FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A/N: Apologies for the delay, life got in the way and I wasn't happy with this for the longest time. Also, I have absolutely no idea what is causing the formatting errors. I hope you enjoy the story still.

"I don't usually get home sick, but this?" Eztli said while carefully dodging another stinger strike. "Yeah I can't help but feel a bit nostalgic."

The lizardfolk was now heavily resenting the bad intel he and Vylesh had received for this "minor issue". A bit of extra money in return for dealing with a griffon infestation? Easy. Climbing up a precarious and mossy cliff to where the beast had made its nest? Still easy, if a bit slippery and harrowing. Finding out that cliffside cave actually belonged to a Wyvern who took exception to the intrusion into its nest? Well finding out was actually very easy. It mostly involved a lot of roaring and regret.

The part that involved dodging the claws, jaws, and highly poisonous tail stinger of a flying feral dragon was considerably more difficult.

"This makes you nostalgic?!" Vylesh wasn't so much angry as she was terribly shocked and overwhelmed. There was fear in that mix as well. All of which helped her quickly drop to the mossy stone ground just in time to avoid the poisonous stinger that had missed her boyfriend as it now swung in her direction.

Vylesh was immediately thankful for the blessed moss that cushioned her fall, the comparatively lessened pain allowing her to quickly roll onto her back and prop herself up on her elbow to send a flaming sphere at the beast. A slight slip on that same moss while propping herself up meant the sphere only clipped one of its wings instead of hitting it in the head.

Her druid training allowed her to appreciate two facts in this moment: Wyverns had no resistance to fire, and moss giveth as it taketh.

The beast roared again as its wing was singed by the flaming sphere, taking flight to put some distance between itself and the two adventurers. The cave ceiling just high enough to give it space to prepare a dive bomb.

"Oh very nostalgic. The wyverns back home were Awakened. Quite pleasant to talk to. Citizens of the Empire like any other and absolutely not overly aggressive beasts that want to eat us and all of those townsfolk." He all too casually noted as he picked himself up in time to hit the wyvern with a psionic assault to leave it dazed just as it was preparing to dive bomb the pair, stinger outstretched.

The beast roared again, eyes darting about as it felt as though its brain was on fire. It was distracting enough that its divebomb was instead turned into the beast crashing into the ground as Eztli and Vylesh quickly leapt out of the way. They steadied themselves on uneven rocks covered in yet more moss, looking to each other and sharing a nod before returning their focus to the wyvern now recovering from its failed landing.

Moss and rock were scattered about by the crash and the thrashing of the beast as Vylesh conjured vines to entangle the wyvern before it could recover. The magical vines only just barely held the beast as it thrashed about, stinger tail and snapping jaws still searching for any target they could find.

It was, however, just enough to give Eztli time to focus on the creature's mind. And focus he did as it wailed and roared louder and louder as the Psion's psychic assault was unrelenting. Still tangled by the vines it lashed out at the two. Its tail narrowly missing Eztli and its jaws coming dangerously close to Vylesh, still focused on binding it with the vines. A moment later, there was a pop as the creature's large head exploded into blood and bone and brain.

Vylesh only received mere seconds of relief at the beast no longer posing a threat. She was unable to even get so much as a cheer out before the chunky red paste that was formerly the wyvern's head now rained down on her and Eztli. Those seconds of relief were now replaced with what felt like an eternity of horror as she sat frozen in the glaze of draconic blood and brain covering her.

Eztli only breathed a heavy sigh of relief, being completely unphased by the gore shower. "Well, it wasn't a griffon and that could have gone better but we only received a few scratches from it! Not even a single sting!" He said quite happily before looking very concerned to the tiefling.

The fiery orange of her hair and light purple of her skin were now obscured by bits of wyvern. Her expression of horror was not, and was in fact plain as day even in the dimmed light of the cave the sun had long ago passed over.

He frowned, carefully walking over to her as he could now look down to watch his step amongst the rocks and moss and dragon chunks and blood that was still draining from the neck of the large beast into a crimson pool. The tall obsidian scaled lizardfolk stood a good head or two taller than the tiefling, leaning down to carefully brush off a mixture of moss, dirt, blood, brain, and bone shards.

"Mmmm, sorry about that. Psionics by their nature attack the head, and it turns out heads have a whole lot of blood going to them." He said while still trying to reveal more of his purple druidess by cleaning her off. "There's a dick joke in there somewhere but I'll pass on it." He said as he failed to realize that merely mentioning it still counted as making a poorly timed joke.

She may have only been wearing linen traveller's clothes for this short adventure but they would likely need to be replaced. His own leather attire had specifically been made to be blood resistant. Which in this case meant the blood would clean off well enough as opposed to needing to replace his clothes as he would need to do with Vylesh.

Vylesh simply pulled him into a hug, ignoring all the bloody mess as she held Eztli tight in her arms.

"That stinger almost got you, several times." She muttered into his chest, choosing to focus on worry as opposed to the sight of an exploding wyvern head and the subsequent effect of being covered in wyvern paste. After it had almost bit her face off.

"Oh that?" Eztli said while kicking at the now limp stinger. "Plenty of things back home that are far more poisonous and horrifying." He said while wrapping his arms around her, patting her lightly on the back. "Plus, I'm not going to die as long as I have you. That would involve leaving you and there's no way in all the Hells I'm doing that."

Vylesh sighed into his chest, her tail quickly finding his and holding onto it as though her life depended on it. "Well I still worry..." she lightly complained.

"Yes and my lovely girlfriend is an incredible druid who I can always count on to get me through anything." He said with a chuckle, pulling away slightly and bringing a hand to lift her chin enough to look into her eyes, using a bit of telekinesis to move some blood caked hair out of her face. "This just comes with adventuring, we go and get into danger and we have each other's backs. And there's no one I'd rather have my back in life or death situations than the woman I love."

The still thoroughly shook tiefling looked up into Eztli's silver eyes. Though she was in a haze, she listened to his words intently nodding along. This was the adventuring life, and she was happy to be with Eztli. They could keep each other safe and always fighting harder. The part about loving her took a moment to actually process.

Then it took several moments more.

Then it took enough moments and her expression was blank enough that Eztli started to worry he had horribly misjudged things.

The blush turning her from purple to maroon and the smile spreading across her lips gave much needed relief. Vylesh felt a small part at the back of her mind telling her she had misheard him, that obviously he had said something else. That no one would ever feel that way about her. That none of the things they had done together counted. All that he had done, all that he had said, all that she had felt all spoke much louder as she felt her eyes getting misty.

