[center][b]Has His Own Clit(ellum)[/b][/center]

[center] By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]





They made it all the way to the bedroom before the moment Elliot had dreaded arrived.

“So let’s find out what you’re packing.” She purred sibilantly.

“Um…” Elliot squirmed, appropriate to his species. Lesa straddled him on her bed. Her smooth scales rubbed over his moist segments with intimate closeness, setae scraping against her thighs. The skink’s hand groped down around his waist- totally the wrong place. “I’m… not.”

“Not?” Lesa smirked down at her hookup’s pink-gray face, lifted a hand to cup his moist cheek. “You’re gonna give a lady hurt feelings. I put a lot of effort into getting you worked up.”

“Oh believe me, I’m worked up.” He squirmed under her, rubbing up against her leaking pussy where it was planted against his midsection. “I just don’t… well, I don’t have anything to…”

Her eye ridges lowered. 

“…Don’t tell me you’re a bird or a null or whatever.” The lizard must have seen something in Elliot’s expression because her own softened. “Not that I’m not willing to improvise but I admit I was kind of hoping.”

“Sorry.” He raised himself- the upper part of his naga-style build- up, pressing down with his elbows. “I should’ve mentioned. But I just didn’t want to screw things up and I, well, I didn’t really expect to get this far. Most people aren’t into…”

Elliot hopelessly indicated his invertebrate form.

“Hey, don’t get down on yourself.” To his modest regret Lesa rolled of his body and onto her side beside him, totally relaxed. “Guarantee it’s that attitude that keeps you out of the game. You’re exotic.”

He curled his body up self-consciously. “I dunno about that.”

The petit lizard snorted. “Work on your self esteem on your own time, then. But right now you still owe me a lay. Go ahead and tell me what you’ve got instead of the usual and we’ll work with it.”

Elliot found the self-interested offer of improvised fuk, almost pathetically, far more reassuring than an extended pep talk. Lesa had declared she was going to get her pleasure out of him (and if possible vice versa) and his hangups were beside the point.

“It’s a worm thing.” He explained. “I don’t have a penis. Or anything else much, nothing down there. What I have is up here.”

Lesa’s eyes followed his pointing finger up to the extended, thicker segment at the base of his long neck. Where every other segment was perhaps two fingers wide this was a few handspans of smoother surface.

“You keep your boy bits in your neck.” She said incredulously.

“It’s called a clitellum.”

The statement surprised a giggle out of her.

“So you’ve got a clit too!” 

He gave a nervous chuckle in answer. “Well…. We’re hermaphrodites, so….”

“Huh. Can’t say I’ve ever gone for that before.” She said. “A little too much going on for me to know what to focus on, you know? Doesn’t look like we’ll have that worry here though.”

“Nah. I mean, everything’s here, if that’s what you mean.” Elliot indicated a spot- no, a small pore- on the front of his clitellum band, then another a few inches up. More of a divot. “Male spout, female funnel.”

Lesa drew a finger around the bottom edge of his ‘clit’ band and up toward the male hole. He shivered in a most gratifying way before she even reached the little pore, and gasped as she teased it before moving upward.

“Sensitive, huh?” The skink asked rhetorically, watching a little drop of pre ooze out of the male pore. “…Yeah, I think I can work with this. Get on your back, big boy… I can still call you big boy, right?”

As soon as he could comply Elliot was straddled again, this time watching as she scooched herself up his segmented body. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, pronouns. I usually just use ‘he’ to keep it simple.”

More important to him, treated to the pleasant site of her glazed reptilian cooch approaching as well, her hooking her knees over his narrow shoulders. Without ceremony the skink plopped herself down on his clitellum, wet sexual organs coming into sticky contact. “Cool. Let’s try some good old slot A on slot B.”

Suiting words for actions she pressed down, grinding her wet slit over his more minimalist male opening. His wide band flushed a deeper red from it, a tingle beginning where her fluids sank into the chemical receptors of his skin, nerve endings and enzymes recognizing the situation even if the anatomies weren’t quite built for each other. “Ye-eah, I think that’s going to work fine…”

“Good to hear it.” Lesa smiled down at the obvious arousal on the worm-anthro’s face, humping her hips to rub up good against his slickness. She hoped she wasn’t putting too much pressure on his soft body, but suspected neither of them cared much. “I bet your tongue would’ve been fine but its so much more fun to share the love, you know?”

Elliot groaned in assent, nodding his noodly head. Share the love they did, ample evidence provided by their leaking profusely onto each other at the point of contact. Before long Lesa’s thighs were lubed well enough by their mixed juices to let her glide her hips smoothly back and forth over Elliot’s clitellum, riding his neck with growing enthusiasm. 

She’d taken home a horse once. This reminded her of that- the stallion had been packing even by equine standards, no hope of getting a proper penetration, but riding a thick cylinder of horny flesh had worked out pretty well then too. There were shades of a good pillow-hump too. But the slickness and smoothness made it work differently, highlighted the bigness of the rounded surface pressed under her tail and pressing her cloaca. And of course a living breathing guy squirming between her legs was always nice.

Just to add a little spice she reached down between her legs, flicking at her clits to add a spark to the rising heat in her nethers, turn it into a flame. She squished the nubs- there were two, most reptile species had two even if [i]male[/i] hemis were more common knowledge- together while she kept up her blissfully repetitive slide.

By virtue of their position and happy accident her fingertips caught Elliot’s female opening as well, tips brushing that divot and adding a little catch on every glorious rub of her whole nether region on his sensitive clitellum surface. They moaned together, shuddering in mutual pleasure.

