He shuddered, “You hand. Hold my c**k tighter.” He instructed and grunted when she held it just tight enough. Orpheus’ hands were clenched tightly by his side.
Zala looked up at him then her eyes widened in surprise. He was the one surprised at how good her soft hands felt around him.
“Scales .. and Horns..” She pointed out the two small protruding horns on his temple and the red scales up his neck and the sides of his face.
He swallows, “It happens when I’m excited.” He forced out an answer when she started to stroke him torturously slow and firm. She was still hung up on his horns and scales. If it were any other time, he'd hesitate in showing it to her, but his mind was clouded with the feel of her leisurely strokes. The way she'd hold tight and loosen her grip one moment felt like
