Thread: Monster Quest (Mouse + DonVoltonus)

Francis giggled as Nyrias tongue tickled her skin even as it sent goose bumps racing along her flesh. Her mate or husband or whatever Nyria was to be called was delightfully upfront and informative, even complimentary. And her hands were magical against her beneath the confines of her obnoxious gown. Her own hands continued to explore that silken tale, so strange to the touch but not at all unpleasant as shed feared. Did her hands bring the same pleasure to Nyrya, making her heart race the way it did hers? Her nipples pearled as Nyria rubbed her body along hers until their fronts were pressed together. Her own hands had to adjust to the white serpents shifting body and found her grip on the thick coils where a human womans thighs would be. There was muscle under that silk and it suddenly struck Francis just how vulnerable she really was. Not just politically, but physically. If Nyria sneezed and squeezed her coils all at once, Francis spine would snap like a twig beneath a boot. Nyrias voice was a sweet music to her ears, her touch a concerto sending magical vibrations throughout Francis body. So powerful and wonderful to hear, that she almost missed the meaning of the words for the pleasure of their sound and that light huskiness that had crept into the blend. What was foreplay? All of her instructors had informed her that her husband would teach her in all things sexual when she was married. Of course, shed spent enough time riding horses to understand the basic mechanics, but Nyria seemed to imply that there was more to the act than simple mounting. Would she be ashamed that Francis had no idea what she was doing? Irritated by her lack of knowledge? Nyria had been absolutely fine, if forward and eager, up until now, would that change when she learned just how little experience she had? Thought ceased when the end of Nyrias velveteen tail slithered twixt her legs, pressing aside the irritating layers of petticoats to caress the flesh of her inner thigh. Francis gasped and jerked at the initial contact. No one had touched her there since she was a child, and even then shed been pretending to be a boy so that she could wrestle. This was very very different, and she found herself spreading her legs to allow her mate better access. It was only by some miracle that she didnt close her own eyes and lean back to savor the contact, otherwise shed have missed the spectacular sight of Nyria disrobing. Her breasts were pale and perfect, supporting themselves as if still held aloft by the gown even as the cloth toppled from the bed to the floor. Her rosy nipples stood at perky attention, and her flat tummy was both taught and soft. Francis refused to let herself look lower, toward the juncture of snake and woman flesh as her face burned with a thousand different conflicting emotions. Suddenly she found her limbs racing to tear key pieces of her stupid dress, which would normally have been undone before entering the bed, either with the help of her partner or a handmaiden. In a flurry of cloth, the gown was ruined so that all it would take was a gentle tug on the part of her new husband to send it to the floor. Face still burning, she stopped and reached out to tentatively cup one of those delicious looking breasts. I-I dont know much about this part of marriage, she admitted, locking her gaze with Nyrias crimson eyes. B-but Ill do my best to please you, husband. Her other hand trailed upwards from Nyrias tail until it met soft human flesh, and still holding her gaze, Francis began to seek out her mates sex organs.