"I-...I love you too Eztli." She said with a happy smile as she gave a slight laugh. "I...wish circumstances were...slightly different though. I'd kiss you but all the blood and go- oh!"

She could only protest so much as Eztli leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, ignoring the fact both of them were covered in blood and focusing only on her. Vylesh quickly lost herself in the kiss, eyes drifting shut as she found it easy to focus on his own long tongue invading her mouth and wrapping around her own tongue as opposed to the bits of what she assumed to be wyvern blood that she could taste. Her arms wrapped around his neck, gripping at his turquoise crest while her tail coiled around his tightly in a mirror the dance their tongues were engaged in. By the time he pulled away, she found herself in yet another haze as they gazed into one another's eyes.

Both searched for something to say until finally Eztli was the one to blunder through the silence. "So, how about we just fly back home so we can get cleaned up all the faster?" He said with a slight chuckle.

Vylesh couldn't help but join him in the laugh, feeling a bit self conscious about being covered in gore but brushing the thought aside. He loved her, and a little bit of a lot of gore wasn't going to get in the way of that. She nodded and stepped away from him, focusing and channeling the raw power of nature itself to turn herself into a hawk.

Eztli in turn noted the beautiful simplicity of magic, as he focused on the more visceral complexity of psionics. He rolled his shoulders, bracing himself for the odd sensation that came with temporarily altering one's own form at the cellular level as two pterodactyl style wings sprouted from his back through two carefully placed slits in his vest that allowed for such a transformation. A transformation that never stopped feeling weird as flesh and bone rapidly restructured and nerves linked appendages that his body normally lacked to his brain. He was, however, practiced at this. Enough so that within seconds of his wings sprouting from his back he gave a nod to the hawk perched beside him.

A hawk that had a very distinct shade of fiery orange feathers covering her head.

The hawk waited as Eztli gave a pause and took out a knife to collect the wyvern's stinger tail from the corpse. Proof for completing their quest. On any other day, Eztli would have spent time harvesting all usable parts from the slain beast. And all parts would be usable in some way or another, even if merely for food. His father had taught him this lesson well. However he had also been taught that sometimes there was simply no time to make the most of one's kill. Two lovers being desperate to return to their room after a happy confession counted well enough in this situation as he carefully pocketed the stinger in a pouch, wary of the still deadly poison it contained.

With a quick nod of acknowledgement and a running start, both took off from the cliffside cave and set into a leisurely soar above the forest. Under different circumstances, they most likely would have engaged in a race and a playful wager or two between them. Who gives oral to who first, who's on top this time, who has to do some bold act in public. That playfulness had to step aside in the face of a physically and mentally exhausting day.

The only contest they engaged in for the moment was one between the desire to flap more and get to their destination sooner, or to just lazily soar to their destination with the absolute bare minimum of effort. The afternoon sun feeling comfortably warm on their backs and providing a lovely lighting of the tall evergreen forest beneath them allowed them to lie to themselves that the relaxation and scenery were worth not arriving so fast. It was a decision that both arrived at without a single word or bit of telepathy between them. A decision born from sore muscles, tired minds, love confessions, and the quiet laziness that goes with them.

They lost track of time, and as they arrived at the village they had been sent to help they were only vaguely aware of the sun now starting to fade from the sky. The adrenaline high was finally starting to wear off at about the time that they were being thanked and paid for their hard monster slaying work.

"Are you sure we can't tempt you into staying for dinner?" The mayor, an old gnome with wild graying hair and heavily patched up overalls asked the pair.

"Er, no but thank you!" Vylesh politely declined while lamenting the fact that changing into a beast form and out did not in fact clean one of assorted bits of blood and brain.

"Perhaps another time if we stop by?" Eztli said to ease the conversation along and get them home faster. "We really just want to get home and clean up...and sleep." He said with an only somewhat forced smile while spreading his arms to gesture to the both of them still covered in wyvern paste and with slumping shoulders and drooping eyes.

The mayor smiled, intent on being polite and ignoring the slightly horrifying sight of a tiefling woman and a lizardman covered in blood. He had been unsure about them at the start when they answered the help needed posting he had sent out to that interplanar university. However, when they returned from their quest and offered a wyvern stinger tail as proof it was hard to argue with the results.

"Oh of course, come back any time for a good home cooked meal!" He said with a nod, relenting at realising the two clearly just wanted rest.

The odd pair thanked him and made their way to a teleportation circle near the center of town. They stepped into the circle of runes and symbols as Vylesh spoke a short passphrase as their vision flashed white. In an instant, they were back at the student center on campus. By about this time the blood and brain had started to smell a bit, though to their eternal relief most students that were out this late had neither the desire nor social fortitude to make any acknowledgment past a several seconds long side eye as they marched through campus.

Not that they cared as they smiled and held hands.

All self consciousness and sense of immodesty had been washed away long before they made it to their dorm room, and the bathtub they so sought. They started shedding their clothes as soon as their door clicked shut, letting their future selves deal with their bloodstained clothes as a final burst of willpower had them both climbing into the tub that could only just fit the two of them. Hot water eased nerves and sore muscles as they reclined and lazily stared at the ceiling, almost unconscious of the fact that they were naked and lying on top of one another in the bath.

Almost.

Vylesh smiled and took a bar of soap to rub a spot of blood off of Eztli's scales as his own attention was quickly brought back to her.

"I'm envious, your scales clean so well." She noted as the blood easily washed off.

"Perhaps, but your skin is so soft I think it's worth the effort." He said with a familiar toothy grin as he took his own bar of soap to scrub at her delicate purple flesh.

"Only my hair is more troublesome!" She playfully complained as her long orange hair spread out in the water while she cleaned his scales.

Eztli tilted his head, crest extended as an eye went wide. "Your hair is a thing of beauty that is also very pragmatic." He said with a mock stern tone.

It was Vylesh's turn to tilt her head in confusion. "N-No? It gets in the way and when the wind blows it's a mess and it takes so much time after I wake up..." She said while staring down at her soaked hair in the water.

"Yes but your horns only make for a good handle when both can be gripped. When I only have one free hand then your hair is perfect for grabbing." He far too casually noted as he scrubbed at her shoulders.

Vylesh continued staring at the water, swearing that the heat in the tub had somehow gone up several dozen degrees as her own face turned maroon.

"I-...a-as long as you like it..." She barely managed to squeak out while her tail lamented the fact that the tub gave no room to flail about as though it would free her in some way. She settled for splashing some water at Eztli, eliciting a laugh from him.

"I didn't hear any protests, so I'll take that as you agreeing." He teased.

