The beastman's coils tightened around Alex just enough to hold him steady, the smooth scales gliding against his skin like silk over stone.
Up close, Alex could make out more details: the creature—man?—was immense, his upper body humanoid but rippling with muscle beneath a mosaic of iridescent green and black scales that faded into pale skin at his shoulders. His hair was a wild cascade of midnight strands, framing a face that was both predatory and strikingly handsome—sharp cheekbones, full lips parted to reveal fangs, and those piercing emerald eyes that seemed to drink in every inch of Alex's flushed form.
A low rumble emanated from the beastman's chest, vibrating through his coils and into Alex's body. It wasn't a growl; it was something deeper, primal, like the purr of a satisfied predator. "Little one," the beastman hissed, his voice a silken whisper laced with an accent that evoked winding rivers and hidden caves.
"You smell... divine. Like that citrusy yet sweet fruit I once tasted, but sweeter. Hotter." His forked tongue flicked out again, tasting the air, brushing Alex's neck in a way that sent electric shivers down his spine.
Alex's mind screamed at him to fight, to push away, but his body betrayed him utterly. The heat in his core had become an inferno, a pulsing ache that demanded relief. His skin burned where the beastman's scales touched him, cool and soothing against the fever, yet igniting sparks of pleasure that made his hips twitch involuntarily. "I... I don't know what's happening," Alex gasped, his voice hoarse, tears streaking his cheeks. "Please, it hurts. Make it stop."
The beastman's eyes softened fractionally, a flicker of something like concern—or possession—crossing his features. He lifted Alex higher, bringing their faces level.
" Female? " He murmured, the word rolling off his tongue like a caress.
" Which tribe do you belong to?" He asked, his voice latching with heat and hurry.
" Tribe? What tribe? I don't belong anywhere. " Alex replied. Feeling attentive to every word of the man.
Even his voice, so deep and powerful was like a music to Alex's ears now.
The beastman's emerald eyes narrowed, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips as he studied Alex's face—flushed, tear-streaked, yet undeniably beautiful in its vulnerability. The forked tongue darted out once more, tracing the salt of those tears along Alex's jaw, making him shudder violently.
"No tribe?" the creature repeated, voice dropping into a velvet growl that vibrated straight through Alex's chest and lower, pooling fresh heat between his thighs. "Then you are lost…how can they let a female out in the wild like this? Don't they care that soft female like you are easy prey for someone like me? "
" What?! " Alex wondered. His body and his mind refusing to work together.
The coils shifted deliberately, sliding higher until one thick loop pressed firmly between Alex's legs, the cool scales gliding over the thin fabric of his shorts. The pressure was perfect—unforgiving yet controlled—and Alex cried out, hips bucking helplessly against the smooth, living restraint. The beastman hummed in approval, the sound rolling through his body and into Alex's like a physical caress.
"Such a delicious scent," he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted over Alex's parted lips.
" Mind if I have a taste? " The beastman's fangs grazed Alex's earlobe as he spoke, the sharp points a delicious threat.
Alex whimpered, fingers scrabbling uselessly at the powerful arms caging him. Every touch of scale against skin sent sparks racing along his nerves, stoking the aching throb that had taken over his entire being. He was soaking through his clothes now, the slick heat embarrassing and undeniable, and the beastman knew it—inhaled it like incense.
"P-please," Alex gasped again, voice breaking. "I don't understand… I've never— It's too much—"
The beastman silenced him with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips—or what passed for hips where muscle met coil—grinding that thick loop harder against Alex's aching core. The pressure dragged over his swollen clit through the fabric, and Alex sobbed, head falling back against the creature's shoulder.
"Shh," the beastman soothed, one clawed hand sliding up Alex's throat to tilt his head further, exposing the long line of his neck. His voice was enticed like a drunk man pretending to be sane. "I understand perfectly. You are in heat, little female… your first, I think. And fate has delivered you straight into my coils."
His tongue traced the frantic pulse at Alex's throat, then lower, dipping into the hollow of his collarbone. Alex's back arched, pushing his chest against the beastman's scaled torso, nipples hard and straining beneath his shirt. The creature's free hand moved with purpose, claws shredding the flimsy fabric in one smooth motion, baring Alex's flushed skin to the cool air and the beastman's hungry gaze.
His hand—clawed but gentle—cupped Alex's chin, tilting his head back. Beastman's breath was cool against Alex's bare skin, carrying that intoxicating scent of moss and pine that made Alex's knees weaken further.
Without warning, the beastman mouth claimed Alex's in a kiss that was equal parts tender and ravenous. His lips were firm, his tongue—forked and agile—slipping past Alex's parted lips to explore with a precision that drew a muffled moan from deep in Alex's throat. It tasted like wild herbs and danger, and Alex found himself kissing back desperately, his hands fisting in beastman's hair as if to anchor himself in the storm of sensation.
The coils shifted, unwinding just enough to lower Alex onto a bed of soft moss that lined the cave floor. The beastman's tail—long and powerful—curled around them like a living barrier, creating a cocoon of privacy in the dim light.
His hands roamed now, claws retracting as he peeled away Alex's sweat-dampened skin with surprising care, exposing him to the cool air. Alex arched into the touch, a whimper escaping him as the rough scaled fingers traced down his chest, teasing over sensitive nipples that hardened instantly under the attention.
A thick thumb circled one tight nipple, the claw retracted just enough not to break skin, and Alex keened, thighs clenching around the coil still trapped between them.