A White Dragon Slayer's Mate [Editing]

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A/N: this is a semi lemon, beware young children who don't want to read this 😂

"Mm son of a bitch that stings." Sting hisses as Y/N bit his neck, leaving a bloody mark. Y/N laughed to herself and licked over the blood dripping down his neck. It started to form red fiery scales all the way up to his ear.

"This isn't fair if I don't get to do anything. Thought you said I could." Sting breathed out heavily. Y/N shrugged and only winked at him. She took her shirt off and laid Sting on his back on the ground.

As their lips touched and started moving, Sting inhaled some of Y/N's amazing scent. He sighed in relaxation and put his hand on her cheek. He wanted to satisfy his needs more so he started to kiss more roughly. He stuck his tongue in Y/N's mouth to spice things up. She gladly accepted and allowed the white dragon slayer to explore her mouth.

He separated his lips from hers and said "I've been wanting to mark you so badly," he latched his lips onto Y/N's neck earning a light moan. "And now I have the chance to show people you're mine..." He bit down really hard causing Y/N's eyes to widen and fill with tears. He let go and the bloody mark transformed into white beautiful scales.

"Ah sorry Y/N I know that hurt." Sting kissed her forehead and used one hand to un clip her bra. Y/N helped him remove it and he smirked at her. He grabbed her breasts tenderly as he kissed her. He occasionally whispered to her about all the things he was going to do to her. She whimpered and moaned as he continued to talk dirty to her as he played with her boobs.

"You know... you haven't taken anything off yet.." Y/N said, Sting sighed and removed his shirt along with his pants.

Y/N looked down to see that Sting was getting excited. Sting glared at her with a bashful face and muttered something lowly that Y/N couldn't hear.

"May I?" Y/N asked, putting her hands on the hem of his boxers. Sting nodded without hesitation and watched as Y/N slowly pulled down his boxers. She stopped when his proud member popped out. Sting looked down at her impatient with a 'What are you waiting for' look. Y/N slowly started to stroke it. Sting let out small pants as she got a little faster with her strokes. She kissed the tip and opened her mouth to take it in. She started to bob her head up and down, hearing Stings moans gave her more encouragement to go faster.

"Oh Y/N," He groaned "I'm close..."

He spazzed and pushed her head down more to take the whole thing in. Y/N nearly gagged but took it well as he would be coming soon for sure. She was surprised when he grabbed her shoulders and forced her up. She looked at him in confusion.

"I'm not ready to come yet." He said, kissing her forehead.

"But now it's time that I prepare you. Is that alright?" Sting asked

'Prepare?'