Lizardfolk Boyfriend: Jasper 2 (rough draft)

The sound of rain roused you from sleep. It pattered against the windows and roof while the river gurgled loudly. You blinked slowly, staring through the shadows as you focused upon the window. It was dark still, even more so with the rain coming in. You started to get up when Jasper’s heavy arm laid on top of you.

“What’s the matter?” He grumbled 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 grumbled and fidgeted 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 curled, 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 was still something you couldn’t get used to. Being here, safe and sound with Jasper was forgein. After being taken in by your uncle when your family died, you were accustomed to his ill temper and horrible treatment. You knew you were safer here, far away from Sothen. But, much like when you were a child, you felt there was a bogeyman lurking around every corner and hidden in the shadows.

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

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

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

Your tears turn into a deep set scowl. “You’re not ugly,” you fuss at him.

He laughs again, nipping your ear as he snuggles closer. “Not everyone has your keen sight and gente 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 where the scars begin and his scales melt at the edges. You slowly trace down his jaw and feel his breath shudder. Smiling, you press a kiss to him. “Are you cold?” Jasper always tended to get chilly when it rained.

“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?”

Jasper’s low moan goes into his throat. “Get some sleep,” he reiterates. “We can deal with how cold I am in the morning.”

You giggle and press your cheek to 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 house work needs done if it is raining,” he warns. “Go to bed. You’re exciting me too much.”

You suppress a giggle and bow your head down, closing  your eyes and listening to Jasper’s mellow heartbeat. Ever since coming here, things have been hard, not because of the new situation, just you. You’ve been having a hard time adapting to not being the punching bad for 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 bed. It took you long enough to get used to Jasper’s protection. Now that you had this happiness and peace, you were terrified of it all going away. You didn’t want to lose your new life. You much preferred being a civilian than being a royal. You much preferred playing a doting wife to Jasper.

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

You woke in the morning to the rain falling quite heavily outside. The river just below your house was rushing hard and fast. You felt relieved that you had brought in the laundry last night. You rolled over, seeing Jasper had curled himself under the blankets completely, even his tail was tucked in. When it got chilly, he always burrowed like this to stay warm at night.

You smile, pressing your hands against his back. “Are you cold?”

“Yes,” he growled.

“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 took care of the fireplace, you were reminded of your final thoughts before slumber. You look back at the bed, seeing the lump that was Jasper. Once you get the kettle on and the fire going again, you crawl back into bed, going 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 into your embrace and snuggle up against your body.

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

“I’ll make breakfast if you’d 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 was his own little joke, something he started saying once Odd and Nora moved in nearby and started visiting.

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

Jasper lifted his head from her breast. “Are we not? 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?” Jasper smirks. “Nothing good came from thinking, love.” He kissed her cheek. “But tell me your thoughts anyways.”

You feel nervous and silly, butterflies in your gut, jack rabbits in your heart. You smile and 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 began to rise in bed, moving the blankets aside.

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

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

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

“I agree,” Jasper got down onto his knee and placed his hand upon your lap. “We should do it, make it real.”

You sighed 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 with that deep, raspy voice you love. “Marry me, and not just for 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, vibrating his chest with such a sound. He 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,” he starts to pout. “I’ll do it if you really want. But I don’t see how us going through a ceremony is going to make our love making any more special. You’re already my wife! To me, anytime you even let a beast like me touch you is a special celebration.”

You feel silly even suggesting it now 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 having 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 will 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 want 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 never even waited to say I love you until-” You giggle. “I mean, if we did it would keep up with our own tradition.”

Jasper smirks. “Thinking about that first time? I can tell, your cheeks are all rosy and your lips look warmer.” He 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 then smooth them down to his stomach. “You talk about being lucky, but you don’t know the other side of it.” You look up into his eyes. “I’m the lucky one here. Back home, I wasn’t human, I was a pawn and 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 am the lucky one here.”

Jasper’s eyes were wet and he lovingly held you and comforted you. “You deserve that,” he whispers. “Maybe we’re both lucky.”

You look up at him, sniffling. “Maybe,” you whisper. You rub your hand to 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. You breathe softly, slowly finding the base of his shaft with your fingertips. “Lay down.” You command him.

Jasper chuckles, placing himself back upon the bed and gazing up at you. “I obey only you.”

You sit beside him, kissing his face while your fingers undid 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. He exposes your breasts and he loses his breath.

“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. You stroke him slowly, while his mouth opens upon your breast. He savors your skin on his tongue, gently nipping with sharp teeth. He 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 wet and slick from precum. “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. He 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. His big hands cover your chest and belly. He moans into your ear, breathing deeply to match yours. You feel him at your rear, rubbing between the cheeks. It tickles slightly, but his hard length makes you more excited. His big hands make you feel safe and aroused, only furthering your strong desire for him.

Jasper’s deep voice rumbles in his chest, tickling across your back. “I can’t get enough of you,” he breathes. “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 slipped against your wet folds. “That sweet little song.”

“Oh gods, Jasper,” you moan. He begins to pierce you, tip slipping inside. He had once felt too much for you, overpowering. Nowadays, he felt just right.

“Keeping singing,” he breathes into your ear. “My love.” He places himself deep inside you and his arms lock tight around you. He rolls his hips so that inside you, 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 upon him, using his strong arms around you as balance. You want to make him tremble, make him weak. You enjoy seeing your strong, gruff husband brought to his knees by some small and soft like you. You take pleasure in that, knowing that only you have this power over him. All the time you had been held by your uncle, Jasper had been this frightening and powerful warrior. No one could defeat him, no one could bring him down. But you can, with your soft thighs and sloping breasts, you made him a pitiful mewling beggar. You found 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, thrusting hard down upon him. It was a tactic that would bring you both down, but he knew you were the one to claim victory. You do it again and again, his hands tightening to stop from shaking. He snarls into your ear, struggling to keep himself composed. But it was too late, he was already at the edge. You just needed one more push and he would crumble.

“Wait,” Jasper moans. “I want to see you before you kill me.”

You laughed, turning around in his lap. His hands hold your hips, and he breathes slow and he gazes at you. His eyes are lidded, mouth open. He licked his chops and nodded. “Final blow, my love. Give it to me.”

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

Jasper breathes deeply, catching his breath while his arms lock around you. The rain outside hasn’t slowed for a second, and it is 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 to 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 touch 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 that cheese and bread on that cold, rainy morning felt like a meal you’d always remember. Watching Jasper as he ate, and surrounded by the warm content and satisfaction, you would always look back on this, knowing you were safe and loved.

“What a nice day,” Jasper suddenly sighed.

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

“Isn’t it?” He gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Haven’t you been enjoying it so far?” He 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 skipped 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.”