The now thoroughly maroon tiefling gave a light groan as the only protest she could muster as she leaned forward to lay on top of him, finally giving her tail the room it sought to dart wriggle about.

Her arms wrapped around him and her face buried in his chest as they silently lay in the relaxing bath for a moment.

"Don't think I've forgotten your confession." She teased as she directed the conversation to something far less embarrassing.

Eztli ran his hand through her hair, taking careful precautions with his claws. "I should hope not, I tried telling you after we made love some days back but you had already fallen asleep." He said while lifting her chin to look into her yellow eyes.

She gazed back into his own silver eyes with a look of shock. "Y-you did? Oh...oh I'm sorry Eztli I...in my defense it's um....very exhausting when we make love..." She tried to hide her face in his chest again but his hand on her chin was firm.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He said before leaning down to give her a quick kiss.

Vylesh felt as though she may remain maroon forever, and that her light purple skin would be a distant memory of a time before meeting Eztli. As she sighed lightly when he pulled back from the kiss, a smile on his lips, she thought this wouldn't be so bad of a fate.

They soaked in the warm water, ever so often taking the time to scrub off bits of blood, dirt, or brain. It was only the water finally turning room temperature after completely losing track of time that gave them the slightest motivation to leave one another's embrace.

The pair toweled off, stretching as they went from having remained laying in the tub for an unknown amount of time. Neither bothered to dress as they made their way to the bed, crawling onto it and sharing a playful look between one another before promptly collapsing as a long and tiring day finally drained all but the very last of their energy.

The final bit of energy was expended on pulling the covers over them, as Eztli held Vylesh from behind in a tight embrace. Vylesh happily sighed but the gentle exhale of his breath in her hair gave her some concern.

"Eztli...I could move so you're more comfortable? So my hair isn't in the way?" She said while tilting her head slightly to try and look at him.

"Hush. I love your hair, and if I have no energy left for anything else I can at least spend the night with your amazing ass pressed up against me." He said while lightly grinding himself against her rear.

Vylesh blushed hard again, inhaling to give one final protest before relenting and choosing to settle for resting her hand over his wrapped around her waist while the two finally drifted off to sleep.

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One of the minor perks of being a psion, namely one focusing on control over the living form, is being able to wake up on time and never oversleep.

A skill Eztli put to use as his eyes shot open, still seeing nothing but the fire orange locks that filled his vision when they had last lazily closed before falling asleep. He kept his breathing steady, as his snout was still buried in the crook of her neck. This was a delicate operation and he could not risk waking Vylesh with a quickened breath on the soft skin of her neck. Her own soft breathing in his arms told him she was in fact still asleep. That she was a heavy sleeper was of great aid to him.

To his relief, her right hand had released his during the night which made gently removing his own from around her waist a simple enough matter. Considerably more care had to be taken to untangle their tails from one another. Eztli told himself that it wasn't so bad, it was just like un-knitting a sweater. As he carefully uncoiled his tail, he kept convincing himself of that while deliberately forgetting that he had never in fact knitted a sweater and had only ever been proficient in leather working. Vylesh stirred slightly at the exact moment that the swift hammer of logic caught up to Eztli to remind him that un-knitting anything was not in fact a thing.

He was however, as a matter of fact, a psion. Many impossible things were actually quite simple things. Not waking a woman snuggled up to you was an extremely difficult thing. Un-knitting a sweater was still an impossible thing. Willing his entire body to shrink at that exact moment to pull his arm from beneath her and detangle their tails at the same time in a carefully coordinated act turned out to be a thing that happened largely by luck.

As he quickly slid off the bed before releasing his concentration and returning to full size, he was happy that all of the impossibles, difficulties, and simples somehow added up to lean in his favor. He breathed a near silent sigh of relief and smiled as he looked over the still fast asleep Vylesh. All this effort would be worth it for a surprise he had been waiting for some time to spring on her. He had luckily already begun to lay the foundations of this some time ago, but classwork and adventuring for extra credits and spending money had kept him from completing it.

With precise and silent steps, he made his way to the dresser where they kept many of their 'toys' and withdrew the many lengths of rope stored within. He eyed the small hooks anchored into the ceiling, painted to carefully conceal them from casual observation. With a thought he willed his hands and feet to grow small pads comparable to a gecko, grateful that it was not as disconcerting a change as growing wings. He carefully climbed up the nearest wall and onto the ceiling as he set about threading the ropes through the hooks he had laid in preparation.

He made quick work of it, while thinking that his own larger form clinging to the ceiling was proof enough that this would work on Vylesh. As long as the hooks held. His eyes looked down to the still sleeping purple tiefling, and back to the hooks now holding up lengths of green rope. He had tested this earlier, and though he was larger than she was and therefore logically this meant no cause for concern of holding a smaller tiefling aloft, he couldn't help but worry still. Perhaps he should have placed this so she would be held over their bed in case she fell? No, he couldn't take her standing then. There was also a certain height above any surface she needed to be, to get that proper sense of helplessness. Even if she was in truth completely safe, he had seen to that, there needed to be that proper level of thrill and danger.

Eztli shook his head, and with another thought encased their room in a shroud of Darkness that even the tiefling would be unable to see through. He focused for a moment, and his eyes were psionically enhanced to see through this darkness as though it were not there. He could see in perfect color his beloved still sleeping softly, light purple framed by long and flowing orange hair. It was entirely on instinct that he licked his lips.

He let go of the ropes as they dangled beneath him, and unstuck himself from the ceiling and willed away his gecko hands and feet while falling. He landed with a thump as he rolled forward to absorb the fall. Vylesh woke with a start and panic quickly struck her as her eyes were met with pure darkness, and no Eztli to hold her. Before she could call out, Eztli had already risen and grabbed two of the ropes in his hands as he used his tail to fling the sheet off of Vylesh. He dove onto the bed as he quickly wrapped the ropes around her thighs while Vylesh rolled onto her back while trying to figure out what was going on. A scream was silenced by Eztli's lips pressed into hers, and his scaly hands gently caressing her to calm her.

"Just trust me, love." He said as he pulled back from the kiss.

Vylesh gulped and nodded as Eztli got to his feet and pulled on the ropes as she felt herself being dragged off the bed. She felt a rush while she was dragged but breathed a sigh of relief as she stopped before she hit the floor. His scaly hands were once again upon her, gently trailing along her front and squeezing at her breasts. She sighed happily at the feeling, all too receptive to being rolled onto her front. Her arms were quickly pulled behind her back and carefully bound as another rope was looped just under her arms and around her back.

