Eat You Up
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,094
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2
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Eat You Up
Title: Eat You Up
Word Count: 1284
Warnings: blood play, violent sex, implied D/s relationship
Characters: Dhani and Sermi
Story Type: One Shot
Author’s Note: Yay! Lamia porn! I like this pairing too much to not write more for it so when I get a chance, I’ll come up with something for them. Please remember to leave a review if you liked it.
“You taste so good on my tongue,” Dhani murmured against Sermi’s neck, opening his mouth wide and dragging his fangs over the trembling tendons in the little lamia’s neck. “I could just eat you up…” A thin scratch appeared on Sermi’s pale green skin and as Dhani stared at the tiny wound, a drop of blood welled up in it and started to slide down the side of that arched neck. Dhani moaned low in his throat and licked the drop of blood up before it could get out of his reach.
Sermi’s blood tasted like heaven on the tip of Dhani’s forked tongue. The older lamia groaned and tried to keep himself from ripping his younger mate’s throat open to get more of that delicious red liquid on his tongue. More alluring to Dhani than the taste of Sermi’s crimson blood was his mate’s scent. It was almost too much to handle, Sermi’s heady scent of passion fruit and some kind of sharp spice…Dhani licked his lips as his mate squirmed against him and he touched his fingers to the buttons that held Sermi’s soft loincloth closed. “May I undress you?” His thin lips vibrated against the scales on the back of Sermi’s neck as he spoke. “I don’t want to ruin your pretty loincloth during our rut like I always do…I hate to make you mend them every time.”
“I don’t mind it if you tear them,” Sermi breathed, his low voice earnest and just a little bit husky with desire. “That’s why I wear them. I want you to be able to take me whenever you want…I’m your mate. I exist to please you.” Against the scales that framed the crack of Sermi’s narrow backside, Dhani’s cock hardened, slipping out of its sheath to slip over the flimsy back of Sermi’s shift. Dhani hissed out loud and slid a hand down to tease at his mate’s navel, dipping a clawed fingertip into that recessed hollow and starting to thrust it just enough to get his Sermi to cry out.
Sermi gave into his mate almost instantly, writhing as his mate fingered his bellybutton and he presented his ass to his mate. “Please Dhani,” he whined, undoing the buttons that held his meager clothing together and letting the silk shift slide down his pale green legs down to the floor. “I need you to fill me up…Please!” Dhani stared at the gift that he was being offered: the lean muscles of Sermi’s back, the emerald colored scales that liberally littered his pale skin, and the beautiful dark green bud of the young lamia’s asshole.
Dhani and Sermi were nothing at all alike. While Sermi was an obvious submissive, practically leaking prey pheromones from his pores, Dhani was a hunter in every way. He was taller than Sermi even when they were in their more natural forms and his shoulders were much broader than Sermi’s and they were covered by an intricate design of dark blue scales. Sermi often loved to trace the patterns with his tongue when the two lamias were intimate and it usually led to a quick rut on the main floor of their den.
“You’re not in season?” Dhani found himself asking, even though he couldn’t smell any of the pheromones that usually hinted towards Sermi’s heat season. “I thought that this was close to your season…” Sermi shook his head and made a pleading sound in his throat. “It’s close but I want you even though it’s not time yet.” His back arched as the head of Dhani’s immense erection pushed past the muscles of his entrance, stretching his insides even though he and Dhani had a very active sex life.
Sermi moaned as Dhani pushed into him with more force than he normally used when they rutted and he tried not to fall over as his knees gave out. “I –uh- I’m going to fall,” Sermi managed to stammer out in between some of Dhani’s more punishing thrusts. He clung to what little bit of Dhani’s skin that he could reach and wailed as pleasure spiraled through his body and made his cock slide out of his own sheath as at last, the thick cock inside of him pressed into his most sensitive of nerves.
Suddenly Sermi’s legs buckled and he slumped against his mate’s larger body. A strong arm wrapped around his waist before he could fall over and Dhani lowered them both to the comfortable dirt floor of their den. Dhani cupped Sermi’s chin in one large hand and turn his head so that they could kiss.
Kissing was such a human behavior to practice, but Sermi adored it and who was Dhani to deny his mate something as simple as a kiss. He flicked his tongue against Sermi’s tongue, twining them together as he pushed his cock harder into Sermi’s slick entrance. His mate sobbed into his mouth, raking his claws down his arms and creating thin lines that healed almost instantly.
