Lizardfolk Boyfriend: Jasper 2 (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster

The sound of rain rouses you from sleep, pattering against the windows and roof while the river gurgles loudly. You blink slowly, staring through the shadows as you focus on the window. It’s dark still, even more so with the rain coming in. You start to get up when Jasper’s heavy arm comes to rest on you.

“What’s the matter?” he grumbles sleepily.

You pet the back of his arm, feel the coolness of his scales, tracing them with the pads of your finger. “I thought I saw something.”

He grumbles and fidgets in bed. “Like what?”

You lick your lips and turn your head back towards the window. “No one is out there,” Jasper whispers to you. “No one is going to find us.” His arm curls, pulling you close to him. Your back presses to his broad chest and his arm hugs you tight. “We’re safe here, I promise you.”

You rest your cheek against his arm. “I’m sorry.”

Jasper sighs. “Don’t apologize for being afraid. Your family put you through hell for years. But I am here, and I will protect you.”

You don’t want to start crying now. It’s still something you can’t get used to, being here, safe and sound with Jasper. After being taken in by your uncle when your family died, you got accustomed to his ill temper and horrible treatment. You know you’re safer here, far away from Sothen, but you still feel like there’s a bogeyman lurking around every corner.

“Hey. Talk to me. What are you thinking?” Jasper’s scales feel cool, but his embrace is so warm.

You sniffle and hunker down in his arms. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Jasper chuckles, kissing your cheek and nuzzling your hair. “You aren’t going to lose me, love. I’m too mean and ugly for that.”

Your tears turn into an intense scowl. “You’re not ugly!”

He laughs again, nipping your ear as he snuggles closer. “Not everyone has your keen sight and gentle mind. Just believe me when I say nothing is going to take me away from you if I can help it. I was put on this earth to protect you.”

You roll over and touch his face, feeling his scales and the places where his scars begin. You slowly trace down his jaw and feel his breath shudder. Smiling, you give him a kiss. “Are you cold?” Jasper always tends to get chilly when it rains.

“Not right now,” he laughs. “Get some sleep. We’ll deal with how cold I am in the morning.”

You rub your leg up his. “You sure?”

A low moan creeps up Jasper’s throat. “Get some sleep,” he repeats. “We can deal with how cold I am in the morning.”

You giggle and press your cheek against his chest. “I don’t mind.”

He slowly rubs your back. “It’s late, and I won’t be at my best if you catch my drift.” He kisses the top of your head. “You’ve not been sleeping well. I want you to get some rest.”

You pout, but only because you agree with him. “If it’s still raining in the morning...”

Jasper bites the tip of your ear. “We will discuss what housework needs to be done if it’s raining,” he warns. “Go to bed. You’re exciting me too much.”

You suppress a giggle and lower your head to the pillow, closing  your eyes and listening to Jasper’s mellow heartbeat. Ever since coming here, you’ve been having a hard time adapting to not being the punching bag of your uncle and his family. You’re not used to being able to take care of yourself, go where you please, and feel safe in your own bed. It took you long enough to get used to Jasper’s protection. Now that you have this happiness and peace, you’re terrified of it all going away. You much prefer being a civilian to being a royal. You much prefer playing a doting wife to Jasper.

That’s when it hits you - all this time you and Jasper had been together, you haven't actually been married. At first it was an act,when you first came to the Obresh forest. Over time you two grew together and fell in love, but you still aren’t married. This is your last thought before you drift to sleep.

You wake in the morning to the rain falling quite heavily outside. The river just below your house is rushing hard and fast, and you feel relieved that you brought in the laundry last night. You roll over to see Jasper has curled himself under the blankets completely, even his tail tucked in. When it gets chilly, he always burrows like this to stay warm at night. You smile, pressing your hands against his back. “Are you cold?”

“Yes,” he growls.

“I’ll go stoke the fire then, and get the kettle going.” You hop out of bed and adjust the quilt around him. As you take care of the fireplace, you’re reminded of your final thoughts before slumber. You look back at the bed, and the lump that is Jasper. Once you get the kettle on and the fire going again, you crawl back into bed, under the covers so you can see him. “It should be warm and snug in a minute.” You open your arms to him, letting him snuggle up against your body.

“Thank you, love.” he grumbles. Aside from chopping the firewood, it’s usually your duty to take care of the fires. Jasper still isn’t comfortable around them, let alone starting them.

“I’ll make breakfast if you like.”

“Stay here,” he growls. “I’m finally starting to feel warm.”

“Aw, my poor chilly lizard,” you tease.

“Once I warm up, then we can discuss the housework,” he says teasingly. It’s his own little joke, something he started saying once Odd and Nora moved nearby and started visiting.

