Now this is a messy moment. I hope all of you understand how hard it is for both characters. Please comment and review! It gives me strength XP

Untouched by The Veronicas

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Waylon still hadn't come back from appointment with Dr. Whistler and took the time to take a tiny shower underneath the one pipe the dripped cool, clean water. I slipped off my shorts, tank top and boxers to stand under the pipe. I sighed as the water sprayed me and I soaked my hair with the soap I had been given by the good doctor.

Not that it would do me any good but it felt good to wash my hair as I stretched my arms above my head. My arm didn't hurt anymore from the shot and I nodded my head back and forth as I opened my mouth to clean the remnants of last night's meal.

Spitting out the water I ran my hands through my hair slicking it back and a shiver went up my spine making me very aware that I was no longer alone. It kind of scared me how quiet he could be and I felt my whole body heat up as I looked over my shoulder at him.

His face was unreadable, so serious like he was thinking of a hard question or problem. My arms instantly crossed over my exposed breasts and I pressed my legs together to give a false sense of modesty.

"…..don't look." I mumbled as I turned back to face the wall well aware that his scent was thick in the air almost tangible.

"Why not?" Lazily he strokes forward and he was only a few feet from me as the water still pelted me. Reaching above me he turned the valve to shut the pipe off and the water stopped coming, making my skin dewy like fresh grass. "That's not all I wanna do…"

A finger ran down my spine to the curve of my ass, I could feel his claw catching on my scales, cupping my hip now. He exhaled slowly and started to pull his hand back but I turned fully facing him and his eyes got wide again.

"I'm just nervous…you can tell can't you?" I asked quietly as he stared at my breasts, my bareness was unspoken as I put a hand on his chest and looked up at him. Waylon didn't say anything as his large hand slid up my stomach to cup my breast and I shivered, biting my lip as I put over his hand. "I'm not very good at this…"

"Neither am I." He rumbled as I inched around him, taking his hand as I let him to the mattress and my confidence was teetering on a knifes edge as he sat down pulling a knee up to rest an arm on his knee. I knelt between his legs and I put my hands on his belt but he kept them at bay as his tongue licked his teeth.

"Why…"

"Yer gonna need to be wet." I blushed at his drawl and I lifted my arms above my head as he began to stroke my skin, teasing my nipples carefully before he suddenly cupped my pussy. I squeaked gripping his shoulders for support and his middle finger began to stroke back and forth so carefully while his thumb thumbed my clit.

"What are—oh…" It felt good, better than what I had started trying myself and he chuckled in my ear, his other hand grasping my ass and massaging it, spreading it as I straddled his knee. "Waylon…."

"You are tight, girl," He sounded delighted by that and I blushed as he smacked my ass, that made my insides tighten up as I felt warm and wetness coating his finger.

"Is that good?"

"Duh." He laughed and I couldn't quit blushing, my body felt like a live wire as he spread me open licking his chops. Lifting me suddenly he had me on my back and spread my legs wide, staring at my untouched hole intently. Then he dove his head in and licked me from clit to my opening staring up at me as I watched in utter delight.

"W-Waylon—" I gripped the mattress and I felt a hot sticky tongue push into me making me gasp before it pulled out to lap at my clit. I felt this burning aching pressure building in my stomach like I had to pee but at the same time I knew it wasn't. It felt so good that when I came, I think I came at least, I covered my mouth in shock. I had drenched his face.

Licking his maw clean he got up onto his knees. "Don't cover yer mouth."

I nodded speechless and Waylon slipped off his pants then my eyes met that thing. It was huge, not too huge thank God, but a good nine inches fully erect and thick, properly fat with a gleaming pale cockhead oozing clear fluid. Fuck, I hoped it fit into me.

What if it didn't?

He stroked himself lazily and tilted his head at me as I sat up a little reaching out to touch its twitching tip. Smearing the precum over his crown I felt my mouth water at his scent and I cupped his large balls.

"I wanna…what you did with your tongue…can I?" I asked as I looked up at him and he smirked at me. "I'll be careful I promise."