She heard the rope being pulled and felt herself start to leave the comfort of the bed entirely, replaced with the sensation of dangling in the air and unable to move anything but her tail as she gently swung for a moment of panic before Eztli's hand on her shoulder stopped all movement.

Eztli willed away the Darkness, and Vylesh was finally able to see that she was well off the ground and looking out straight ahead she was faced with Eztli's large twin shafts already fully erect and oh so close to her. Through the confusion and adrenaline of being strung up like a chandelier after an abrupt awakening, she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of her man's two hard members in front of her like this.

"Can't help yourself, can you?" Eztli teased, pulling on the ropes to bring her closer to his members.

Closer though she was, Vylesh was still too far to reach out and lick at him. "W-well I love you and you are quite tasty..." She said while turning a darker shade of purple.

Eztli pulled on the ropes slightly to bring her closer, and Vylesh found her tongue reaching out to taste him. Just as the tip of her tongue almost reached the tip of his upper member, Eztli stopped pulling on the ropes to let her swing further away from him as she let out a pout of defeat at having come so close to her prize.

"Ah ah, what do we say?" Eztli said with an all too smug grin, his own raw desires only just being beaten out by the pleasure of making her beg.

Vylesh continued her pouting and frowning as she glared up at him, trying her best to look angry and failing horribly as it instead made her look even more adorable. And enticing if Eztli was being honest with himself. Which he was but he hid it behind flicking his tongue out at Vylesh as he tasted the air. And the scent and taste he got was one that betrayed her, and how much she was secretly enjoying this.

She couldn't even clamp her legs shut to hide her already wet sex. She tried glancing off away from him as she bit her lip before relenting.

"Please....please let me taste you...Eztli..." She said with defeat and need in her voice as she still avoided his eyes, though she could feel them boring into her.

Vylesh felt him release the ropes entirely and for a moment she thought he was going to try denying her even more. Instead, he grabbed her by the horns and forced her gaze upwards to him and the wild look in his eyes.

"If you need it so bad, then open wide." He growled out, the look in his eyes sending shivers down her spine.

She didn't fully process the request at first, and simply opened her mouth to say something. An opening that Eztli took advantage of in every sense of the word as he quickly pulled her forward all the way onto his top shaft. If her teeth had scraped against him, he paid no attention as he forced her down to the hilt. Vylesh gagged slightly in surprise from the sudden intrusion, trying to quickly adjust to the large invader down her throat. She focused on licking as best she could with her mouth completely filled, trying to get as much saliva onto him as she possibly could while he held her down on his shaft as she knew what was coming.

Eztli took a moment to steady his breathing as her tight throat gagging on his hard shaft threatened to break his focus. The sounds of her choking alongside her desperate licking to taste him and make this next part easier on her. He cracked a wicked smile as he resolved to do his best to make this anything but easy on her.

His grip on her horns tightened as he licked his lips, and he slowly pulled her off of his shaft. She took the opportunity to get a few quick inhales through her nose as she licked along his shaft, lamenting it leaving her mouth in the same thought as there was relief at no longer gagging at his large member invading her throat.

It was a short lived thought, as just as the head was about to leave her mouth, just as she was sucking at it to taste him and the clear fluid he was already leaking, just as she was savoring the taste of him and the feel in her mouth he quickly pulled her back down to the hilt in one motion. Her eyes had been heavy and wavering as she enjoyed tasting the tip, and in that one motion they shot open as her entire body was quickly pulled down onto his thick member.

He held her there as she once again loudly gagged and choked on his thick upper manhood while the lower twitched in unison with the upper. Aching for any touch and only occasionally gracing the soft flesh of her neck, Eztli was torturing himself more than Vylesh. Her own moans intermixed between the sounds of gagging and choking confirmed that notion. He grit his teeth and shook his head to focus.

And before she could adjust to his invading member once more, he pushed her away to withdraw sharply and pulled her back down onto him all in one motion. She let out a loud moan around his manhood as he did so, sending vibrations down his length to force a loud groan out of him.

"You take me so well, I'd think you like being used like this." Eztli teased as he tried to distract himself from the pleasure as he started up a rhythm of pulling her off of him before forcing her back down.

Vylesh simply hummed in response, which forced out another low groan from him. She may have been tied up and near completely immobile, but still getting to make him feel like this was pleasure enough for her. At least for now, as she knew that even once she got him to pop he wouldn't be satisfied with that alone. Even he didn't have enough restraint to leave it at just that. A notion that was confirmed by his tightening grip on her horns as he used her throat for his own pleasure.

It was a subtle change, but Eztli knew her well enough to know those gags and squeals had turned decidedly happy and pleased through his rough usage of her throat and mouth. He moaned her name in a moment of weakness, immediately making up for it by speeding up his actions and only feeling a slight twitch in one of his legs and his tail reacting to keep his balance while the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him again.

He had to focus somehow, he thought with eyelids shut as hard as his teeth were grit together. Another sensation of Vylesh gagging and trying to swallow around his shaft had his eyes spring open once more. Looking down at her just hanging there, impaled on his shaft, he had a wonderful view of her bottom.

Really a fantastic sight to behold, and enough of something else to focus on to keep him from ending this too soon. Her own tail was wrapped around her leg, possibly in an attempt at some manner of gripping something for comfort. He continued roughly forcing her down and pulling her off, swinging her back and forth on the rope as he smiled at the wonderful opening that small act of clinging to something for comfort gave him. One hand finally let go of her horn as he pulled himself down to the hilt again, as he gave a hard slap to her rear.

She may have still been relatively new to all of this, but Vylesh wasn't about to bite down even slightly with her man's hard shaft lodged firmly in her throat. The thought of hurting Eztli was something she couldn't even fathom. She did however choke hard in surprise as his scaly hand swatted her hard to sting delightfully at her flesh. The delight at him moaning her name loudly from this action even remained as he gave another hard strike to her rump.

"Even if I don't let you use your hands, you're far too good at this." He said before breaking down into low moans and groans through gritted teeth, left hand still firmly on her horn as he continued to roughly use her.

Vylesh moaned in satisfaction around his shaft again. Through his continued hard slaps to her bottom, and his manhood being roughly forced in and out of her throat, and the rush of dangling helpless and immobile she could still make him feel this way. So she moaned even more in between the gagging, the vibrations forcing another low groan from him. To which he matched with an extra hard swat to her rear.

As he drew his hand back for another slap, he felt himself finally starting to lose control as his right hand quickly went to her horn as he held her down onto his shaft as hard and as deep as he could possibly manage. Any restraint he had left in him gone as his hips finally bucked while trying to feel the tight sensation of the depths of her throat to the very last moments before he roared her name.

