my mates in beast world.

chapter 18 smut 🍋

Her heart fluttered with nerves as she closed the door behind them. The air was thick with the scent of the candles she had lit, their flickering flames casting a soft, warm glow that danced across Alaric's scales. She turned to face him, the gravity of their newfound bond settling between them like a gentle cloak.

"I never imagined," Alaric began, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones. "To find you again, after all these years..."

Lily reached out, her hand brushing against his scaled cheek. "Alaric," she said softly, "I'm not Laila. I'm Lily."

He searched her eyes, the depth of his pain and longing evident. "I know," he whispered, "but you carry her spirit within you."

Lily took a deep breath, her heart swelling with a love that was as vast as the Beast World itself. "Alaric," she said, her voice filled with warmth and compassion, "I love you, not because I am Laila, but because you have shown me the true meaning of hope and sacrifice."

Alaric's eyes searched hers, the weight of his longing and grief lifting with her words. "And I love you," he replied, his voice trembling, "because you have brought light to the darkest corners of my soul."

Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a gentle kiss filled with the warmth of a thousand suns. The tender embrace grew into a fiery passion, their bodies entwining as if they had been separated for an eternity. Lily felt the years of his solitude and pain melt away, replaced by a burning need to be close to her.

Alaric swept her up in his powerful arms, carrying her to the grand bed that lay at the center of the chamber. The furs were soft beneath her, the scent of their mingled destinies filling the air as they lay together. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were afraid she might shatter in his embrace.

He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a fiery path down her body to the apex of her thighs. Lily gasped as he tasted her, his long-forgotten passion reignited by the sweet nectar of her arousal. His touch was both foreign and familiar, a sensation that sent shivers down her spine.

With a gentle growl, Alaric parted her folds, his slick tongue delving into the warm, wet heat of her womanhood. Lily arched her back, her hands fisting in the fur blankets as he explored her with a hunger that had been centuries in the making. His forked tongue flicked and danced, bringing forth waves of pleasure that crashed over her like the breakers on a distant shore.

Each kiss, each tender lick, was a declaration of his love and devotion. His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, sending sparks of desire through her body as he claimed her as his own. Lily's breath hitched in her throat, her hips rising to meet his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation.

Alaric's tongue swirled around her clit, teasing and taunting until she was a panting, writhing mess beneath him. He could feel the heat of her arousal, the sweet scent of her desire, and it only served to fuel his own. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her readiness, and groaned against her skin.

With a final, lingering kiss, he moved up her body, his cock pressing against her slick folds. Lily's eyes locked with his, the blue of her irises burning with a passion that mirrored his own. He slid into her with a slow, deliberate ease, savoring every inch of her warmth. The feel of her tightening around him was like nothing he had ever experienced, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Alaric's cock was unlike any she had felt before. It was long and thick, with granular textures that sent waves of sensation through her with each stroke. The ridges along his length massaged her inner walls, each one a promise of the ecstasy to come. Lily gasped as he filled her completely, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that she never wanted to end.

"Breathe, my love," Alaric murmured, his voice a gentle caress against her ear. "Let your body adjust to me."

Lily's chest heaved with anticipation, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The tip of his cock, already nestled within her, was unlike anything she had ever felt. The slightest movement sent jolts of pleasure through her body, and she braced herself for the fullness she knew was to come.

"Alaric," she panted, her voice a soft whine, "I-I can't..."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with concern. "Why do you hesitate, my love?"

Lily's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Your size," she whispered, "it's overwhelming."

Alaric's eyes softened, his gaze filled with understanding. "I will go slow," he promised, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through her very core. "Your body will learn to accept me, as our hearts have accepted each other."

With the patience of the ancients, Alaric began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. His cock, massive and unyielding, slid into her with a gentle insistence that belied its size. The sensation was unlike anything Lily had ever felt, a delicious stretch that sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. She gripped the fur-covered bedposts, her knuckles white as she tried to keep herself grounded amidst the storm of sensation.

His movements grew more deliberate, his hips swiveling in a clockwise motion that hit a spot deep within her that made her eyes roll back in her head. Each rotation brought a new sensation, a fresh wave of ecstasy that had her crying out in a symphony of pleasure. The dragon-snake's cock was a masterpiece of nature's design, and Lily was its devoted pupil, eager to learn every nuance of its power.

Her walls clenched around him, her body instinctively seeking to hold onto the exquisite feeling. Alaric's eyes never left hers, his gaze filled with love and determination as he claimed her fully. The ancient rhythm of the ceremony filled the room, the very air seemed to pulse with the beat of their union.

Lily's breath hitched as Alaric reached his peak, his cock swelling even larger inside her. With a roar that echoed through the chamber, he released his seed, filling her with the essence of his soul. The bond between them grew stronger with each pulse, a tangible force that seemed to weave through their very beings.

The warm, sticky fluid of Alaric's release filled her completely, spilling out of her and pooling on the furs beneath them. The scent of their mating was potent, a declaration of their union that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the room. Lily felt her own body responding in kind, her orgasm cresting like a tidal wave, crashing over her with a force that left her trembling.

As the intensity of their coupling eased, Alaric kissed her forehead gently, his warm breath a soothing balm against her fevered skin. He pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her as they lay entwined on the fur-covered bed. The weight of his body was comforting, a reminder of the deep connection they now shared.

The dragon-snake's scales were slick with sweat, the coolness of them a stark contrast to the heat of their passion. Lily traced the patterns on his chest with her fingertips, marveling at the sensation of smoothness and roughness intermingling. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their mingled breathing and the distant cries of beasts celebrating the bonding ceremony.