His taste was salty and tangy as I curled my tongue around him, my hands mimicking his strokes as I lapped along his shaft. He groaned and put a hand on the back of my head as I got him sticky and smothered in saliva, my pussy clenched the more I tasted him the more I wanted to feel him.

Waylon pulled me off him and pushed me onto his back, putting my legs over the crooks of his arms as he began to rub his cock against my steaming pussy.

"This'll hurt," He warned and I reached up to touch his face, fingers tracing over his teeth.

"I know."

With my admission he began to push inside, growling as he hit resistance and I whimpered, my eyes watering but when he pushed through that I felt like I was being torn apart. I arched up to him and he bent over me, keeping me pinned as he worked his cock into me to the hilt.

"Shit! Motherfucker—"

"What a mouth on ya," He chuckled in my ear as he began to play with my clit, gripping my hair and bending my head back to bare my throat. I felt droplets of blood stain my thighs but after a moment or so he began to move, I hissed at the motion until he hit something that made me cry out. What was that?

Taking in my reaction he did it again his tongue tracing up my throat as I gasped for air I felt so full, so fucking full that I could barely breathe. I gripped his arms, digging in my claws and I felt them break skin as his collar scraped against my breasts.

"Waylon, it feels good, I—you're—" Hell I couldn't for a second thought when his tip hit my cervix making me utter almost a slutty sound. Pounding away now my toes curled and my feet kicked but he had me locked in that hold, like the wrestler he was, my breasts bouncing with each slam. He didn't talk much during sex I found and that was fine with me as I wailed from him battering me over and over.

Releasing my hair I stared blurrily up at him as he held my thighs, pinning them to my chest as he snarled. If anyone else had seen this they would have assumed the worst but to hell with everybody. Sex felt good. Damn me if you will. I didn't care as he began to slow down, going for strength than speed and my eyes got wide as he pulled out. Cock sloppy with my juices he stroked himself and blasted several ropes of hot cum onto my stomach and breasts.

Still so hard.

I shuddered as I turned onto my stomach, I'd seen this in a movie before, lifting my hips so I was on my knees with my chest on the bed. Looking back at him I whined a little as I spoke.

"I…I wanna cum…please?"

Oh the grin on his face, so lascivious, and he smeared his tip over my aching pussy lips and gripped my hip, pushing the tip in. Only to slam in all the way in one go making me cry out and he caught my shoulder, pulling me back to him.

"Who does this pussy belong to?"

I yelped when he smacked my ass and I whimpered. "You, Waylon, you—"

"You want my cum, girl?" Oh god I was saying it automatically as he bucked his hips into me.

"Yes! Yes yes yes!" I felt a little cross-eyed as he railed me, my body was becoming used to this size and girth but it felt so good I could barely do much more than moan. Don't cover your mouth, let him hear you, I wanted him to hear what he was making me do. Fuck I was so close that I could taste it and when I came I wailed once more, I must have tightened up to the point of discomfort but he snarled as he pushed me down. Fucking me into the mattress I dragged my claws down the fabric, ripping it in some places as I breathed his name.

Hot, so hot that I came a second time as he ground his tip into my womb, so much cum that I felt a little like I might pass out. He pulled out all too soon and the loss made me shudder as I collapsed onto my stomach, hot seed oozing out of me as I panted frantically.

Lying next to me he stroked himself once more but took his hand away for a moment to stroke up my thigh to my ass. I shivered at his touch and I stroked his bicep feeling where I had broken skin and I smiled a little.

"Mine." He repeated in a husky voice and I blushed a little as I got the strength to turn onto my side.

"When was the last time you…?"

"Few years back…bitch was fucked up, liked to be slapped around…still pussy I guess." I sat up a little when he said that and I frowned, poking him in the side.

"You only fuck me. Ok?"

He laughed and I poked him again and he swatted my hand, catching it and his mirth died down as his eyes went down to my blood spotted thighs. Then back up to my face.

"I'm alright. I'd take a pounding by you any day." I teased and he smirked now looking up at the ceiling, his eyes closing and his breathing was slowly. I laid back down and I curled up next to him, ignoring the dull ache between my legs. I guess I wasn't so pure anymore but I would give up my purity if it meant experiencing this.