Vylesh swallowed as best she could with his large manhood firmly down her throat as it began to twitch and empty his seed into her, as the lower all too neglected shaft shot its own thick ropes onto her hanging breasts. She hummed along still to milk him dry, his hands so tightly gripping her horns he felt they might bleed. His own moans of her name making her smile, or at least smile as best she could with his manhood in her mouth.

She had won this round.

Eztli panted hard as he tried to catch his breath, the last few drops either being milked out into Vylesh's throat or falling to the ground. A fact that Vylesh lamented despite her victory. She had won that prize and now it was just going to waste. It was hers, and she deserved it she thought as he finally withdrew from her mouth and let her swing just out of reach of him once more. That she was finally able to take full breaths was a small consolation in the face of now getting to see the terrible waste of those final drops of his seed dripping from his still hardened manhood.

"You are never going to stop being smug about that, are you?" Eztli said before another large exhale, silently observing how his beloved was somehow being as draining as fighting monsters.

In the best of ways.

"M-maaaaybe..." Vylesh said, doing her best to tease him as she kept her eyes focused on his still hard twin manhoods. An act that carried the dual purpose of hiding her now maroon face as even she was surprised with her boldness.

"Well," He inhaled deeply, followed by a large exhale. "It's only fair then that I return the favor." He said as he flicked his tongue out, tasting on the air that she was soaking wet.

He took a step to the side of her, letting her hang for a moment on her own before grabbing a large handful of her breasts. She let out a sigh as he roughly kneaded them in his hands, letting out a small cry as her nipples were squeezed between his fingers. He tweaked each between his thumb and forefinger, letting the tip of his claws just barely graze them and smiling as she futilely squirmed under his touch.

And as quickly as he had started, his hands were drawn away as he took another large stride and he was gone from her vision to disappear behind her.

Vylesh's tail gripped her leg tighter. It was the only part of her she could really move while tied up like this, and even it managed to tie her up further. She was perhaps enjoying this far too much, despite all of Eztli's teasing so far. Her recent victory, even while tied up like this, had given her a rush that she was still riding the high of.

Her thoughts were shattered as she felt his long and wide tongue running across her soaking wet womanhood. With a silence that a lizardfolk of his size would seem incapable of, he had descended onto his knees and now had the plump cheeks of her rear in each hand. He held her open for him as he gave another long lick across her sex, dipping the twin tips of his tongue into her folds as he went.

Vylesh could swear she remembered how to moan not even one minute ago, but the surprise and helplessness of being tied up and suspended meant that the only reaction she could manage was a breathless squeal. The flick of his forked tongue at her clit sent a rush to her brain that managed to jog her memory as she let out a loud moan. A moan that was dragged out even longer at the feel of his long tongue prodding at her folds. He kneaded her rear in his hands, lightly raking his claws across her supple flesh as he lapped up every drop of wetness coming from her.

She had fully remembered how to moan now, and was taking advantage of that with a string of loud moans broken up only by her biting her lip as her eyes fluttered every time his tongue sunk into her folds. It wasn't the overwhelming and filling feeling of his manhoods but it was a softer, slicker sensation that had her straining against the ropes. He shoved his tongue in deep, tasting every bit of her as his claws dug into her purple rump. She cried out his name as his tongue was still buried in her, rewarding him with more of her juices as he refused to let up and let her feel the full length of his long tongue inside of her.

Vylesh could swear that she could feel the tips of that forked tongue in her soul as he dragged out another long moan from her as his face was coated in her juices.

Just as her climax was subsiding, just as she was catching her breath, she felt him slowly pulling that divine tongue out of her. An act she lamented while glad that his face was still buried between her legs and completely unable to see her hair a mess and stuck to her now maroon tinted, sweat covered face.

A shiver went down her spine as he finally withdrew the last of his tongue from her, after going agonizingly slow. Eztli followed up with a quick kiss to her clit to get another jolt and a yelp from the suspended tiefling. She couldn't help but let an all too satisfied grin spread across her face, though only for a moment before she felt him kiss lower where his tongue had only recently invaded.

It got another small yelp from her and another grin. When he kept going back, and kissed at the spot between her womanhood and her pucker she gave a more startled yelp. It wasn't a bad feeling, but he had clearly missed slightly while teasing her again.

This is what she told herself in the moment before he pulled her cheeks apart and planted another kiss on her rear hole.

She froze as her eyes went wide and her entire body went as rigid as if she had actually been frozen. Her tail had wrapped around her leg so tight she thought she might start losing circulation to it, or she would think that if she was capable of thought at this moment. As her mind tried and failed to collect its shattered pieces and put together a coherent thought, she felt those scaly lips against her pucker again as his claws dug into her plump purple flesh ever so lightly.

The wyvern had been a serious enough threat, but right now she was absolutely about to die.

"He made a mistake. Eztli made a horrible mistake. He made it twice. That's all it was and he will quickly realize what a mistake he's made and that felt good." Is what Vylesh quickly thought to herself as pure adrenaline once again gave her the ability to form complex thoughts. By the time she had realized the part about it feeling good were also her own thoughts, her mind was shattered again as she felt that tongue of his take a long lick of her pucker.

If she had been struggling to pick up the pieces of her shattered mind, that damnable tongue had come along and further crushed those pieces into a fine powder as another lick forced a pathetic squeak out of her in the only sound she was capable of producing at this moment.

She was going to die.

She was going to die of embarrassment. She was going to die of embarrassment as she was hanging here by ropes and her man was doing...these things to her. She was going to die, it felt so good.

No, that wasn't right? She meant that it felt so wrong. So wrong because it felt so good but was so wrong. And that just couldn't be an actual thought she was having right now?

Eztli used the twin tips of his tongue to lick just around her rear hole before giving it another kiss.

Vylesh was now reasonably sure she was dead, and all current thoughts were that of her ghost now too embarrassed to go on to the afterlife. And also wanting more, which was something that a living Vylesh could certainly never admit to herself. Thus proving that there was no other possibility than her being dead right now.

"You still alive up there?" Eztli asked, smugness dripping from his voice as he slowly kneaded her rump.

"No." Vylesh squeaked out, anything else requiring air. Air that would require remembering to breathe, and she remained unconvinced she was not currently a ghost.

"Mmmm I see." He dryly observed before tracing the flat of his tongue around her hole, feeling her legs tense up again as he still held her plump bottom in his hands. "So, I suppose I should stop then?"

