Chuckling at his weak attempt of a joke, I adjust my seating. Releasing his balls, I glide my fingers over his hot throbbing rod. Although his skin here is as soft as the flesh over his balls, beneath that he was all hardness, all strength. Running my fingertip around his head, a drop of moisture leaks out and he clenches his hand around my hips. Slowly inserting my fingers into my mouth, I suck my fingertips with an audible smack. His eyes darken with need as he watches me lick my moistened fingers. His anticipation is as palpable as is mine, spurring me on.
Taking one of his fingers into my mouth, I suck gently on it while sliding it in and out. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he avidly looks on. When I'm done teasing him, I guide his hand down my body, between my breasts before placing his palm on my entrance. Circling my clit with his thumb, my body writhes as I moan, ""Mmmm... that feels good".
Clasping his shoulders, I rub myself against his lower belly sinuously, spreading my scent on him. Moaning, I feel myself getting wet, lubricating the sweet friction between us. An empty ache pulses in my belly, wanting to be filled by Karalian. His hands glide upward my body to cup my breasts, sending tingles coursing through me. Kneading them, he rolls my nipples between his thumb and finger, causing sparks to ignite and a long moan to tear from me. From my lowered lids, Karalian's shuttered glowing eyes pierces me, warning he's about to reach the end of his patience. It's not only him, by now I'm really wet, hungering for him to shove inside me and stretch me thin. My hitched whimper snaps his tightly leashed control.
Like an apex predator zooming in for the kill, he sits up abruptly and roughly pushes me down onto my back. His arms rapidly embrace me, cushioning me from the backward fall. Then fingers digging into my flesh, he lifts my hips up and enters me in one long smooth thrust, seating himself deeply to the hilt. My eyes roll back in ecstasy and a scream rises up from my throat which is promptly swallowed by Karalian's hard kiss. It is utterly satisfying. I feel utterly stretched and full. Rising above me, his face is taut with barely concealed tension. A long growl rumbles from his chest as he stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his wide girth.
But there is no need to, since our recent joining, my sheath has been anticipating his thick rod. Rocking my hips, I slide myself along his full length – in and out, in and out – hitting all of my spots, making me gasp in pleasure and pulling a groan from him.
"I can't last if you keep this up," he grits out through clenched teeth, his hands holding fast onto my hips, halting all movements except for my inner clenching.
"Then don't," I whisper huskily, my palm on the side of his face. "Take me. Hard".
That said, he starts thrusting wildly. Each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. Discomfort gave way to pleasure. "Faster. Deeper," I breathe into his ear, wrapping my legs around his waist to bring him deeper. I can't get enough. My fingernails unknowingly turn into claws and scratched down his back as I roll my head back in ecstasy.
Hissing, his eyes glow brighter and fangs elongate. Silver scales on his face skims below his skin. I can roughly make out his dragon form silhouette.
Rocking hard against me, my fingers have to tightly clutch fistfuls of the bed covers, attempting to stave off the climax which is soon crashing upon us.
Without warning, we soar into the yawning abyss, waves of sweet relief battering us. I scream and nearly blacked out as Karalian roars and pours his seed into me. Bodies heaving and writhing in the throes of pleasure, our hands reach blindly for each other's. Karalian looks into my eyes, silently seeking my consent to go through with the true mate ritual.
Putting my trust in the Goddess who has tied me inexorably to Karalian, I sink my fangs into the mark I made while I incant the words initiating the mating ritual which would irrevocably establish us as True Mates. I have known we're True Mates for a long time, and it is now time to turn this into fact.
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Dragonkin 2: My Persistent Mate
Roman d'amourA stiff-necked dragon prince and a carefree advisor bump heads. Who will win this tug-of-war?