FINALLY, a name! Aurion. It was the kind of name she would expect in a fantasy story. The old wizard Aurion. The king of darkness, Aurion. She was a fan. (Not like she had any footing to make comments about that with a name like Chrysanthemum. "You can call me Chrys, if you prefer." Her 'S' sounds were coming out more naturally now.

There was a knuckle on her lips, and she was just as annoyed to notice the coating of scales still covered it. After exhausting so much energy trying to woo him, she finally let her honest intentions pour out. "Because I had a great big stooge that I was going to be able to take home and play with, and then I saw you and you looked way more fun, plus you would probably be able to deal with a little pain way better than that guy who would have probably passed out after three pins in my waist, which would have been no fun, and you are so deadset against being my plaything, and I don't like being said no to, and I was even going to play a bed game with you because most people are weird and probably don't play those with you because of your teeth and scales and stuff."

With everything now off her chest, there was a small moment of quiet. Now that the excitement was blowing over and her engine was starting to cool down, she remembered the downside of club clothes on a rooftop. "I'm kinda cold." She crossed her arms under her chest, rubbing them with her hands to generate warmth.

Looking up at him, she wondered aloud, "Um, do you feel cold?" She did not mean it as "was he could now," but rather, "do you ever feel that sensation."

Chrys. He liked it. It was easier to say, and remember. And he did prefer it over her very long time. It avoided him trying to remember what her name reminded him of. Thank goodness for nicknames and shortened names, made things so much easier. Or less boring in the case of his human name. So nodding, "I like Chris. Yes, easy to say and remember."

Aurion listened to her explain it. All of it. Like spilling her guts at the end of her life. That's kind of how it seemed. It came out in a rush, without too many pauses. Maybe she was just done, defeated, ready to give up. Or, he saw her cross her arms under her chest and rubbing her arms, she was cold. Dropping the bag from his back he pulled it open and pulled out all the leathers and fur stuffs he had in it.

He laughed when she asked if he felt cold. Which he could take as if he felt cold just then, or if he ever felt cold. Plucking out one large skin with fur on one side, he threw it around her shoulders. Was the leather and fur real? Aurion didn't know or care. It looked like it and as car as he could tell, it was close enough. "Yes and mostly no. Not now, and unless it's cold enough to get frost bite quickly, or if I'm out long enough in cold weather, where that would give me frostbite. That's when I feel it, when it's bad enough to hurt or already hurting."

"For the rest of that... Yes I can deal with pain. Been doing it a long time. But what does that have to do with pins in your waist? Like, stabbing yourself with needles or something?" He gave her a 'Are you serious?' look, as best he could, which was probably more of a raised eyebrow and a slightly upturned and pulled corner of the mouth. "How is that playing?" Kneeling down he started to pack things up. Aurion laughed out loud at himself while looking down at the roof. When he looked up at her, "You were thinking of being intimate with a guy who's never..." 'That was a dream so it doesn't count.' The voice in his head said, and he laughed.

Sighing, he grabbed two more leathers, with a deft flick of his hands, he had them laid out nicely on the rooftop. They weren't quite end to end, slightly overlapping at one point, but they were long enough for Chrys to sit or lay down easily. They were pleather, looking like snake and gator respectively, but fake. He pulled out another with fur on one side and laid it fur side down, on the others. "Sit." He motioned to her.

"You're right though. I've never kissed a girl, grabbed a cheek, or felt a tit. You probably got it why, too." He sat on the leathers, leaving enough for her to crawl under if she wanted to. "Who can love a monster huh." A self-derogatory chuckle escaped him. "Can't blame'em though, not really."

Aurion pulled some sort of garb out of his bag, which was apparently filled with various materials, and he wrapped it around her shoulders. The furry side was a nice sensation on her skin, and she was quickly insulated from the cold winds. There was a blanket set on the ground which she chose to sit on rather than climb under for now.