"No." She answered far too quickly and with far too much force. Eztli's crest raised in amusement, Vyleshe's eyes went wide at her own boldness while she wondered if her own ghost could possess her to give such a response.

"So, I should continue then...because you like it?" Eztli teased, taking far too much pleasure in his revenge from earlier as he tapped his claws against soft purple flesh. She may have won the first round, but that just meant he had to win the rest of this.

Vylesh could only gulp and hang her head in defeat, taking a long and deep breath to remind herself that she was in fact alive. And that she was in fact enjoying this.

"...y-yes." She finally said with a wavering voice.

No sooner than she had surrendered the last of her dignity to him, Eztli gave a quick lick to her pucker as she quickly bit her lip to suppress a moan. As one of the tips of his tongue entered her she finally broke and let out a low moan, resolving to die of embarrassment and indignity at a later time.

"P-please don't stop..." She begged, unable to help herself.

Eztli rewarded her with the other tip entering her as he dipped his tongue further in before flicking it out. "I didn't know you would like it so much." He really couldn't help himself, and it was only fair after earlier.

"S-Shut up!" She cried out while only slightly hating herself for enjoying this so much.

Eztli simply shrugged with a smile and gave another long lick as she squealed out, with squeals slowly melting into a moan. He pressed the attack and sped up his licks, before pressing his tongue into her again. Vylesh had completely broken down into moans as she futilely struggled against the ropes.

Not to escape, but in a desperate attempt to wrap her legs and arms and anything she could around him to encourage him. In her delirium as he licked at her pucker she thought for a moment to use her tail to wrap around him. Her tail around his neck was a poor idea, and it quickly died as all other higher thoughts in her head were replaced by pure pleasure as he made her feel things she never dreamed of.

As she felt his forked tongue inside her once more wiggling every which way, he finally broke her as her climax washed over her as she screamed out his name. He didn't let up as his tongue still assaulted her and threatened to finally kill her for real as pleasure overwhelmed her. She could only give into whimpers and moans and panting, Eztli still not relenting until he gave a final long lick followed by a final kiss to her pucker.

She tried catching her breath, gasping for air while being certain that this was death. This was the afterlife and he had killed her.

A hard slap to her rump got her attention as she let out a squeal, but it was all the proof she needed. She was dead and he was her torturer for all eternity.

She never felt so lucky, and her tail finally uncoiled from her leg to thrash about in indignation to cover up her immense joy and pleasure.

"Well, glad you enjoyed that my love." Eztli cooed as he gently traced his claws along her rump with his left hand. His right was at his twin shafts, stroking them slightly while eyeing her holes as she was still panting heavily.

He moved fast, not wanting to give her too much time to recover, pressing the tips of his members to her entrances. He calmly asked "Ready, love?"

Vylesh was still in a haze, barely capable of putting together a thought, gasped as she felt him press at her. It was just enough of a shock to her system to remind her how much she wanted that right now.

"Y-yes-ah!" She was barely able to get a response out before she felt his heads start to press into her womanhood and her rear.

Eztli gave a toothy grin as he felt Vylesh tense up and gasp as he started pressing into her, letting out a groan himself as he continued in one motion to savor her quickly struggling to adjust to his sizes until he was buried to the hilts within her.

He rested a clawed hand on her hip, digging the sharp tips in slightly to her supple flesh. "That's a good girl, you take me so easily now." He teased as he gave her a hard spank.

She cried out, tensing up and producing the desired effect as his twin members were squeezed even tighter within her. "See? You just can't get enough of me." He said with a chuckle, giving her another spank for good measure.

Vylesh tried to protest but quickly lost the will to speak after she felt him start to quickly withdraw from her before just as quickly slamming back into her all the way. She let out a yelp as she was once again taken by surprise. He repeated this action several more times until he built into a steady rhythm as Vylesh still moved against her bindings. She didn't want to escape, and in fact wanted nothing more than Eztli right now, but rather as she struggled it made herself tighter. It made him stretch out her holes all the more, and it urged him on.

So she struggled for him against the ropes, a small smile creeping across her face as she bit her lip. Eztli responded in kind with his own toothy smile as he sped up his thrusts in and out of her. Every so often he would pause as he was down to the hilts as he would enjoy the tightness of her holes gripping him like a vice. He kept this up for some time until he stopped completely while his hands traced along Vylesh's sides and sent shivers down her spine.

"Mmm don't stop..." Vylesh cooed, eager for her lover to start again as she played at struggling against her restraints to get him going again.

Eztli ran his claw along her side, across her rump, and to her tail. He traced along it briefly before gripping it in his hand and pulling just hard enough to get a reaction out of her. Vylesh gave a short gasp as she was pulled back against him in her hanging bindings.

He enjoyed her tightening up again one final time as he slowly began to withdraw his shafts from Vylesh until only the heads remained. Vylesh wriggled against her restraints in a desperate attempt to feel more of him inside of her again. She gave a final pout of protest as she felt him slowly withdraw both heads. And for a moment she wondered if she had done something wrong.

Only for a moment, as such thoughts were quickly interrupted by the tip of his tail quickly being roughly inserted into her still soaking wet sex. Not exactly what she had been hoping for, but it still drew a loud moan from her nonetheless. More moans soon followed as Eztli started to move his tail in and out of her womanhood.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned, focusing on the new sensation and getting lost in it.

It took her all the longer to process the feeling of one of his heads being pressed to her tight pucker.

No.

Two.

Her eyes immediately flew open as panic set in. At least panic tried its best to set in as Eztli's tail was currently doing its best to thoroughly distract her. Though panic did seem to be winning out as Vylesh wondered how she was possibly going to handle both of his masses in her rear when just one was almost too much for her.

"Shhhh, relax. I know you can take it." Eztli said in a gentle voice, trying his best to calm Vylesh as he paused to comfort her.

Vylesh gulped hard, tasting some of Eztli's seed still on her tongue as she did so. She gave a small smile at the taste, inhaling deeply and nodding.

Eztli gave a light pat to her rump as he released her tail, placing his hand at her hip instead to steady her as his other hand guided both tips into her tight rear. With great effort and his claws digging into the flesh of her hip for grip, both heads entered her rear with a pop as Vylesh bit down hard on her lip to suppress a scream. The pain was overwhelming and agonizing and yet...sweet. Sweet and pleasurable. With each inch he pushed his twin masses into her rear she was further overcome by that sweet agony washing over her mind. His tail kept thrusting in and out of her womanhood as he pressed further into her rear, it was a delightful contrast that helped her focus.