“Harder!” Sermi demanded, his cry petering out in a soft hiss as Dhani scraped his fangs over the side of his neck. Dhani pressed his fangs in until both lamias heard the unmistakable pop of Sermi’s skin breaking. Blood flooded Dhani’s mouth and his cock swelled even further inside of Sermi’s entrance as the taste of his mate’s rich life essence danced on his taste buds. He pounded into Sermi’s tight entrance with more force than he had used before and all that Sermi could do was cry out and moan his mate’s name as he balanced on the edge of indescribable bliss.
His tender cock jerked as Dhani drank him down and before Sermi knew it, his climax was upon him. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he moaned loudly before going limp in his lover’s arms.
Dhani muffled his own climax in Sermi’s bleeding throat, his mouth working furiously to catch all of his mate’s blood as it spewed into his mouth. He drank until his young mate started to turn a pasty shade of green and his heart slowed to a dangerous level. When he sensed that he had taken too much blood from his small lover, Dhani pulled his fangs out of that bloody throat and set his lover down on the floor.
Sermi didn’t move at all at first and Dhani wondered if he had damaged his lover beyond repair. But then the young, green lamia snorted and rolled over, stretching his hand out to touch his mate’s scale-covered hip. Dhani was proud of his mate, not many of their kind could handle the extreme blood thirst and sexual drive that he had. The blue lamia had gone through dozens of playthings in order to try to find one that wouldn’t break under pressure and finally, his Sermi had been given to him by a visiting prince.
The younger lamia looked weak and physically fragile, but he had proven himself to be sturdy enough to survive Dhani’s games and his hunger.
And their rut would be much more gratifying when his little Sermi went into season.
Dhani licked his lips to clean them of Sermi’s blood and then pulled his slumbering mate up into his arms. “Yes…”Dhani hissed as he watched his mate’s neck heal right before his eyes, “I can’t wait to have you writhing beneath me as your season drives you mad…”
Sermi’s season meant that he would be more willing to try new things that he wouldn’t normally submit to otherwise and Dhani was looking forward to finally impregnating his new mate and having something to brag about in their coil.
Something besides his Sermi’s unconditional submission that is…
Word Count: 1284
Warnings: blood play, violent sex, implied D/s relationship
Characters: Dhani and Sermi
Story Type: One Shot
Author’s Note: Yay! Lamia porn! I like this pairing too much to not write more for it so when I get a chance, I’ll come up with something for them. Please remember to leave a review if you liked it.
“You taste so good on my tongue,” Dhani murmured against Sermi’s neck, opening his mouth wide and dragging his fangs over the trembling tendons in the little lamia’s neck. “I could just eat you up…” A thin scratch appeared on Sermi’s pale green skin and as Dhani stared at the tiny wound, a drop of blood welled up in it and started to slide down the side of that arched neck. Dhani moaned low in his throat and licked the drop of blood up before it could get out of his reach.
Sermi’s blood tasted like heaven on the tip of Dhani’s forked tongue. The older lamia groaned and tried to keep himself from ripping his younger mate’s throat open to get more of that delicious red liquid on his tongue. More alluring to Dhani than the taste of Sermi’s crimson blood was his mate’s scent. It was almost too much to handle, Sermi’s heady scent of passion fruit and some kind of sharp spice…Dhani licked his lips as his mate squirmed against him and he touched his fingers to the buttons that held Sermi’s soft loincloth closed. “May I undress you?” His thin lips vibrated against the scales on the back of Sermi’s neck as he spoke. “I don’t want to ruin your pretty loincloth during our rut like I always do…I hate to make you mend them every time.”
“I don’t mind it if you tear them,” Sermi breathed, his low voice earnest and just a little bit husky with desire. “That’s why I wear them. I want you to be able to take me whenever you want…I’m your mate. I exist to please you.” Against the scales that framed the crack of Sermi’s narrow backside, Dhani’s cock hardened, slipping out of its sheath to slip over the flimsy back of Sermi’s shift. Dhani hissed out loud and slid a hand down to tease at his mate’s navel, dipping a clawed fingertip into that recessed hollow and starting to thrust it just enough to get his Sermi to cry out.