He was fairly cold resistant it would seem, and the pain he mentioned feeling sounded more like some kind of emotional pain, but she let it slide. He asked her about the pins, which was something most people seemed to find peculiar. She was not used to answering those questions, because the people who were normally in her life treated her with very careful care, and the people she hunted usually did not get a question-and-answer session. "I've been playing games like that since I was a little girl. It's not anything serious; just some pain and a little bit of bleeding usually, which is nice." The thought of the pins put a dreamy smile on her face. "And big, tough guys act so different when they feel things how I feel."

Aurion admitted his inexperience, and even someone as thick as Chrys could understand why he did not respond well to her technique, which was admittedly for guys who had one thing on their minds. Aurion probably kept those things off his mind. "People call me a monster sometimes, too. I mean, mostly they try not to because when they do, daddy fires them or I play surgeon with them," she added as an afterthought. "But I just look like a human monster."

It was not Chrys's style to think about others, but the idea of sharing sensations Aurion had no understanding of was intriguing. She turned to look up at him. "Sorry about before. Um, if you did want a kiss, I could probably let you, well, feel a tit." He was the one who said it so bluntly, so there was little reason to change the wording. "Well, okay, it'd feel like feeling your own tit, but that feels pretty good! And I can feel someone grabbing your cheek!"

She brushed her hand on the furry interior of the makeshift blanket. "You could feel the soft fur. Heck," she let the blanket slide off her shoulders and let the chill of the wind brush her exposed skin. "You could feel the cold."

She looked up with her big doe eyes. It was really her last chance for something entertaining to do that night, and it would at least be a more unique experience than cutting up the same kind of shmuck as always. "It's up to you, I guess." Kissing and bed stuff was just an activity for Chrys, but a first kiss was probably important to most people, and it would be a shame for Aurion to miss out on that kind of stuff just because he looked like a monster.

Aurion looked Chrys over again, and again, and again. He was thin and frail looking, but it sounded as if she Liked pain, and enjoyed bleeding. That didn't sound too normal to him. If he got hurt during a fight or something, that was one thing, but he didn't go out of his way to get hurt or hurt himself. "You...like being hurt and bleeding?" He had to ask, otherwise all it was was a guess. "Playing surgeon, is that like playing doctor as a kid? Or do you actually do some carving?" There was no accusation in his voice when he asked the question, no judging either. He was genuinely curious to know. Especially with humans, he was okay with them being carved up. Gods knew he didn't mind doing the carving. "Who's 'daddy' anyway?"

Aurion may be a complete virgin and thus completely inexperienced, but he lived in NYC for his entire life, there was no way he grew up in one of the biggest cities and didn't hear people say things like 'Grab a tit' or worse. So he was surprised when Chrys seemed to have some reservations saying it herself. What she was saying was interesting, if slightly confusing.

Swallowing Aurion moved closer to her, heart thudding in his chest hard enough he could hear it in his ears. His tail was twitching slightly. Sometimes it was really nice to not be able to visibly blush, and to have pants. He looked her in the eyes, "Okay." He leaned towards her just a bit. If he had a human's hands, his palms would be sweating. Not knowing how to really do it, he'd follow her lead and whatever happened, happened.

When asked about her affinity for pain, she simply nodded. It was apparently an uncommon trait, so she did not spend too much time on explaining it. Instead she just tacked on, "An intense sensation like that... turns me on, okay?" It was such a pedestrian way to describe it, but it was the one way that made sense.

"Oh, surgeon was a fun game where I would cut them open and see how they worked!" It was an educational game for a fan of anatomy. "And daddy... well, I should just say he is important." Daddy always made it known that his business was not to be discussed outside of the office.

After a long fought battle with Aurion's stubbornness, Chrys had finally got her way and Aurion was giving in to her. The large creature leaned in, and it was almost funny to see someone so large and intimidating act so shy. Chrys turned and got to her knees to compensate for Aurion's height, even while sitting.