You giggle and smooth your hands down his back. “Ah yes, the housework you promised, since it’s raining and you can’t finish building that fence. You know, I thought of something last night.” You pause a moment to see if he has any reaction. “I couldn’t help but be reminded that we aren’t really married.”

Jasper lifts his head from your breast. “Are we not? I could have sworn we agreed to something.”

“We agreed to pretend to be married. We’ve not done anything to actually get married,” you chuckle. “I was just thinking...”

“Thinking, eh? Nothing good came from thinking, love.” He kisses your cheek. “But tell me your thoughts anyway.”

You feel nervous and silly, butterflies in your gut, jackrabbits in your heart. You giggle, face turning red as Jasper looks at you expectantly. “I was only thinking, maybe, we should get married.”

“And what sort of wedding do you imagine?” Jasper begins to rise in bed, moving the blankets aside.

You start to wonder if he’s making fun of you. You feel saddened by this, even a little angry. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not.” Jasper stands. “I’m curious. I’ve been so happy with you here, I hadn’t even thought about marriage. I have you, and that’s all I’ll ever want.”

You sit up in bed. “I know it’s silly. But if we’ve been pretending so well that we even convinced ourselves, maybe we should make it real.”

“I agree.” Jasper gets down on his knee and places his hand on your lap. “We should do it, make it real.”

You sigh with relief. “I thought you were teasing me!”

“I said I wasn’t,” he laughs. “I didn’t know it was bothering you. I should have done it sooner,” he says in that deep, raspy voice you love. “Marry me, and not just to pretend.”

You smile brightly, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. “You know my answer.”

He arches a brow. “Maybe I’d like to hear you say it.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes, I want to be your real wife.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Always and forever.”

Jasper kisses you, putting everything he has into that one intense kiss. He growls deeply, the sound vibrating in his chest, then pulls back, grinning at you. “We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“Wait.” You press your fingertips to his face as he goes in for the kill. “Maybe we should wait.”

“On housework?”

You nod. “Until we do get married. Then, once we are, it’ll be special.”

“It’s special every damn time,” Jasper grunts. “I mean… I’ll do it if you really want. But I don’t see how us going through a ceremony is going to make our lovemaking any more special. You’re already my wife! Anytime you let a beast like me touch you is a special celebration.”

You feel silly even suggesting it after all his sweet words. “You’re not a beast.”

He sighs. “I know what I am, especially when I look at you.” He cups your face between his palms. “I know I’m mocking the gods for letting you fall in love with me. Every day since we came here is a blessing for me, even when we couldn’t stand one another. Every time you touch me, every time you look my way, I feel I’ll get struck down in my next breath. Back home, I could never hope for someone like you to smile at me, let alone love me enough to be my wife.”

“Jasper, stop,” you sniffle.

“I mean it,” he breathes. “So if you want to wait until we are actually married, I’ll wait because it means something to you.”

“It was just an idea.” Jasper wipes tears away from your eyes. “We even waited to say ‘I love you’ until...” You giggle. “I mean, if we did, it would keep up with our own tradition.”

“Thinking about that first time? I can tell. Your cheeks are all rosy and your lips look warmer.” Jasper smooths his thumb over your smile. “I bet I know what else is warmer,” he purrs seductively into your ear.

“Now I know you’re teasing me!” You press your palms against his chest and run them down to his stomach. “You talk about being lucky, but you don’t know the other side of it. I’m the lucky one here. Back home, I wasn’t human; I was a prop. I was thrown around and used, barely looked at, never acknowledged. It wasn’t until you took me away that someone looked at me with any sort of value.” Your lip trembles. “You made me human, Jasper. You gave me purpose in this world. You freed me. I’m the lucky one here.”

Jasper’s eyes are wet as he lovingly holds you. “You deserve that,” he whispers. “Maybe we’re both lucky.”

You look up at him, sniffling. “Maybe,” you whisper. You rub your hand over his chest again, feeling his pulse flutter against your palm. “I don’t want to wait now.”

Jasper lowers himself closer to you. “You don’t?”

You smile and move your hand onto his belly, your fingers sneaking under the waistband of his pants. “How can I keep my hands off you?”

Jasper chuckles, kissing your cheek and moaning into your ear. Your breathing becomes heavier as you find the base of his shaft with your fingertips. “Lie down.” you command him.

Jasper chuckles, stretching out and gazing up at you. “I obey only you.”