She focused on relaxing as she struggled to take his twin shafts, first trying to focus on his tail and the things it was doing to her. Before long though, intense pain matched by an even greater pleasure was all she could focus on. She tasted blood on her tongue from biting her lip so hard, and a few tears were slipping from her tightly shut eyes. And then he stopped moving, as she realized he was down to the hilt inside of her yet again. Her mouth hung open as she gasped for air, she realized even his tail had stopped moving within her.

"See? I knew you could take it. Such a good girl." He said as he reached up to grab a fist full of her long orange hair.

Vylesh was pulled out of her near mindless haze in a near literal sense as he pulled at her hair. He turned her head to the side, finally making eye contact with her as he smiled a warm smile in defiance of the lewd scene they were currently engaged in. She couldn't help but return the smile as best she could as she still gasped for air, her body still trying to adjust to being filled so thoroughly.

"Love you Vylesh." He simply said, free hand still caressing her hip.

Vylesh couldn't help but blush, even now of all times as he had her tied up, tail buried in her sex, and twin members invading her pucker. And she was blushing still at a simple I love you. She would hang her head to hide her quickly reddening face if he wasn't preventing her from doing so thanks to a fist full of her hair.

"I-I love you too Eztli." She said between gasps and between biting down harder on her already raw lip.

The only warning she got that he was starting again was his grin widening slightly, crest raising near imperceptibly, and a tightening of his grip on her hair. Small comfort in the face of him quickly withdrawing near all the way from her before slamming his shafts back into her tight rear. It was hard enough to knock the wind out of her as she desperately tried to gasp for more air, and in her gasping she felt that as he withdrew once more his tail quickly sunk into her womanhood once more.

Eztli grunted out as he once again thrust hard and deep into her pucker while withdrawing his tail, trying to focus on not being overcome by the vice grip of Vylesh. He had to win this one, he couldn't let her overwhelm him like this. So he gave her rump a hard spank. And another and another. Vylesh cried out with each slap against her bottom, clenching tightly as she did to unknowingly spurr Eztli on even further as he built up a rhythm of roughly thrusting both shafts into her tight rear as his tail withdrew from her sex, before quickly pulling from her rear as his tail quickly filled her womanhood once more. Never letting her have enough time to recover, always keeping her filled.

But with each slap of her plump cheeks he was able to force himself to focus a bit. Focus on the feel of his obsidian scaled hand colliding with her supple purple flesh, feeling the shockwaves going through her, and watching her skin at the point of impact growing more and more maroon. He licked his lips as he kept thrusting in and out of her holes harder and harder, eyeing the spot on her rear now thoroughly marked by hard slaps.

Vylesh's thoughts were few. A part of her remembered to keep breathing, though it was closer to gasping and panting. She felt pain overwhelming, mixed with pleasure as a part of her wondered how such pain could feel so good. And a very small part of her that wanted to die of embarrassment as she was strung up and stuffed so full.

"Harder, Eztli." The words slipped from her mouth, her eyes going wide as she realized what she had said.

Eztli stopped, and pulled at her hair again to look her in the eye. Vylesh quickly looked away as she felt her entire body turning a dark maroon. She dared to glance back and had never seen Eztli showing so many teeth locked in a smile, a smile broken only by the flick of his tongue as she wondered if she would just be a red tiefling from now on.

"Since you insist." He said, keeping the grin but even if she had not been looking she would have been able to hear the grin.

She absolutely heard the loud slap to her rear, and felt it even harder as she cried out. He grabbed her hip, and regained his firm grip on her hair. Her tail quickly wrapped around his arm, not wanting to release him just yet. He quickly withdrew his members, and just as quickly thrust back into Vylesh. He built up another rhythm with his tail as his relentless assault grew faster, grunting and groaning harder to match Vylesh's own ragged moans. Every thrust into her brought another louder groan from Eztli.

Eztli was going as hard and as fast as he could now, feeling himself getting close. He felt her tight walls gripping his twin shafts hard, still futilely trying to adjust to his size in a task made even harder as his tail assaulted her sex. All doubt was gone from Vylesh's mind, all pain not serving as a consequence of her daring to ask for more. It was instead a delightful reward as she felt herself roughly and repeatedly stretched out. He wasn't being even slightly gentle, and she loved it.

They were both close, and both knew it by how intense and desperate their moans were getting. Vylesh may have been suspended in the air but he kept such a firm grip on her that she was barely swinging about. Only her full breasts were left to hang, a fact quickly changed as Eztli released her hair and leaned down against her. His now free arm roughly groping at her breasts as he grunted loudly in her ear, his final desperate thrusts getting as deep into her as he could to feel every last bit of her squeezing him.

Vylesh felt she might die as she had never felt so full and stretched out, refusing out of a need to prolong this feeling. His tail sunk deep into her sex as he moaned her name into her ear, an act that finally sent her over the edge as her own climax hit. Her walls squeezed tight as her nectar flowed from her sex, coating his tail. She moaned out his name as her holes clamped down on him, Eztli letting out a final groan as his twin members pulsed inside her tight pucker as his own orgasm filled her. She felt a final rush of pain as his two large shafts twitched and throbbed within her, followed by a wave of euphoria and satisfaction at having drawn such a reaction from him.

His thumb and forefinger tweaked her nipple as he grunted and filled her still, legs wobbling only slightly as he kept himself propped up while leaning against a suspended Vylesh for support. Vylesh bit her lip again as she felt the last twitches of his shafts within her, she tried to tighten herself to squeeze the last few drops of his seed from him. He pinched her nipple between her claws in retribution as he let out a low groan a final time from feeling her tight rear milk him for every last drop.

"You just had to get the last word in, didn't you?" He said as he tried to catch his breath.

She gave a mischievous smile, wriggling her bottom against him a final time as she felt him starting to soften within her.

"I didn't say a single word." She teased, all too pleased with herself.

Eztli's tail slipped from her womanhood as he rested on the hanging Vylesh. "I'd go again right now just to get back at you if I could." He muttered in her ear.

"Mmmm but I suppose you are pretty drained now. I wonder why that could be?" She teased with a giggle as she moved her rear against him again.

"You've gotten bold for someone tied up and still with two dicks in her ass." He said with mock indignation.

"W-well I still did manage to get that reaction from you, even tied up and helpless." She said, though she was still blushing heavily.

Eztli glared out ahead, sight partially obstructed by her curtain of orange hair. "So helpless..." He mumbled, idly tweaking her nipples and groping her breasts while wondering how to possibly not call this a defeat.

That was until he got an idea.

Vylesh giggled again. "Helpless and ye-" She was cut off as she felt Eztli's tongue flick out against her face. "E-Eztli!"

