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"Earthrealmer," Syzoth bellowed teasingly, "I will not allow you to win this battle,"
He leaped into his reptile form, knocking you off your feet with his tail. You rolled backwards, regaining your balance swiftly.
You laughed at his enthusiasm, "It's just a spar, I won't judge you for-"
He tripped you again, flipping you on your stomach and holding your arms behind your back. "What were you saying? " He smirked slyly.
"Fine, I give up. I've already won enough today, anyway," You boasted playfully. He released your arms and went to retrieve towels from the linen closet.
You and Syzoth had become good friends over the past few weeks. Being left to maintain the structures in Outerworld while most of its residents had gone to take care of business, the two of you would wake up and perform your daily chores before lazing about or sparring for the rest of the day. You had the tendency to win, but that's beside the point. Syzoth tossed a towel into your hands.
"I knocked you down pretty hard back there. Would you like some ice?" He was half-teasing you, partially making light of your uncharacteristic loss. To be honest, you'd just felt bad for kicking his ass so many times. You were too humble to say that out loud, though. Feeling a dull pain in your knees, you accepted the offer and he began to prep a plastic bag to fill with ice cubes.
You and Syzoth had come a long way since the two of you met around three months ago. He used to be annoyed by your tendency to be arrogant and cocky. Although you were a strong opponent, you regularly overestimated yourself. He was rarely on missions with you, but for the ones where you were together, he would typically have to help you out of an easily avoidable situation. When the two of you had been paired together to watch over Outerworld for the next two months, he was admittedly dismayed. After getting to know you, however, he realized he had grossly misjudged you. He came to realize that most of your actions were done to preserve others, not to prove yourself or to seem like the strongest one in the room. He admired that.
You used to think he had some sort of hero complex, always trying to save you when you believed it wasn't necessary. You now realized he was just looking out for his team, much like yourself. It wasn't hard to like him by any means, and it certainly helped that he was way too handsome for his own good. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a bit of a crush on him. The two of you had just become friends, so it was unlikely that he felt the same. Sure, you two were adults, there was no shame in sharing your feelings, but you would rather not. Why ruin the friendship, right?
"Here you go," Syzoth snapped you from your thoughts and set the damp ice bag in your hands, "I'm going to the showers, afterward I can prepare you a meal if you'd like,"
His considerate demeanor was cute, not to mention persuasive. You could use a break from cooking.
"That'd be cool of you," You replied, wiping your sweaty forehead dry with your cloth. Nodding, Syzoth left you to icing your knees.
After around five minutes, you decided to make your way to the showers before Syzoth had the chance to use all the hot water. He could be dramatic about being cold blooded. He usually stayed in the shower for around an hour. Stepping into the bathhouse, you were confronted with intense clouds of steam. No wonder he always used all the hot water, it had to be on the max heat with how thick the steam was. You went about your business, nodding in Syzoth's direction as you passed. To ease your muscles, you typically skipped the shower and soaked in an herbal bath for twenty minutes.
After the two of you washed up, Syzoth began to prepare dinner for the two of you while you read at the table. You were an avid poetry fan, and while you usually had to withstand some pestering from Johnny about it, most of the other monks and gods found it admirable. Who doesn't admire an educated person who enjoys poetry, especially when they're this good looking? You set the book on the face of the table as Syzoth put a plate in front of you. Thankfully, he had prepared earthrealm food. Surprisingly enough, he was also eating fish, although his meal was not cooked. Yours was very impressive, especially since Syzoth had little knowledge of earthrealm cuisine as far as you knew. It was very thoughtful, to say the least.
"Thank you, Syzoth, this looks great," You marveled. He smiled.
"I just hope it tastes as good as it looks. I don't usually cook." You knew how he felt about cooked food. As a Zaterran, he had the appetite of a reptilian. That meant he was mostly opposed to cooked meats and fruits. His fish was raw, with its fins and scales still attached. In an unusual change of pace, however, he began to pick the fish apart with a fork and knife. Maybe he was too embarrassed to eat like he normally did in front of you. You decided to talk about it later and began to eat.
You were pleasantly surprised, and upon tasting the food, you assumed he put more effort into the meal than he let on.
"Oh gods, this is great Syzoth," You groaned as you began to devour the meal in front of you. In your peripheral, you noticed him smile lightly.