The kiss was... closer to normal than she anticipated. Despite the scaly lips, the shape and thickness was almost human, if not a bit more plump. While their lips met and his mouth was parted just enough, she slipped the tip of her tongue past them to brush against his own forked tongue.

After the taste, it only took a few seconds for the bond to really kick in. Immediately, Chrys could feel the pounding on her chest that was probably the pounding of Aurion's heart in his own chest, as well as warmth flushing... several areas of his body. The bond also came with a rather unique effect for Chrys: thanks to her partner's unique physiology, just above her bottom, she could sense a tail where there was no tail, like a phantom limb. "Cool..." She wondered how Aurion felt with the new change, feeling the chill of the wind on his(her) skin for possibly the first time.

Aurion didn't feel anything more than the pressure of her lips against his, and the touch of her tongue on his, which didn't last too long. After a few heartbeats he felt the cool air on his shoulders, but it wasn't his shoulders that were exposed to the cold. All of a sudden the chill hit his spine and sent a shiver down his body, into his arms and legs, which moved a bit to release the chill, into his hands and feet, which curled and uncurled as if trying to work the chill out of themselves, and down into his tail, which shivered, the fin slapping the rooftop in rapid succession.

Aurion tried to rub his upper arm to get some heat in it, but it didn't help. "Wooo..." He blew out a breath. There was a big difference between her exposed skin, clothing covered skin, and where the leather fur blocked the cold. It was so strange to feel the cold air again. He could even feel it when she breathed, he felt it too, but not as keenly as she did. Licking his lips Aurion reached over, picked up the leather and fur, and pulled it over her shoulders.

"Oh~ wow." A whispered voice was all he could manage as he felt the fur, the soft fur, slide over her shoulders. Aurion made a fist with both hands, toes curled tightly, tail moved to wrap around himself as he focused on that feeling. His eye fluttered and breath caught in his throat. 'Gods that feels so good.' Aurion could have gotten lost in that sensation, and almost did, just barely pulling his mind together. Relaxing his hands, feet and tail, he opened his eyes to look at Chrys.

Chrys could feel her make-believe tail patting against the surface of the roof, and watched Aurion as he tried to fix the new-found sensation of brisk wind on soft skin to no avail. She could not help but giggle as he realized the problem and placed the blanket back over her.

And then things got better. The way Aurion reacted was so dramatic, she had seen men react less positively to sex. The joy was so entertaining, Chrys was officially in a giggling fit. "Wow, I didn't think you'd be so easy to please!" It was truly a revelation to see how much something like fur, which she took for granted, could mean to the scaly man.

"One second." Aurion seemed to be recovering from his cuddly ecstasy, so she was ready to share a new sensation. She wrapped the large blanket around herself so only her neck and head were exposed. Under the cover of the tarp, she undid the lacing on the back of her top.

Another person would probably begin blushing, but being unclothed was just an activity to her. What she was excited for was Aurion's reaction. "Ready?" Under the covers, her hands cupped and squeezed, and even she bit her lip, so it would be fun to see how a touch-less lizard man would react to touching and being touched like a woman.

Aurion felt like he was being knocked sideways with all the sensations that were not his, but were his because she welt them, so he felt them too. Even something as simple as Chrys' giggling. He laughed, but not like she did, the muscles of his face didn't move like hers did, his body didn't move in the same manner as hers did with every intake or exhalation of air when she giggled. The air she let out, he could even feel when it stirred the air and that air brushed against her skin, even lightly. Maybe it was because he had gone so long without feeling anything that he was so receptive to all of it, maybe it was because it was so different from his natural state that he recognized it as not a feeling from his self. Whatever it was, he liked it.

Aurion huffed at her comment of being easy to please. With a somewhat weak voice, "What do you feel?" He touched the fur, then the leather and his own scales, even pushed one claw against his palm. The only difference to him, that he could tell, was the pressure.

