A literotic sexstories: Her Reptiles by MrMac ,
The last thing she remembered was being down at the cove beach and wandering along the rocks looking for small pools with bright shells. The time had flown as she had been traversing the rock pools and before she had realised the sun had begun its descent and was drifting slowly towards the horizon. Christie remembered standing to shade her eyes and look out at the beautiful sun and the lights that twinkled on the water as it dropped. She also remembered that as the sun came down the light had manipulated along the wall of the cove and briefly pierced the shadows to reveal a small entrance into the rock. Intrigued, the girl had begun to step her way through the rocks to reach the wall. As she had been walking, the slimy algae on the rocks had slid underfoot and she had tumbled forward, managing to put her hands down to keep her head from hitting the hard rock, instead sacrificing some of the skin on her hands. As she had pushed herself up and cursed at the horrible sting of the grazes on her arms and the salty seawater adding to the pain, the last thing Christie remembered had been looking back down at the rocks and seeing, in the reflection of one of the small pools, a pair of yellow eyes right behind her head, followed by a dull pain to her head.
‘What the fuck were those eyes’ she thought to herself.
‘More importantly how do I get the fuck out of here?’ Christie began to feel the panic rising within her and she yanked furiously at the rusty chains above her trying to break them free from the cold stone wall, thrashing harder and harder as she realised they weren’t moving and she was trapped. She was almost too scared to scream and began to cry silently. Suddenly out among the pillars of rock came the slight echo of small stones rolling. Christie’s tears stopped and she felt her heart began to pick up its pace slightly. Only silence in her ears.
After calming down briefly her pulse shot up as the sound came again, closer this time, followed by a strange thumping and slithering sound which didn’t dissipate. Bringing her knees up to her chest, feeling terribly exposed, Christie prepared herself for what was coming. The sound grew closer and closer and soon out of the semi-darkness a shape began to form. It looked like a man at first but as it came closer it thickened out and got taller, taller than a man by at least a head, maybe two, even with its slight hunch. The head was long and its legs and arms looked thick and well muscled. Christie deduced that it was the steps of the thing that was coming towards her that was making the dull, heavy thumps but what was that slithering sound? Peering at the silhouette the gorgeous blonde girl took in a breath as she saw what lay between the shadow’s legs.
‘Could that be what I think it is?’ She thought. The creature, as she now saw it was clearly not human, had a tail dragging behind it which was making the slithering sound as it was pulled over the wet stone floor.
As it finally reached the light Christie saw two things about the creature which took her breath away. First; the beast was completely covered in greenish-blue scales and rubbery spines, second; the tail wasn’t the only thing that was between the creature’s legs. Its massive member hung down loosely, unburdened by clothing of any sort as the gigantic Lizardman stepped up to where Christie lay chained. Although she was scared out of her wits, Christie couldn’t help but feel enchanted by the alien beauty of the creature before her, as well as the things between its legs. Bending down at the diminutive girl before him, the Lizardman reached out with it’s scaled and taloned hand to cup her chin, forcing her to look into his blazing yellow eyes which lay atop his long snout-like skull. It was a peculiar hybrid of a snake and crocodile head, almost like one might imagine on a dragon although the creature had no wings to speak of that Christie could see. The eyes held her for a long moment, and as they held she felt herself relax, forgetting her fear and releasing something inside herself.
The scaled hand felt rough and smooth at the same time, wet and cool against her face. The Lizardman actually smiled at her with an odd glint in its eyes, the sides of its face slitting open a little to reveal the rows of small pointed teeth that lay inside. Sliding its taloned fingers down her chest without piercing the skin, leaving small white marks as they went, the Lizardman took hold of the generous bodice that lay under Christie’s black shirt. Whimpering quietly at the creature’s touch, Christie felt herself pushing her chest into his grasp, her body moving beyond her control. Between her legs there came a sudden dampness, sparked by the scintillating cold touch of the monster which had her restrained. Hooking its fingers under her shirt the Lizardman ripped the front of it slightly to open it up and pulled it down her body and over her legs to throw it aside. The full curves of her breasts were now revealed, having been hidden behind the shapeless t-shirt. The bra she was wearing cupped under her breasts, only just covering the aureole of the nipple, her creamy white skin highlighting the pure shimmering brightness of her long blonde hair which streamed down her shoulders with whispers of it lying on her bodice which heaved up and down with the long deep breaths she was taking. Christie gasped as the long, thin tongue of the beast shot out of its mouth, swirling over her chest to slide under the cups of the bra to tickle the nipple that lay beneath. The new sensation shocked Christie and she felt the dampness grow between her legs, the lips becoming damp with inner juices. The cold of the cave and the tongue ministering her caused her nipples to harden and grow, enabling the Lizardman to actually encircle the nipple with the tongue and massage it gently.
Feeling almost disappointed as the creature retracted its tongue, Christie released the breath she had been holding in. Ignoring the slightly displaced bra for a moment, the Lizardman got down on one knee and placed its hands on Christie’s hips. Picking her up with ease in one large hand, the other used its thumb and forefinger claws to take hold of the tiny zipper which kept her jeans closed, pulling it down slowly, allowing the black panties to peek out. Having pulled the zipper its full way down, the forefinger reversed its direction and slid up the outside of the girl’s panties, sending a chill up her spine as the claw created the barest amount of friction on her lower lips, and hooked under the button which was the last remaining restraint of the shorts, flicking upwards with no strain at all the beast tore off the button and the shorts came loose. Just like the shirt, the shorts were pulled over Christie’s creamy, smooth legs to be thrown aside.
The impossibly long tongue came out once more and began to slowly slide up the side of Christie’s left thigh; it almost felt as scaled as the rest of the Lizardman’s body, and with a sudden flash of movement it shot out to the length of a snake and wrapped around her leg multiple times, squeezing the flesh with a lusty fervour. Any fear from the blast of movement was forgotten by the blonde as the tip of the tongue pushed gently against the lips of her slit. The panties were treated with less respect than the other bits of clothing as another talon hooked under the side and pulled, snapping the small garment. With her panties removed the girl lay fully exposed to the monster before her, with only her bra partially covering the exquisite breasts on her chest. Christie’s back arched involuntarily as the tongue entered into her damp pussy, and massaged gently inside it. Her mind was racing as she knew she should be in terror of the beast but the warmth that was being generated in her core told her otherwise, the internal confliction confusing the girl. Her startlingly blue eyes were wide open with shock and pleasure. Restrained by the manacles, Christie’s lower body writhed and turned as the Lizardman’s tongue swirled in between her lips, her upper mouth forming a slight O, letting out small sounds of pleasure as her breathing increased its pace to match the speed of her heart.
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