his stomach. As I inch lower I tug at the laces of his trousers, then look up at his face. “You can tell me to stop. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
Susilo sits up on his elbows. “I don’t want you to stop. I’ve just never been with someone so...” He frowns. “You’re very small, Zahbi.”
I kiss his cheek. “You don’t need to worry about me. Just relax while I play a little.” I push him onto his back and pull his pants down, letting his cocks spring out. I gasp in alarm, unprepared for such a sight. I knew there were some lizardmen who had this gift, but I’ve never seen it for myself.
“Oh my.” There is a bigger one at the bottom that has a blunt head that flat with a round bulb in the center. It has a deep curve so that the second cock lies against it, and it bulges at the base. The second one is smaller but similarly shaped, although the head is more pointed than the first. I look up at Susilo, who has his arm braced over his face.
I watch him as I press my tongue to the first shaft. I lick up the first, then down the second. Susilo wiggles, whimpering as I taste him. I take the smaller one into my mouth, stroking the larger one with my hand. He grows rigid, and I can feel him pulse against my tongue. His moans sound shy, just like my dream. He tried to keep them soft, but I know I can make him orgasm.
I take him in my throat and unbutton my dress, letting the bigger cock rub against my chest. I strip away my clothes and happily lick away at him. As I peer up I see him peeking out from under his arm. I lift my head, letting his cock pop from my lips. “Sit up, enjoy the view.” I lick my lips.
Susilo braces up on his elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”
I take off my glasses and set them on the table. I lick down his bigger cock. “I want to.” I swirl my tongue around the head. “I like how this feels.”
Susilo bites his lip, and I can see the razor edge of his fangs. I rise up, licking his fangs and kissing him. He kisses me back, rolling his tongue in my mouth. Sitting in his lap I thrust my hips against his shafts, letting my heat roll over him. His claws dig into my hips as he keeps kissing me.
I ease back, taking his bigger cock and aiming it towards my vulva. His mouth opens in a moan as I lower myself down to take him. As he stretches me inside, I echo his moan back to him. Clinging to his chest I ease myself down, taking as much of him as I can. The smaller shaft rubs against my belly, and I take it in my hand to stroke it.
“Don’t force it,” Susilo gulps for breath. “If it’s too much you can stop.”
I bite my lip as I start to move. “Just right.” I look down, watching him disappear inside me. “I like them like this.”
His hands tremble on my hips. “You’re terrifying.”
“Good.” I push him down and press my palms onto his chest. “Enjoy it.” I balance myself as I thrust backwards onto him. He gasps in shock, then slowly melts into moans of pleasure as he kneads my hips, moving to grope my rear. He pulls me, guiding me as I ride him. Both our voices rise in ecstasy.
First, the smaller cock spurts, sending a stream of his semen up my stomach to my chest. I’m throbbing inside, and I can’t tell if it’s him or me. I move faster, riding him harder and making the bed shake. His voice comes out in choking sobs as his hips arch off the bed. He pushes me down hard and the wind is stolen from my lungs. I lock tight onto him, twitching and grinding as every nerve inside me crackles.
I lay on the bed beside him, both of us breathing deep. I feel him inside me still, his heat buried deep between my inner walls. I smirk, keeping my thighs closed just to feel him a little longer, and roll over, curling up at his side. His arm wraps around me and he kisses the top of my head.
“Was it worth it?” I tease. I pepper his chest with kisses, then press my cheek into his shoulder. “Do you trust me from now on?”
“How can you talk?” he sighs. “I can barely think, let alone talk.” His hand rubs up and down my back. “It’s been so long.”
I sit up and smile down at him and his blissful expression. “You’re a very handsome man. Why has it taken me to break through?”
He touches my face, and I kiss each of his fingertips. “I’ve been running,” he whispers. “I didn’t let anyone get close.”
“Running?” I press his palm to my cheek and see the frightened look in his eyes. “Running from what?”
He brings me down and lays me on his chest. His hand cups the back of my head as he takes a deep breath. “I let the wrong people hold me before,” he whispers. “I won’t let it happen ever again.”
I wrap myself around him and press my ear to the beating of his heart. “No one will, as long as you hold me, too.”
Susilo’s arms squeeze me tight. “You strange little thing,” he whispers. “How did you do it?”
I smile proudly. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy it.” I press soft kisses to his neck as my tail swishes back and forth.
Comments
alittlewrenn
Awww this is so cute!
Jennifer Lynn Bolan
<3<3<3 I love the herbologist! She's so feisty and determined!