He watched as she pulled the fur and covered her whole self with it except her head. The fur moving against her skin nearly sent his mind into a fur lined rut again. If it wasn't for the disappearance of something he might have gone under. Aurion had no idea what he had just felt. He couldn't make sense of it. Not that he had a lot of time to mull it over before she asked if he was ready. 'Ready for whA!'

Aurion's brain shut down momentarily as his abdomen tightened all at once as his torso tried to both curl forward and arch back at the same, causing some very strange muscular pulling and pains. He hadn't really noticed it at first so caught up with the rest of it all, but as soon as Chrys' hand cupped one he became instantly and fully aware. Chrys was biting her lip enough for the both of them, and he could feel that as well. He could also feel the sound he was making, a sort of mix between moaning and growling. There was a tightness in his pants that he couldn't control, just like he couldn't stop himself from putting a hand to his chest, mirroring where Chrys' hand was on her chest. Instead of grabbing anything, his claws were pressing against his scales as he slowly, millimeter by millimeter, drew them across his chest.

When Aurion touched things, Chrys's brow furrowed a bit, and she could understand his plight. Whatever he was touching, the only thing she could feel at her palms was a change in pressure. "Only what you feel..." How sad it must have been to be trapped in a casing? For someone who was as addicted to sensation as Chrys, it would be like an eternal punishment.

Thankfully, punishment was put on hold for both of them, as they both seemed to be reveling in the sensations of squeezing and pinching. She could feel shifting in Aurion's musculature as he reacted to the pleasure, some similar to her own body (by arching and tightening) and others... less like her body.

Aurion's clawed fingers were dragging across his chest, and Chrys could feel the muted presence of something sharp against her own breast. It was dulled by the protection of his scales, leaving Chrys teased by the unfulfilled promise of the cutting.

Chrys tried thinking of another way a female body could enjoy touch (besides the obvious,) with one idea becoming apparent. She loosened the blanket's grip on her, having it slide lower to reveal her bare neck and shoulders.

Tilting her head away from him, she left her neck available. "Kiss me here." She considered having him bite her, but with his tendency to go into fits of pleasure, he might clamp down and kill them both. There would be time to make him bite and claw her soon; she still intended to punish him for being so stubborn, and he would probably prefer the pain of biting and clawing to the pain of a quick and violent death.

Aurion was beginning to feel very constrained by his pants as Chrys continued what she was doing under the furs. Each time he thought he was starting to get a hold of the sensation and begin to get it under control, at least a little, she did something else that sent his head and chest and hips through a spin. Swallowing he tried to answer her, a bit breathless. "Imagine....notfeeling....for 10...years." Thankfully Chrys had decided to let up a bit, or Aurion wasn't being as overwhelmed, but either way he wasn't stuck in his rigid pose.

He kept shifting his hips and how he saw to try and get comfortable, and try to relieve the tightness in his pants a bit. It was uncomfortable and not something he was useful, especially for so long. "You forget how....what it's like." Smiling at her, "It's hard....not to pass out." He spoke in a rush.

When she exposed her neck to the cold he felt the chill again, more intense than before, since her neck had been warm and was suddenly cool. A quick intake of breath and he looked her bared neck. He moved closer to her before leaning down to her neck. He could see her pulse throbbing in her neck, his tongue flicked out and lightly licked over the spot and he shuddered at the feeling. Being right there he felt an urge to grab her and bite right there at the pulse point.

Abs tightening he moved faster than he intended only catching himself at the last moment. The motion of his stop left his upper front teeth just above the pulse point. When he pulled back to look he felt the shallow cut his teeth left on her neck. Hurt, but only a little. Tongue flicking over the blood the welled up, he moaned a bit, enjoying that feeling. His lips finally kissed her neck, right on the cuts, tongue lapping at the blood while he did so.