You sit beside him, kissing his face while your fingers undo the laces of his pants. Jasper moans, turning his head to meet your kisses. He reaches up, touching you and gently tugging against your nightgown, and loses his breath as he exposes your breasts. “Silly boy,” you giggle as he nuzzles between them. You reach down, pulling his cock out into the air. He’s turgid and growing harder by the second, and you stroke him slowly while his mouth opens over your breast. He savors your skin on his tongue, gently nipping with sharp teeth, then finds purchase on your hard nipple and moans in pleasure.

“That tickles,” you say about his teeth.

His hand comes up, squeezing one breast while he nibbles on the other. “Shall I make my touch rougher?”

You rub your palm against the head of his cock, finding him already slick from precome. “Shall I make mine?”

Jasper chuckles deeply. “I’d welcome whatever affection you wanted to give me.” He sits up, kissing your neck and back as he moves away your nightgown. He dips down, kissing along your spine, bites your shoulder, then lifts your chin to gaze into your eyes. “How do you feel?”

A shiver goes through your body. “I’m happy.”

He kisses your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.” He places you in his lap, your back pressed against him, and his big hands cover your chest and belly. He moans into your ear, and you feel him rubbing between your buttocks. It tickles slightly, but his hard length makes you more excited. His big hands make you feel safe and aroused, only furthering your desire for him. Jasper’s deep voice rumbles in his chest, tickling across your back. “I can’t get enough of you. Your body, your voice...”

You whimper, tilting your head back onto his shoulder. “Jasper!”

“That’s it.” He slowly pulls himself forward so his cock slips against your wet folds. “That sweet little song.”

“Oh gods, Jasper,” you moan. He begins to pierce you, the end of his prick slipping inside. Once you thought he was too big. Nowadays, he feels just right.

“Keeping singing,” he breathes into your ear. “My love.” He slides deep inside you and his arms lock tight around you, and he rolls his hips so you can feel every inch. You whimper, biting your lip from the pleasure. “That’s it,” Jasper growls. “You’re too good.”

You slowly rise and sink back down on him, using his strong arms as balance. You want to make him tremble. You enjoy seeing your strong, gruff husband brought to his knees by someone small and soft like you. You take pleasure in knowing that only you have this power over him. All the time you lived in your uncle’s shadow, Jasper had been a frightening and powerful warrior. No one could defeat him. But with your soft thighs and sloping breasts, you make him a pitiful, mewling beggar. You find strength in being able to bring down this mighty warrior, when you were told most of your life you were weak and pathetic.

“I can feel you trembling,” you gasp.

“You’re too good,” Jasper exclaims.

You smirk, descending hard around him. It’s a tactic that undoes you both, but he knew you were the one to claim victory. You do it again and again, his hands tightening to stop him from shaking. He growls into your ear, struggling to keep himself composed, but it’s too late, and he’s already at the edge. You just need one more push. “Wait,” Jasper moans. “I want to see you before you kill me.”

You laugh, turning around in his lap, and he grabs your hips and pants slowly as he gazes on you. His eyes are lidded, mouth open. He licks his chops and nods. “The final blow, my love. Give it to me.”

You kiss him, grinding onto his cock to make his hips buck and roll. He shudders, spasms, and his fingers dig hard into your rear. Gasping against his mouth, you find your orgasm as well. It’s strong and feels unending, even as you lean into his chest from falling.

Jasper groans, catching his breath while his arms lock around you. The rain outside hasn’t slowed for a second, and it’s all you can hear besides his heartbeat. He leans back against the headboard and you lounge against his chest, feeling smugly satisfied in your victory. “See?” he chuckles. “Special.”

“It was.” You pet his sides. “You performed admirably, as always.”

His hands knead your rear, groping it before rubbing your lower back. “And you, my love, are vicious as always.” He kisses the top of your head.

You hear his stomach growl, and you sit up. “Let me go make breakfast for you.”

“Can you even walk?” he smirks.

“I can at least fetch some bread and cheese.” You toss your hair over your shoulder. “Maybe.” You put your feet on the floor and your knees wobble, but you’re able to go into the kitchen to fetch some food. It’s not the most amazing meal you’ve ever had, but something about the cheese and bread on that cold, rainy morning feels like a meal you’ll always remember. Watching Jasper as he eats in warm contentment, you want to always look back on this, knowing you’re safe and loved.

“What a nice day,” Jasper suddenly sighs.

You look to the window and frown. “It is?”

“Isn’t it? Haven’t you been enjoying it so far?” He kisses you on the cheek and gently tucks your wild hair behind your ear. “After all, we did become engaged. I feel closer to you than ever before. And I love you more than ever before.”

Your heart skips a bit. “You do?”

“Of course,” he grins. “I fall in love with you more and more everyday.”

You kiss him, even with cheese and bread in his mouth. “I love you too. More and more each second.”