“Lesa?” Elliot breathed huskily, struggling to focus. “H-hold up, I think I’ve got an idea.”

“S-sure.” She allowed. Her legs paused their sawing motion, hand still flicking at her nubs to keep the heat stoked. “Better be a good one to top this.”

“Just lift your tail a bit.”

“Promising start.”

She leaned forward to give him access for whatever he had in mind, blushing under her scales from the pleasingly obscene sticky noise of her sex-slickened nethers pulling away from his. A moment later she felt a squishing squirming something press up under her tail, prodding clumsily at her cloaca.

“[i]Very[/i] promising.” Lesa added. She pushed back against the intrusion. His tail, she guessed, reaching down to press the relatively narrow end of it on target and force the soft flesh into her sopping cloaca. Her hand met his where he had reached up a fraction later to do the same thing. The thick tip slipped in like an extra-soft extra thick dildo, compressing to fit her narrow channel. 

“God, that feels weirder than I expected.” Elliot said, puffing out his breath.

“Good weird.” She put in, leaning pack to force another segment worth of worm-tail into her cloaca. The skink crawled back, kissing the top of his oval face as her legs forced his arms down, her hips coming level with his elbows so the tail didn’t have to curl as far upward to penetrate her. 

The annelid’s muscle structure in his tail was different than what any mammal or reptile or avian had on the outside, one layer of muscle fibers running along his length and perpendicular around his width, making his rings bulge and contract inside her in a not quite ripple effect that was ever so filling. Lesa decided she wanted as much of that exotic feeling as possible, shoving him into her. “Can’t be weirder to you than me.”

“It’s [i]pretty[/i] weird!” He exclaimed, not unhappily. “I’ve got my- Um.”

“You’ve got what?”

“I wasn’t really thinking about it, but uh… My ass is kind of in your pussy.”

“…Oh.” Elliot had the most adorably awkward look on his face. She pecked him on the cheek, winking to reassure him. And, because she was that kind of girl, clenched down on the worm-meat inside her to make him squirm some more. “Well, you’re in my cloaca, so I guess this is butt stuff squared with overtones of tail sex.”

“Uh.” The earthworm anthro huffed, not sure how to feel about the squeezing of a part of him that was usually out in the open. Lesa had no such confusion about how to react to the undulating in her vent, moaning happily into his ear. “Pretty weird.”

“It’s working for me. Let’s get you some attention.” In a fluid motion she pushed herself a little further back to nuzzle her smoothly scaled snout against Elliot’s clitellum. Immediately he let out a sharp exhalation. “I want you to cum while you’re inside me…”

She giggled in amusement at the thought that, built like he was, that wouldn’t be synonymous with cumming [i]inside[/i] her. She’d have had to keep humping his neck for that… well, maybe round two. For now she opened his jaw and snaked out her tongue to slather over his sexual ducts, narrow tip teasing at his male opening. 

That shut Elliot up nicely, if you only counted actual words. Lesa always had enjoyed getting a response out of her sex partners. A guy could be a total sex machine, gentle exactly until she wanted rough, play her clits like a harpsichord, sweet as sugar… but a boy you could wring cute little gasps out of, you just couldn’t beat that in Lesa’s book! And this worm was definitely her type.

He groaned helplessly while he impaled her, barely aware of trying to keep his tailtip/rear end in her slick lizardpuss while she fixated him on the wet tonguetip probing his sperm funnel. Pleasure tingled through him, making him gush around it and give her a salty taste of pre.

She pulled out before she could push him over the edge. 

“Not yet.” Lesa told him, pulling her face back reaching down once more to tweak at her clits. “Not [i]quite[/i] yet. I want to be ready to… just keep your tail pumping.”

“Yeah.” Elliot gasped. “Okay. I’ll try.”

It wouldn’t be long, either way, they both knew that. Lesa hurried herself along, tweaking her pleasure buttons to drive herself higher and higher as quickly as she could. Here and there she flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin of his clitellum and teased at one or the other of his sexual openings, each of them breathing faster and harder while they worked each other’s most sensitive points.

“I- I’m going to-“

“Go for it!” The skink demanded, furiously masturbating while she pumped herself on his strangely textured meat. She slathered her tongue furiously over his male opening again as he erupted, spewing salty semen over her tongue and Lesa let herself go a moment later, hips jerking. 

His tail slipped loose in the midst of her climax, unplugging the opening and causing her juice to gush out onto him and the bedsheets alike while she licked up and down and all over what she had come to think of as his sex-segment, mouth filled with the taste of jizz.

With both their orgasms dying down she let herself collapse on top of him, transitioning to a lazy lapping at his delicate little holes one after the other, savoring the afterglow and his own little after-spurts.

A thought caught in her head and she paused, deliberately pulling her tonguetip from where it had been mindlessly delving at Elliot’s female duct. “Oh. Shit. I think I just licked a some of your jizz into your, um, pussy. You won’t-?”

“Huh?” The worm looked down at her, curling the almost silly amount of neck he had above the area she had been lavishing to point his face directly at her. “Oh, fuck no. I’m on the pill. Thanks for caring though; I’m soooo not ready for kids.”

She relaxed back into him and licked again a few times for the fun of it. “Definitely on the same page. So, how was your first time with a vertebrate, huh?”

“Was I that obvious?” 

“Maybe just a little. Don’t sweat it, you did great.”

He reached his arms around her in a hug. “Thanks. It was… well, it was great.”

“Good. Because I want your number.” Lesa nuzzled into his cool slick embrace and settled in for a nice after-sex cuddle. “Definitely want to do this again.”



[center]The End[/center]