The experience for Chrys was not far from what she was used to, with the exception of differing textures, feeling rough lips against her skin. The heat of Aurion's breath on her neck sent a shiver through her, and the tingling was sustained with his flitting tongue's presence.

And then Aurion drew first blood. It was not a big cut; his sharp tooth only grazed her. It was not much, but the initial sensation of torn skin had Chrys's toes curling, and a yelp of excitement emanating from her throat.

She shared plenty of pleasant experiences with Aurion, but it was now her turn to receive what she was owed before they returned to the last few items on Aurion's new experience checklist.

"My turn." Chrys allowed the blanket to slide down completely, exposing her completely to the cold winds and any nearby glances, flaunting her immunity to shame. She grabbed Aurion's scaly hand and held his sharp claws under her collarbone. "Cut... now," she growled.

Tongues were a poor sensory organ for anything but tasting. Thankfully though, he could feel the blood that well from the cut as it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. A benefit of having a relatively dry mouth, liquids were that much more refreshing. It was odd to feel a light tongue, his own, licking her neck, to feel like it was his blood that was flowing from the cut, that his neck was warm in one spot.

He was beginning to form a thought, about feeling two things, possibly contradictory things, at one time could drive someone crazy, when she let the fur fall away from her. The sudden cold across his entirely exposed body made his breath catch in his throat with a little squeak. When Chrys took his hand in hers, he was sure what he was feeling. It took him a few moments to realize that he was feeling what his hand felt like to her. It felt both smooth and rough in spots, probably where the scales met concrete or brick or other rough things.

She was the first woman he had known of who was comfortable baring herself to the world, that wasn't in a magazine, or some other media, and wasn't getting paid. If Aurion was one to delve into actions like that, and had a mind to try and figure that out, he might think that beyond being confident in herself, maybe she didn't respect herself. Of course he had already sort of accused just that when he had called her a whore.

She placed his claws just under her collarbones, even with them resting there, without any pressure being applied to her skin, he could feel the tips very clearly on her frail skin. "Cut you?" His yellow eyes looked into her brown ones. Unsure of how deep she was asking to be cut, or how long of one, he curled his two fingers and thumbs, leaving his index claw pressing her skin. Slipping a hand around and to her back, he pressed the claw into her flesh, without breaking eye contact, judging how deep it was by what he felt on his own chest.

Yes it hurt, hurt a little more than it should have, but she wasn't nearly as robust as he was. Yet, it wasn't nearly at a level that would make him cringe. The claw wasn't very far in when he began to pull it down, almost straight down, with a slight curve around her breast. That wasn't something he was use to, no one had actually figured out how to cut him through his scales in such a long incision. Half his body, the side of Chrys' body he was cutting, tensed, causing him to tilt to that side a bit. Since he wasn't watching what he was doing, he wasn't sure how long or deep he had actually cut her, he just knew that it felt fairly long. But as everyone can tell you, that sense can be deceiving.

The pointed claw dragged along her flesh slowly at first, causing a shallow cut just under her collar. Her nerves were flaring up in reaction, and her body started trembling as her wavering humming was escalating in pitch.

And then Aurion took the next step, creating a somewhat shallow, but nonetheless drawn out incision from her breast down to her waist. Her pale skin was becoming stained by the warm red blood oozing from the wound. It was not a dangerous level of blood loss, though in time, she would get lightheaded and dizzy, which was just fine. As it stood, she was already shaking between a mixture of pleasure and cold.

Now that her quota for pain was filled, (or filled as far as she decided Aurion deserved for his refusals,) she was revved up like a Harley waiting to be taken across the countryside.

Chrys placed her hand on Aurion's chest, feeling a very light pressure on her own chest overlapping with the sting of cold air intruding upon her lovely new wound. "Does it hurt?" she asked in an almost teasing voice. "Remember that the next time you say no to me." She winked, but she was serious; she liked getting her way, and a no would not be met with kindness twice.