The two of you had been silent as you ate, and once you were finished, you knocked your glass of wine back quickly. You still had to patrol the area before heading in. Syzon usually accompanied you, but he said he would stay behind to clean up, so you left on your own.
In around an hour, you had returned to see the dining hall cleaned. You assumed that Syzoth headed back to his room, so you grabbed a glass and a bottle of wine and made your way to the sleeping quarters. As you were about to enter your room, Syzoth walked out of his room.
"You wouldn't happen to have a projector, would you? Johnny recommended me a movie and I'd like to watch it," He asked politely.
"I'll help you set up the projector if you let me watch with you,"
Syzoth giggled, "Of course,"
When you came back with the projector, Syzoth inserted the movie into your DVD player. After a few minutes into the intro, you realized it was Alien. Johnny was ridiculous, this movie was so cheesy. You fell asleep fifteen minutes in, you'd seen this movie thousands of times, after all. When you woke up, you looked to the wall hosting the projection and saw the credits moving up the screen. You didn't realize you'd been asleep for that long. You blinked a few times to let your eyes adjust and looked to your right, seeing Syzoth curled up next to you, squeezing your arm intensely.
"You okay, man?" You asked, leaning forward to look at his panicked expression. You didn't expect him to find it that scary.
"Oh- Right- Sorry, that movie was just so frightening," He pulled away from you and held his knees to his chest.
"Hey, it'll be okay," You knelt next to him, placing a comforting hand on his back. He looked at you blankly, you couldn't tell if he was scared or if there was something on your face. He was looking at you like you grew a third eye.
"Uh, is there something on my face?" You asked, touching your fingers to your cheek. Syzoth took your hand and lowered it. He moved closer to you until the two of you were centimeters apart. His eyes had hooded, and you could feel the shaky warmth of his breath against your lips. He was waiting for you to give him the okay. You answered by bringing you hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair gently. With that, he pressed his lips to yours with the same courtesy. He let his hands settle on your hips as he slipped his forked tongue into your mouth.
You sighed into the kiss and quickly realized how warm your face was. Syzoth brought a hand to your back and used it to lower you to the ground until you were lying under him.
"I've never met anyone like you before," He whispered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. You were at a loss for words, so you pressed your mouth to his to make up for the silence. You guided him to the foot of his bed and you sat him on the ledge as you continued to kiss him. Your movements were rougher than his. You were growing impatient, which didn't help your pace very much. You wanted more out of him. You wanted him to fuck you.
You sat on his lap and straddled him and began to grind on his crotch. He pulled away from the kiss.
"I- Y/n, I don't think you'd want to take this any further," He huffed, placing a hand on your chest. His other hand was being used to steady himself on the bed. You felt him throb against you.
"Huh? But I do," You said, confused, "If you want to stop we can,"
"N-No, it's not that, it's j-just-" He exhaled, "I don't think you can handle it,"
"I'm sure I'll be fine," You said. He shook his head.
"No, you don't get it-- I can be rough sometimes. I don't want to hurt you," He dropped his head on your shoulder and hugged you tight. Your heart was aching, he was so fucking sweet.
"I can let you know if I want to stop, would that help?" You whispered in his ear, "Let me do this, please," You could tell that your begging was turning him on. You felt him throb against you once more as your words escaped your lips.
"O-Okay,"
With the confirmation, you eagerly swooped over to capture his lips again. He bucked his hips into you and gasped in your mouth at the sudden friction. You let him grind against you for another minute or so before you pulled away from his crotch. He groaned in disappointment, his hips tried to follow yours as you rose from his lap. You pushed him back until he was laying flat on the bed. You began to pepper kisses down his jaw to his neck, where you stopped to bite him gently. You sucked and licked his skin until a yellow bruise emerged. He let out a soft moan as you did so.
You left a few more on his collarbone before removing his top and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You continued kissing him down his body until you reached his abdomen.
"Can I?" You asked, your fingers hooked on the rim of his briefs. He nodded his head and groaned in response. He sat up on his elbows so he could help you remove his underwear.
His dick stood tall against his stomach. He was much smaller when he wasn't erect from what you could recall from bathhouse interactions. He had to be at least eight inches. He was so thick, you were wondering how the hell he would fit inside of you. His tip was leaking precum onto his stomach. You swallowed hard and began to stroke him gently.
