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The Simplest Ice Breaker

"Hello, do you want to fuck?" A stranger would ask. Perhaps not the most subtle of introductions, but one that gets to the point. You're here, I'm here, let's work on that imagery. Who are you in this brave story of being propositioned? The object of desire to a stranger it would seem. They were good looking, with a lingering crook of a smile. The blasted light was so very dim and smokey in here. Using the flash of a coloured light, your gaze caught the reflection of your body off of a glass.

Today you looked like a gorgeous onyx coloured feline woman. Sapphire and Emerald was reflected so clearly in your bright gaze. A curious hue of crimson cascaded from your scalp, unruly locks tied behind your ears in a smart bun, providing an air of quiet dominance. You had high cheek bones with sharp features gave you an exotic flare in a world of pretty nothings. Traveling in what appeared to be a foreign military uniform, a deep midnight cloak with regal violet trimmings covering narrow shoulders; there was no discernible weaponry upon you hip to express the danger one felt around you. Tight white gloves masked your slender digits, boots laced properly, adhering to the genuine sense of poise and discipline. You are General Akai Mocha.

As the way of things, the smokey display of some wizardly sort wafted away, getting a clearer picture of this man. The teeth were first to come into focus. Sharp in a predatory fashion, they ran along from both the top and bottom of the long maw. Black peppered green scales were polished enough to gleam in the torchlight of the wooden inn. Such bright cascades of light played along the features of the handsome scaled brute. The shoulders were cut out of the shirt, so that it was a simple tunic of spun silk that lay upon the wide chest.

While distracted with such introspection, the man became a little more forward. Hand touched against your clothed thigh, grasping and kneading the flesh there. There was a hunger in that hold, a thrill that could run through your blood. The caiman's eyes bore into yours. You answered with a leaning forward, boldly keeping the eye contact. Right paw slithering down to inspect his balls. If he was so brazen, why shouldn't you be? Fondling the heavy orbs through the fabric of his trousers, your lips would curl. How full they felt to you.

Time became a whirl, at least in the frenzy of pressing bodies against each other in an eagerness to kiss. The backdrop had changed to a better lit room. The bedding was fresh, the room smelling as good as one can in an inn. Perhaps it was the ambient sprig of pine that had been liberally placed about. However, your attention was more towards the pair of thick cocks that were bobbing in view. Following back to the room and kissing had lead to this. The wooden floor pinched the knees, but the smell of those musky balls that rested comfortably on the side of the bed was divine. The bulbous tips of his cock rubbed on either sides of your cheek fur, smearing precum in little trickles.

The smell of it would drive you wild, tongue diving to catch the left hemipene and hold it in your lips. Eyes would close as the musky scent remained in the air, slowly lowering your head down. Appreciating the girth as it nudged against the taste buds, gliding along the tongue. A pressure on the top of your head would squeeze, then release. A pleased grunt elicited for your efforts of pleasure, sucking on that cock while bobbing your head. The other cock was guided to brush and nudge against you, even smacking once or twice. What a perverted bastard! You loved it.

Those strong fingertips, bared of claw, would grasp and tightly grab your hair. Eyes would snap open to look up inquisitively, but the only reply was to see the lower belly surge towards your face. Suddenly throat was unwillingly filled with cockmeat, pried open in the most lewd of fashions. There was a low groan of delight from the caiman man as balls smacked off of your chin. The other cock glided against your cheek at the base, uncomfortably grinding there. Pressure increased on the back of your neck, before air was deprived. There was a blackness that overcame you tonight, briefly. Noticing it, the man had stopped and let you catch your breath, batting the tips of his cocks against you.

You caught your breath, taking a moment to admire your nude frame in the gleam of a hand mirror that was propped on your boots. You could be so vain at times, but the thrill of having just been deprived of oxygen for a moment had you excited. A dangerous allure, always the need for caution and proper care. The caiman was a good partner for that, already guiding you around and pushing on your back. You fell sprawling onto the bed, strong hands supporting your waist.

Your tail was hoisted upwards with a tug, keeping the shapely rump upwards. A hand glided along the curve of your waist, brushing against the toned flesh of your tummy. A perverse little tingle spread along your spine. It was accompanied by a nudge against your vulva, before being spread open hungrily upon a thick shaft. With the only resistance being the tightness of your inner walls, the brute had to slow down to allow you to accommodate the thickness of him. The bare cock ground against your inner walls, silken folds tightening and loosening hungrily. Rolling your hips back, enjoying the thrill of it.

Hips would surge against your bottom, Hemipene bending comfortably around the inside of your thighs. The wet, lewd sound of sex was echoing, your arousal trickling to coat the pendulous balls that swung to bounce off of the back of your thighs. Tip was just deep enough to nudge against your innermost depths without being uncomfortable. The perfect sized cock that was ever so dreamy, pounding away at your muff with reckless abandon. Hearing his pleasured cries made your toes curl, the joy of bringing relief to the poor man.

It came with a crash, always too soon and always so very messy. The thick initial slug of a man hitting his peak came with nary a warning, just a few spasms and shaky thrusts. A satisfied groan of pleasure as hips kept moving, working the ropes of pearly white seed in where they could cause the most harm. There was hardly time to enjoy it before cock was tugged free, a brief temperature change hitting before the other cock was wedged into the sopping cunt. The trigger happy man only too pleased to give you twice what you bargained for. The sheer lewdness of seeing your cunt wedged open, the well fucked hole dripping with cum caused him to add a second layer of white paint.

Strong arms wrapped around and dragged you into the bed. The weight there was uncomfortable as the bed settled and creaked, before relenting as you became a little spoon. A blossoming warm sensation settled inside, in a way that was hard to describe. However, with a well worked out and sweaty body that was now crooked against a handsome chest, you had definitely taken the easiest way to satisfying that fucking heat.