"He Speaks For Us" - Sex Stories

"He Speaks For Us"

... underneath her. He groaned. “Will they never go down again?” he lamented. “I cannot walk like this.” “They go down eventually,” Ytha said soothingly, “but I hear that if men don’t get a release, they can get hurt.” “And how do I get this release?” Ytha bit her lip and smiled at him in the moonlit room. “There is one thing we could try.” She reached down and gripped the Scale gingerly, causing him to twitch slightly. Ytha began to lower herself, guiding one of the shafts to the slit between her legs. “I don’t see how crushing it will help,” the Scale quipped. Ytha hung there above him, then looked him in the eyes. He could feel her heartbeat thumping along with his own, their breaths drawing together. “Hatib?” she asked. “What is it?” Ytha leaned downward carefully, using one hand to steady herself on his chest. “Kiss me.” Her lips planted themselves upon the tip of his snout. “What?” Ytha pushed herself up again and huffed. “Just stick your tongue in my mouth and follow your instincts.” She leaned forward again, opening her mouth over his own. “I will do as you ask, Ytha.” Hatib’s tongue flicked out over Ytha’s lips, then coiled into her mouth. She sucked on its rough surface, and twirled her own tongue about his. As he pondered Ytha’s sweetness, he felt a pressure against his rods, then an engulfing sensation, as if they were being squeezed tightly. Hatib hissed as the pressure moved downward, and he heard Ytha whimper against him. Slowly, inch by inch, the warm, wet ...

... sensation spread throughout his loins as Ytha took him inwards. She would stop for a time, catch her breath, then continue, until finally he felt her hips rest upon her own. She lay on his chest, sweating and panting. He felt his rods, one within Ytha who pulsed along its length, and one pressed between them. “We are one now,” Ytha said huskily. Hatib lay beneath her in ecstasy. His mind swirled with the new sensations, feeling his own members jerking with each movement Ytha made. Ytha began to move back upwards, slowly. He could feel a sucking sensation against his rod, and he could hear Ytha making low moaning sounds. Hatib rolled his head in pleasure, only just noticing a red haze filling his vision. His body grew hot, and his heart began to race within his chest. He felt Ytha reach his tip, then begin to descend again. She is too slow, he thought. Hatib didn’t know where the thought had come from, but he growled low and sat up suddenly, grabbing Ytha by her waist. “Hatib?” she yelped, but he ignored her. The Scale pushed her over, sprawling Ytha upon her back, and began to thrust rapidly in and out of her slit. Ytha screamed softly and began to pant as the Scale shoved all of his eight inches into her. He began to relish the loud squelching and sucking sounds which she made, and barely noticed when she convulsed underneath him and tightened about the shaft inside of her, continuing to pound in and out of her with unrelenting speed. Ytha was screaming freely now, but not in fear. ...