The first part of his plan worked as her train of thought was broken. The second part of his plan involved quite a bit of willpower as it involved finally withdrawing from the still exquisitely tight embrace of Vylesh's rear. He licked Vylesh's face again, taking the moment of her recoiling to withdraw from her to feel her vice grip one more time. It took some effort but he finally pulled free of her, lamenting no longer being inside while releasing her breasts from his grasp.

Vylesh lamented no longer being so filled, and battled with the dual feelings of relief at no longer being in pain and disappointment and no longer being in such pain that brought pleasure. She felt his warm seed running out of her, mixing with her own juices. It was a reminder of the pleasure she had made him feel mixing with proof of how he could make her feel. She had little time to happily dwell on this before she felt Eztli's scaly hand slap her rump again to get a small moan out of her.

"That hardly works as a punishment when you enjoy it so much." He teased as he gave her several more hard spanks. "Then again, you are a good girl so I suppose it's only right that I reward you isn't it?"

The poor purple tiefling was already at her limit, but wasn't about to give up yet. She took a deep breath to focus, only to feel his hands on her breasts again and claws lightly pinching her nipples while he sank to his knees to be at her level.

"Vylesh, do you trust me?" He plainly asked, all teasing gone from his voice.

It caught her off guard at first, and it took her a moment of mulling it over and accepting that she did in fact trust him. That she had found someone she trusted so much, and wanted to be with. To share in these feelings and experiences.

"O-of course I do!" She said, voice unsteady as her sensitive nipples were lightly pinched by the needle like tips of his claws.

"Good." He said as he leaned down to kiss her cheek as he continued tweaking her nipples. "See, there are those who say you can't improve upon perfection. I say they are small minded. Take your wonderful breasts for example, they're divine."

He was all too casual about this as he kept groping and pinching her. The action and praise was making Vylesh heat up again, turning into a full body blush. She felt one of his hands pull away from her, making her pout. The sound of one of the dresser drawers opening startled her but she relaxed as she saw Eztli holding out his hand, his telekinesis bringing something over into his grasp. He brought it up for her to see, and she didn't understand at first. They were two small silver barbells, almost like jewelry of some sort. He held them in his palm as his hand and claws once again went to lightly pinching her nipples.

Her eyes went wide as she figured it out. Those were piercings.

"You can say no, but I think they would look wonderful on you. Think of it as another way of marking you." He said in a low voice, still gently tweaking her nipples as her heart raced. "Others might see a bite, and know you're mine. But these? These are to remind you." He growled in her ear.

"Every time you shift against some fabric, every time something so much as nudges them, every time I decide to play with them, it will remind you that you're mine. That I love you, and I'm going to make you feel this way and I'm going to make it hurt so good." He said as he flicked out his long forked tongue to lick at her face.

Vylesh didn't even recoil as she listened to what he said, she only felt her own heavy breathing and the blood rushing to her face. That her body was betraying her again as she shifted in her restraints to push her breasts more into his hands.

"So, what do you say?" He whispered in her ear.

She breathed heavy, each breath careful as she took it all in. It was still amazing to her how someone could want her this much, and she wanted him back.

"Make me yours, Eztli." She breathily moaned.

He leaned in, kissing her lightly on the lips. And then pinched hard enough for his claws to pierce flesh. Vylesh felt a pop, followed shortly by her entire body heating up in intense pain. Being a tiefling had its perks, resistance to fire being one of them. That didn't help this time, as a cry died in her throat as she seized up. Eztli worked quickly, inserting the jewelry with an impressive amount of dexterity for claws as he telekinetically brought over a small cloth and bottle of alcohol to clean her up.

"See? Easy." He said before kissing her forehead. "Now, let's get you down."

Eztli quickly strode over to the ropes holding her aloft, gently easing her down to the floor as she blinked away a few tears from the pain still stinging at her. He quickly untied her and wrapped her up in a hug, even his tail wrapping around hers as they sat on the floor. She was still shaking slightly as he held her. He did his best to calm her by holding her close and gently caressing her.

"Wanna see how they look?" He asked as he nuzzled at her neck.

She simply mumbled out an "Mhmmm." as her voice still struggled.

He carefully held her and lifted her off the floor as he stood. Vylesh yelped slightly as he held her up and walked the two of them to the vanity mirror off to the side of their bed. Vylesh had yet to stop blushing from everything that had happened this morning, and seeing herself held in Eztli's arms in the mirror was doing nothing to change that. Then she saw her new piercings. Just two small bars of metal, really. They still hurt. But she did blush a bit more as she saw how they looked against her. The bits of silver were a nice contrast to her dark purple nipples, and her lighter purple skin. Even after having them freshly pierced, she couldn't help but smile a bit.

"I really like them, Eztli." She said smiling happily, still holding onto him for support.

"See? I told you." Eztli said as he flicked his tongue out against her neck again.

His grip on her tightened a bit as he took several steps backward, and fell back onto the bed as Vylesh gave a surprised yell at the sudden falling sensation. Eztli just laughed as Vylesh frowned and remained a dark maroon.

"D-did you really have to do that?" She pouted.

"Absolutely." Eztli said between laughs. "We have established just what your screams do for me." He teased as he caught her indignantly flailing tail with his own.

Vylesh continued pouting for a bit as she laid on Eztli before tracing her fingers along his scaly arms still holding her tight.

"Well...at least now I know how to get you to yell extra loud." She said with a slight grin as she moved her rump against him again for exaggerated effect.

Eztli's eyes went wide as he had to will himself to hold back less they got nothing done that day, despite how enticing that sounded.

"Well, that's privileged information so don't-"

"I've seen you get hit with fireballs and you didn't yell nearly as loud then as when I was su- Eep!" Vylesh's own attempts at interrupting Eztli were interrupted when he nibbled hard at her neck.

"Hmmm, not bad. But I can think of at least three flavors of my Vylesh that I like more. I may have even discovered my new favorite today." He teased again to Vylesh's indignation.

She sputtered slightly, but continued undeterred. "Still sounds like I found a few more tricks to get someone eager and loud today. Even when helpless." She cooed as she was determined to win.

Eztli grumbled and pulled away from her to lay her on her back. He quickly got into position as he pinned her wrists to either side of her head and loomed over her, glaring. It didn't last as a smile returned to his lips before he leaned down to kiss her.

"Love you, Vylesh." He said as he gazed into her eyes, toothy grin still wide.

"I love you too, Eztli." She said with a slight smile. Counting another win for herself with the man whose heart she had thoroughly won.