Sermi gave into his mate almost instantly, writhing as his mate fingered his bellybutton and he presented his ass to his mate. “Please Dhani,” he whined, undoing the buttons that held his meager clothing together and letting the silk shift slide down his pale green legs down to the floor. “I need you to fill me up…Please!” Dhani stared at the gift that he was being offered: the lean muscles of Sermi’s back, the emerald colored scales that liberally littered his pale skin, and the beautiful dark green bud of the young lamia’s asshole.
Dhani and Sermi were nothing at all alike. While Sermi was an obvious submissive, practically leaking prey pheromones from his pores, Dhani was a hunter in every way. He was taller than Sermi even when they were in their more natural forms and his shoulders were much broader than Sermi’s and they were covered by an intricate design of dark blue scales. Sermi often loved to trace the patterns with his tongue when the two lamias were intimate and it usually led to a quick rut on the main floor of their den.
“You’re not in season?” Dhani found himself asking, even though he couldn’t smell any of the pheromones that usually hinted towards Sermi’s heat season. “I thought that this was close to your season…” Sermi shook his head and made a pleading sound in his throat. “It’s close but I want you even though it’s not time yet.” His back arched as the head of Dhani’s immense erection pushed past the muscles of his entrance, stretching his insides even though he and Dhani had a very active sex life.
Sermi moaned as Dhani pushed into him with more force than he normally used when they rutted and he tried not to fall over as his knees gave out. “I –uh- I’m going to fall,” Sermi managed to stammer out in between some of Dhani’s more punishing thrusts. He clung to what little bit of Dhani’s skin that he could reach and wailed as pleasure spiraled through his body and made his cock slide out of his own sheath as at last, the thick cock inside of him pressed into his most sensitive of nerves.
Suddenly Sermi’s legs buckled and he slumped against his mate’s larger body. A strong arm wrapped around his waist before he could fall over and Dhani lowered them both to the comfortable dirt floor of their den. Dhani cupped Sermi’s chin in one large hand and turn his head so that they could kiss.
Kissing was such a human behavior to practice, but Sermi adored it and who was Dhani to deny his mate something as simple as a kiss. He flicked his tongue against Sermi’s tongue, twining them together as he pushed his cock harder into Sermi’s slick entrance. His mate sobbed into his mouth, raking his claws down his arms and creating thin lines that healed almost instantly.
“Harder!” Sermi demanded, his cry petering out in a soft hiss as Dhani scraped his fangs over the side of his neck. Dhani pressed his fangs in until both lamias heard the unmistakable pop of Sermi’s skin breaking. Blood flooded Dhani’s mouth and his cock swelled even further inside of Sermi’s entrance as the taste of his mate’s rich life essence danced on his taste buds. He pounded into Sermi’s tight entrance with more force than he had used before and all that Sermi could do was cry out and moan his mate’s name as he balanced on the edge of indescribable bliss.
His tender cock jerked as Dhani drank him down and before Sermi knew it, his climax was upon him. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he moaned loudly before going limp in his lover’s arms.
Dhani muffled his own climax in Sermi’s bleeding throat, his mouth working furiously to catch all of his mate’s blood as it spewed into his mouth. He drank until his young mate started to turn a pasty shade of green and his heart slowed to a dangerous level. When he sensed that he had taken too much blood from his small lover, Dhani pulled his fangs out of that bloody throat and set his lover down on the floor.
Sermi didn’t move at all at first and Dhani wondered if he had damaged his lover beyond repair. But then the young, green lamia snorted and rolled over, stretching his hand out to touch his mate’s scale-covered hip. Dhani was proud of his mate, not many of their kind could handle the extreme blood thirst and sexual drive that he had. The blue lamia had gone through dozens of playthings in order to try to find one that wouldn’t break under pressure and finally, his Sermi had been given to him by a visiting prince.
The younger lamia looked weak and physically fragile, but he had proven himself to be sturdy enough to survive Dhani’s games and his hunger.
And their rut would be much more gratifying when his little Sermi went into season.
Dhani licked his lips to clean them of Sermi’s blood and then pulled his slumbering mate up into his arms. “Yes…”Dhani hissed as he watched his mate’s neck heal right before his eyes, “I can’t wait to have you writhing beneath me as your season drives you mad…”
Sermi’s season meant that he would be more willing to try new things that he wouldn’t normally submit to otherwise and Dhani was looking forward to finally impregnating his new mate and having something to brag about in their coil.
Something besides his Sermi’s unconditional submission that is…