Her hand trailed town his chest and to his stomach and down until she was past his stomach, touching one of the very few areas Aurion did cover. Chrys could feel his reaction in her own body, which drew a wicked grin out of her. "Now that you've been punished, I could reward you for being a good boy." The rooftop was high and it was late, so there was a very low chance of onlookers, and if they did happen to look, they were certainly not the types of people who would bring it up to anyone else.

She pressed a finger of her free hand into her wound, sending another jolt of pain through her. "Mmm, preferably before this heals up." Chrys's accelerated healing was a double-edged sword; it limited her play time, but it also kept her from accidentally... well, dying. It was a give and take. "Interested?"

Somewhere in Aurion's mind, the part that was only functioning on minimal life support, realized something that would be important at any other time, '..The new furs are getting bloodied. Not cool.' That part of him knew that the furs would be basically ruined, if they had been bright colors. Blood had a nasty habit of staining clothing and other things. For better or worse, that part of his mind hadn't the strength to inform the rest of him of what it had realized. It wanted to give in as much as the rest of him did.

"No." He said to her in a flat tone before a chuckle escaped him. He couldn't help it, somethings you just had to do. "Not really...but yes." Smirking, "Getting cut like that, never had such a long one happen before." His cutting hand hadn't moved far from the end of the cut, so curling the finger, he ran the knuckle up her body collecting blood. Her hand was heading in the opposite direction on his body. Both sensations were present at the same time.

The touch of her fingers on his body was what he focused on instead of the pressure he felt from her hand. That and what he felt from his knuckle on her chest put him in a place to be easily overwhelmed. Having just put his knuckle into his mouth to lick the blood from it, her hand moved below his waist and his whole body twitched, causing him to bite his knuckle hard enough for his teeth to pierce his scales.

Aurion had forgotten all about that part, yes forgot about that part of himself as well being overwhelmed with other things, but specifically what she had wanted from the beginning. It had been her goal the whole time he remembered. For a moment he was at a loss for a response, but the press of a finger into the cut fixed that. A small, sharp intake of breath kicked his baser self. With the thudding of his heart, he couldn't deny the idea was a welcomed one, even with the reservations he had due to his inexperience.

The hand on her back trailed down her skin towards her waist, dragging claws lightly. In a quick movements he grabbed a soft cheek and pulled her to him. A rumbling, very much akin to a tiger's purr, began to sound from him as his tail lifted the fur up and onto them.

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It was over, but occasionally, Chrys's entire body would spasm underneath the comfort of a furry, blood-stained blanket. It was an unforgiving study in anatomy for the young woman's tiny frame. Her core was still very sore from a rigorous workout. She could still feel the pounding of a phantom heartbeat coming from her partner of the evening.

For someone who reveled in sensory activity, the sensory overload of feeling the pleasures of both participants was intoxicating. She was used to the bedroom games after lots of experience, but he was a unique physical specimen, and the feelings of a body reaching a new point for the first time was enough to cause her head to spin.

Or it could have been the blood loss. Admittedly, her system was already clotting the wound (which had been reopened at least twice during the action,) as well as the wounds Aurion incidentally gave her in the heat of the moment, ranging from the other side of her chest, her arm, her hip and her cheek. They would fade away, but for a day or two, she would have such attractive scars!

The deed was done, and Chrys was now lying there in recovery with Aurion sitting beside her. Her voice was still shaky from adrenaline and hormones, but she still asked, "See, that was probably a little tastier than making me a snack." Was it wrong to fantasize about being made into a treat?

Chrys looked at her cut up, but still pale and tender body under the cover of the soft blanket. She then looked up at her scaly, intimidating playmate. Looking back at her tiny little fleshy form again, she wondered aloud, "Would I be cuter to you green and big? Or are tiny pink things what you like?" Logically would a giant lizard man find a giant lizard woman the most attractive? After all, tiny pink things usually went after others in various shades of pink and brown. Maybe he would not have put up such a big fight if she were a she-monster!