"Ah-" He moaned softly as you licked up his shaft. He throbbed lightly as more precum dripped out of him, "Please take me, y/n, I need you," He whimpered desperately. You couldn't say no to that, so you lowered your face onto his tip. He bucked his hips into your face, pushing around five more inches of himself down your throat. You gagged at the sudden change of pressure.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry," He said, sitting up to stop himself from pushing himself into you any further. You brought your mouth back down to the tip, tasting his salty precum drip onto your tongue. You slowly lowered your mouth onto him once more. You got around six inches into your mouth until it was too hard to take any more without gagging. You moved your head up and down on his length, turning Syzoth into a moaning mess above you.
"Oh gods, " He whimpered, covering his mouth with his hand. You sucked on him for a few more minutes before pulling off, leaving a strand of saliva between you and his tip. He groaned. You climbed back onto the bed, on top of him, and began kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth as he thrust his dick up to your clothed crotch. He slowly removed your pants and underwear and excitedly poked his member on your hole.
"Wait-" You said. He lowered his hips, "I need you to stretch me out. You won't fit like this," You breathed in his ear. He reached a hand to his dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube. He flipped the two of you so that he was on top and your ass was facing him. He slicked your hole with the lube before inserting a finger by gently pressing it to your opening. He pulled his finger in and out at an agonizingly slow place, making you whimper and grind on his hand. He seemed to get the message, because he inserted another finger and began to thrust into you hard and slow.
"Ah.." You groaned.
"Do you want another one?" Syzoth whispered softly in your ear.
"Please," You whimpered, clenching around his fingers. He slowly inserted another one, and soon after, another one. After you successfully fit four of his fingers inside of you, you were confident in your ability to take him. You clenched at the lost feeling of friction, letting some lube drip out of you. He coated his dick in lube and stroked himself a few times before aligning himself with you.
"Are you sure you want this," He said, leaning to your ear.
"I've never wanted anything more Syzoth," You hummed. With that, he slowly entered you until he pressed against your hilt. You moaned loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure spreading throughout your torso as he bottomed out. He moaned as well, and you felt his cock throb inside of you. He grabbed your shoulder to steady himself.
"Fuck, you're tight," He exhaled, rocking gently into your backside. You clenched around him in satisfaction, and you soon began to fuck yourself on him to let him know that you were ready. He pulled out to his tip and slammed back into you forcefully. You screamed at the sensation, his name escaped your lips as he began to quicken his pace. He was a moaning mess behind you as he fucked you roughly. He scrambled to find a place to steady himself before settling his right hand on your ass and the other on the wall in front of you.
"Fuck, I can't hold on much longer," He whimpered. You readied yourself to feel his seed enter you. You were surprised that he was going to finish so early. Until he didn't. You kept clenching around him, waiting for him to cum inside of you, but he never did. You quickly found out what he meant by holding on.
You felt yourself being stretched wider with each thrust. You screamed his name again, drooling on the pillow at the overwhelming feeling of being stretched so wide. His cock throbbed and he let out an animalistic groan as he felt you clenching hard around him. It then hit you, you noticed the leathery feeling of the thighs that were slapping against you, you looked above you and saw a scaly green hand propped on the wall, and you noticed a clawed hang was now gripping your ass. Everything was so overwhelming, you practically melted as he slammed into you, harder and harder. You could feel warmth pooling in your abdomen. You were so close, and you could tell he was too. He was panting like a dog behind you and his thrusts were growing sloppy and inconsistent.
He thrust in hard and slow as you moaned incoherent words. He did this two more times before you felt his warm cum shoot inside of you. Tears had formed at the corners of your eyes. He thrusted desperately, riding out his orgasm as his cum filled you until it was leaking out of your clenched hole. He pulled out and shrunk back into his human form. His cum dripped from you as he spread you open to see his seed as it ran down your legs. You trembled and slumped onto your stomach. He gave your ass a slap before collapsing next to you.
Wordlessly, he nuzzled his face in your chest and tangled his legs between yours, falling asleep in your arms. You didn't mind. You looked down at his sleeping figure and sighed. He was so fucking pretty in your arms. You hoped he would cling to you like this forever.