Thread: The New Eden Project {darkest_fate&Google}

Most of his kind did not posses a tail, though Jandrax doubted many humans knew much about the distinction between the classes of the Rangarian race he knew that this was one of the most obvious. The royalty weren't just taller and more fit then the others, they also possessed tails, strong and powerful with a great deal of flexibility, entirely prehensile. It wasn't just a cosmetic thing either, the royalty often made use of the extra appendage, Jandrax in particular found it very handy to have another way through which he can manipulate the world and object around him. Emma Watson was what he was manipulating in that moment, the tail helping her kneel easily before moving up to stroke its tip over her exposed back, in particular tracing her spine with feather light touch. At her touch the prince grunted a little bit, working to keep control of himself and maintain his dignity. The Splicing made the sex drive of the recipient exceptionally powerful but it was based of Rangnarian physiology. Sure his own sex drive was no where as strong as that of a human affected by splicing but her presence was still a potent aphrodisiac, he wanted her in the worst possible way, wanted to drain his balls deep inside of her cunt until she was carrying his young. All of that made him more sensitive then he would normally be and even that touch was enough to send a rush of pleasure through his body... but the prince maintained control. The changes wrought by the Splice are more wide spread then you might think. He assured her as a reaction to her comment about not knowing if it will fit. Your body would have to stretch a fair deal but I assure you that you could ride me without far too much trouble. Oh sure he knew it would be a bit of a painful stretch of course but she would be able to handle it. His flesh was not unlike that of a human, warm and pliant though there were some subtle differences. The texture almost seemed to have something of a scaling pattern to it though only so much that it wouldn't be perfectly smooth. His cock was much the same as that of a human when it came to touch, even when hard it still had a little give though the ridges and small spines were harder then the rest of the flesh was, still pliant but not quite as much, they would maintain their shape the entire time he was deep inside of her, lightly catching and dragging along her walls. The scent of cinnamon seemed to fill the air, faint and fleeting, the scent of the Rangnarian body would be familiar but not quite identical and difficult to place. The taste of his seed would be similar, reminiscent of different spices but the identity of those particular spices would be elusive and on the tip of her tongue. Your hands feel good Emma... He praised her as the leaking fluid from the tip of his cock helped to ease her hands over him, the more her hand moved over him the faster it poured from the tip. But I know that you need more then that. Emphasis on the word know, he could smell her, she seemed to be filling the room, his entire body seemed to throb with the need to have her. Just stroking me with your hands won't relieve the pressure that you feel right now and I am dying to feel your tongue working over my flesh. His tail was moving, it had been teasing along her spine but now was starting to slip down into her dress, slowly running over more and more of her body as it progressed towards the source of her own discomfort.