Reborn as a Side Character in the Beastworld

Large Lemons

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I tore my gaze away from the anaconda and looked up at Winston in uncertainty only to find thinly veiled heat and desire in his expression. It made something low in my stomach ticklishly clench. I raised my hand to cup the side of his left cheek.

"Winston. My name. It's Bailey. Before we go further, will you say my name. Just once?"

He nuzzled into my hand, leaving an unintentional kiss against my palm. "Bailey" He said with his deep masculine voice. His eyes never leaving my face.

"Kiss me." I ordered. We had to start somewhere. Kissing was the most innocent thing I could think of. I rose up on my toes and he lowered his face to meet mine. Our lips met in an awkward peck but I didn't pull away. I leaned into him a bit with my other hand on his chest so I could keep my balance and brushed my lips against his again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips more firmly against his. Doing so made my breasts connect with his chest which elicited a soft and strained growl from his throat. I licked his lower lip and finally something snapped. His control over his urges disappeared like it had never been.

One hand slid around my waist to pull me closer and the other went to the back of my head as he thrust his own tongue into my mouth, digging furiously to engulf my own. We explored each other's slick oral cavities, and I could taste the bitterness of the branch from earlier. But beneath that was the taste and smell of him.

Humans don't give off strong pheromones like other animals, but I think the chemistry between people is a real and tangible thing. There had been times in my past life when a kiss was all I needed to know I was not compatible with someone. This kiss told me the opposite. Everything about it, his touch, taste, and smell, caused small fireworks to go off behind my eyes and between my legs. It was messy and unpracticed, and it felt so good.

Any space between our bodies soon filled with the need to be closer. I could feel his dick pressed hard and ready against my stomach. The space between my thighs became hot and moist. He naturally started backing me up to where the wall was until I was pinned against it by his body. The hand behind my head moved down across my should until it was softly cupping my breast. The hand around my waist moved down to cup my buttocks, giving it an appreciative squeeze before moving further down my thigh, lifting my leg off the ground. I instinctively wrapped the now floating limb around him and suddenly, his thick rod was no longer pressed against my stomach but against my perfectly slick vulva.

"Bailey." He breathed my name into my lips. He began slowly moving his hips, sliding his length up and down across my clitoris. I moaned at the pleasurable friction. His lips moved from my mouth down to my neck where he lightly nipped and licked at the skin. The rhythm of his grinding hips increased and his lips lowered to suck on my collarbone.

"Bailey." He whispered. His voice taut. A building of pressure was creeping its way up my body from my sensitive nub. With every stroke of his shaft, I let out gasping moans. I was on the brink like the surface tension of an overfilled cup. One more drop and I would spill over.

"Winston! Nnnng! Cumming!" His mouth bit down on my shoulder and he growled as wave of pleasure overrode any pain. His strong hips ground into mine once, twice more, extending my orgasm as he came with me. We stayed there like that, riding the euphoria and catching our breaths.

I rested my forehead on his shoulder and when I could finally speak whispered, "We're not done yet my dear. To be my mate, we need to do that while you're INSIDE me." I reached up and teased one soft ear between my fingers. The stiff member that had started to relax, began to fill with blood once more.

I had forgotten that the Winston in the novel had been quite the aggressive lover when there were no inhibitions. He stepped away from me only long enough to sweep me into a bridal carry and promptly laid me down on the bed. Before he could go anywhere else, I pulled him into another frantic kiss. He cradled by head between his arms and used his legs to position himself between mine. The head of his now fully erect penis kissed my entrance.

"Wait." I put a hand to his chest. "Not yet. It won't fit. I need you to prepare me first."

He pulled back and looked at me. I could practically see the question mark written on his face. "How?"

I reached up to one of his hands and gently guided it down my body, using it to tickle my skin along the way until I reached my hips. "Use your finger." I instructed.

He caught on quick because one thick digit made its way to my folds without any further guidance. He teased and played with my lower lips, mixing the evidence of our erotic dance until it was slick enough to slip in between. He innocently explored the warmth of my depths until he felt the muscles that had been tight like a vise relax with his ministration. He slipped in another finger and the sensation made me buck and wreathe. I was still sensitive. He stopped.

"Does it hurt?" He asked nervously.

I shook my head. "Keep going." I said breathlessly.

His fingers resumed their journey. He pulled them out and plunged back in in slow careful motions. He started to notice I reacted differently when they brushed over a certain spot and he directed his focus there. A moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Over and over the tips of his fingers pressed against that spot until once again the pleasure peaked and a fresh wave left me trembling and his hand soaked. When my muscles stopped their rapid pulsating, he added a third finger. A few minutes later, I was ready for him.

Holding me as close as he could without crushing me, he again positioned the head his weapon to breach my entrance. He looked at me one last time for assurance. I nodded. I wanted this. Wanted him. With agonizingly slow movements, he pushed his way in as gently as possible. He was still uncomfortably large. No amount of foreplay would ever allow him to slip in easily. He had to fight and work me for every inch of his length. I did my best to relax, to let him in as far as he could go. When my cervix was noticeably pressed, he stopped moving.

"Am I hurting you?" He looked worried.

"No. Not pain. Just overwhelmingly full."

"I won't last long," his words come out strained. "It's so tight."

"It's ok to move." I assured him.

Convinced by my words, he started to draw his length out to his glans and then slowly back in again. The dance of his hips increased in tempo with each repetition. My own hips rose to match the beat until he was pistoning so hard and fast, I couldn't focus on anything other than ensuring his path was unobstructed.

Soft grunts and moans escaped our lips with each breath. Pleasure bordering pain had me desperately grasping his back.

"Baily." He growled my name. "I'm close."

"Cum for me. Winston. My mate." My hands ran down to his lower back and my fingers pressed into his ass as I tried to draw him further into me. My thumbs brushed against the base of his tail. The touch sent him over the edge and our voices filled the room with our pleasure as we both came and his seed filled me.