Tidbit was coming to understand that this thing they were doing - sex - it brought him to see Z'sairah in an entirely different light, and he wondered if this was the case with other women. Chaotic and impulsive, terrifyingly violent and destructive in the field, here in her arms there was a sense of peace and belonging he'd never known, not even from his own clutch; reptile-brain warnings to watch for enthusiastic Gnolls and perverse Bugbears quieted to a mere nagging sensation as his senses became fully immersed in this woman
She transformed beneath him from an oily, hirsute echo of a devil-tainted ape-thing to simply...herself, removed entirely from the category of 'THEM' as opposed to 'ME/(us?)', becoming a free-floating, radical agent of a concept in his mind; this would both excite and trouble him immensely.
"Mmm,
ohhh
Tidbit, this is your first time?" her voice had taken a new tone - where normally she was almost gleefully sharp-tongued (as seemed to be the natural state for these prickly creatures), here, alone with him, her voice was sweet as lingonberries, smooth as creamsilk. "Most men have to be taught to be gentle." She smiled up at him with those sharp, lovely teeth that had rasped along his squamous lips.
The implication that his careful touch was born of some sort of skill was startling and encouraging at once, like stepping on a rock only to discover it was an emerald. He felt like he needed to say something back. "Your...body is so delicate, it's so soft compared to mine. You don't have scales to protect your skin, and it's so beautiful I don't want to mar it, I'm starting to ramble - "
"Ohh Tidbit, you think I'm beautiful?"
Before he could eagerly respond in the affirmative that
yes, yes he had come to find this bizarre creature strangely lovely
she kissed him again, stroking his ridged, curved manhood between the flushed, juicy swell of her sex...it was a wholly unique sensation, one his simple mind could never have manufactured; like swollen, plump silken lips - even that was a concept he'd only discovered moments before when she'd kissed him.
"It's decided." There, the devious expression that preceded a plan - usually something he took as a sign of warning akin to an oncoming hurricane. "I will instruct you in the ways of love, and you, my quick study, will become masterful in the arts of sex...can you imagine it? You'll be a hero of legend."
A hero of legend?
She pulled his head down to her neck, and he found his teeth, his forked tongue seeking the curved line of her throat...she tasted wonderful, the feminine bouquet of her scent profile unexpectedly intoxicating. "Strong enough to tear an Ogre's head from his shoulders, but with a spider-soft touch that could melt a Drow matriarch..."
But I'm neither strong enough to behead an ogre in such a manner, nor brave enough to go near a Drow!
Still, he felt...this amazing sensation, the entrance of her womanly heat clenching around the tip of his cock; it had the dual effect of hardening him further, and spurring him onward.
"A skilled, brave warrior who could tear a Paladin from his platemail barehanded, and
ahhh Sune
, and could rut and seed a whole contingent of Vigilators from their duty
So specific - how would I even do either of those things?
Hard to care, however, when her hand was stroking eagerly up and down the length of his cock, slicking her distinctive juices over them and becoming wetter with each wild, conspiratorial proclamation
"Mmm yes,
yes
, I can see it now."
"The bards will sing your tale...the man, the myth, the Sex Symbol of the Sword Coast." She pulled his head up from her chest to gaze into his eyes, hellish flames dancing in her pupils. "
Tidbit...
" Z'sairah whispered his name. "I want you to enter me...will you do that? Will you please make me the first woman you penetrate with that big, thick cock, and give me that place in your legend?" Her vagina was actually sucking gently at the head of his penis, and it had been a great act of will to keep from doing just that - he was so afraid of doing this incorrectly, or hurting her, but by this point each movement of his glans through the wet, gripping satin of her vulva was causing her to squirt small gushes of her fluid against the base of his shaft, dripping over his scrotum.
Here it was...the moment he'd fantasized about endlessly when he couldn't sleep, when he'd touched himself for relief and he really didn't want to do it wrong, so he carefully moved his hips upward until he felt her open around him, swallowing his helm and the first couple inches of his shaft - sort of just...slipping inside.
Z'sairah's voice rose in a lovely aria of passion that echoed against the standing pine trees and across the water, a drawn out exaltation of need that the others in camp would
surely
hear. The muscular, slick walls of her vagina clenched around him with heavenly warmth and strength, a gush of her nectars soaking his shaft down to his testicles as she arched beneath him like a crimson saber.
"Ohhh that's good," she finally sighed, rocking her waist upward as her tail reached around and curled around his - he hadn't realized that his own had been stiff and straight, relaxing as they intertwined like serpents...hers was so smooth and sleek, hot. "Is it good for you, Tidbit? I want you to feel wonderful after how kind you've been to me, how
bravely
you've fought." The Tiefling smiled up at him sweetly, her fingers running along the sensitive ridges along his chin and jaw.
"It's amazing...what should I do?" the muscular, ax-bitten warrior whispered with kitten-softness against her lips.