Chapter 1

Hi. I’m horny. I want to write, and I also want to save my sexual fantasies for when I’m like “Dang, I’m sure horny but I really can’t get myself off right now.” So here’s the solution! (Plenty of ridiculous things. There’s oodles of unrealistic gore, not actually being hurt at grievous wounds, unaccountable healing abilities, questionable contortions and anatomy, and probably many other things. Many of these fantasies come from when I’m falling asleep and my brain’s pretty dead, so hopefully you’ll have fun.)

Since this is an anonymous account, I’ll admit: I’m a virgin, so there’ll very likely be laughable inaccuracies, even outside of my purposefully non-researched animal genital descriptions (they’re all pretty much just human under their pants). Outside of how short some of the scenes are, let me know what the inaccuracies are! I’m intrigued. (That is, lmk of inaccuracies outside how short some of the scenes are; length varies mainly because of writing laziness and going, “Okay tha’s all, folks. That’s my making words for the day.” I won’t be surprised if I even abruptly end a short story. Like I said, this is partially just saving my fantasies for myself.)

As far as I’m aware, everything will be consensual without dubcon. If anything about the consent changes, I’ll mention it in a note at the relevant chapter and update the tags.

(first-person human woman with inexplicable shapeshifting abilities fucking a gold lizard guy. both naked from the start)

I push him down onto the bed then straddle his torso. His eyes are shut in happy but wincing anticipation.

I whisper onto his neck, “Hey, Graydon...”

He whimpers a smile, eyes still shut.

I breathe gently onto his neck and he whimpers again. He’s so good to tease.

I brush my lips over his neck. His scales are so smooth. He shedded just this morning and begged me afterward to do this tonight.

He grasps shakily but tightly on my neck. He’s telling me to get on with it.

I give him few more gentle breaths, then a soft lick. His hips twitch and I accidentally exhale a gentle laugh. He shivers and whines at the sensation on his neck. His grip tightens slightly more.

I grin and suck on his neck. His head twitches and I suck harder. His shoulders buck and he lets out a happy moan. “Oh please,” he says in anxious but enraptured impatience. “C’mon, c’mon...”

I enjoy the sensation of his neck in my mouth, sucking over and over again, running my tongue over the skin rising and falling in my mouth.

Then I plunge in. Sharp teeth and strong jaws now – a normal human wouldn’t be able to pierce his skin. I take a huge bite into his neck and keep closing my mouth until my jaw shuts enough that my teeth hit each other.

His hips buck in delight. He breathes, “Oh c’mon, more, please more.”

Wide, flat split tongue, I lick up his neck then go back and chomp down on his shoulder. His hand frantically rubs down my neck and back. It feels nice, but just his reactions are already getting me off; I’m wet and twinging myself. My tongue is now a miniature barbed roller, and I scrape and roll it up his neck, feeling it catch onto and dig under his scales with every minute rotation. The mattress subtly shifts with quiet scratches as his clawed toes scrabble and curl and uncurl at the sensations, a wonderful and encouraging sound. I throw my knees together to grasp his sides as tight as I can. He gasps in delight.