Naga girlfriend

When your naga girlfriend found you trying on new lingerie, you screamed and she tried to catch you before you locked yourself inside the bathroom. You didn’t want to talk about it, you felt all kinds of wrong in your own body, and lingerie was supposed to make you feel better, but sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes seeing your own reflection with your rolls and your stretch marks and everything else just made you feel… wrong. And you knew how much your girlfriend hated that.

When you finally left the bathroom, still wearing the lingerie, she was waiting, ready to pounce on you as soon as you crossed the threshold. And good lord if she did. She grabbed you by your middle and started groping every part of your body that made you feel-self conscious. Her touch and words were feral as she told you how hot you looked, how hard she wanted to fuck you when she saw you like that.

Her words made you feel a tiny little better, but as soon as she pushed you down to the mattress and started to kiss your soft tummy, you started to really feel it. Your own juices rapidly dampening the lace panties you were wearing, your nipples hard against the see-through fabric. And she… She was looking at you with every bit of hunger and desperation you could feel inside of you.

Her hands finally found your damp panties and when she used her claws you rip a hole right in the middle, you cried out, hot and bothered by the whole action. She kept telling you how good of a human you were, how pretty you looked and how happy she was to be with you. Her arms were still around your body and her tongue tasting your nipples when you felt her tail probing your entrance. You cried out as she pushed inside, so big and so hot it made your eyes roll back into your head.

She fucked you like a madman, her tail going in and out in an inhuman pace, your body jumping and your soft skin moving all around. You could have felt self-conscious, but the way she was looking at you, and praising you… She was trying to erase every single bad word somebody said about you even before. And she was slowly succeeding.

You came around her tail, and she told you how well you did, and you expected her to go away. But she didn’t. She curled her long body around yours and started finger-fucking your stretched hole until you were coming around her fingers, forcing you to say good things about yourself. You cried out as tears fell down your face, the emotional assault mixed with her fingers fucking you too much for your poor human body…

By the time she finished with you, the lingerie was torn, your pussy was stretched and used, and you felt better with yourself than you ever did before. She made you promise to model every single piece of lingerie you owned, so she could tell you how pretty you looked on every single piece. You knew it was a lie, she was probably going to tear all of them off your body… and you were okay with that.