Chapter 31 #3
“I will do much more than that for my sweet little mate. I will give you my mouth and tongue.” He caressed my lips. “And you will give me yours. We will both drink our fill.”
He slid his hand down my stomach and cupped my dripping pussy. The light brush of his palm against my clit made me yowl in need.
“Will you swallow every drop of my cum, little mate?” he asked.
“Yes.” I moaned. “Every drop, my dragon. I promise.”
He kissed me. “Good,” he murmured, his lips on mine. “Open your sweet mouth for your mate. Let me see your tongue.”
I obeyed, almost shivering with need.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Stay just like that.”
He turned, straddled my chest, and went to his hands and knees above me, moving until his beautiful cock was right above my waiting mouth.
And then without warning, he bent and closed his lips on my throbbing clit. With a scream, I bucked against all my restraints. The vines tightened.
Pleasure and the sensation of being utterly at his mercy sent me careening over the edge in moments.
I climaxed with a wail that turned into a muffled gurgle as his cock filled my mouth.
The soil and moss beneath me thrummed, sending pulses rolling through the forest with every wave of pleasure he gave me.
And far, far above, beyond the leafy canopy, korae bloomed across the sky.
I closed my lips around him and sucked desperately, tears trickling from my eyes.
My dragon. My beautiful, delicious dragon.
With his lips, tongue, and fingers, he drove me back toward ecstasy as he thrust into my mouth, then withdrew just long enough for me to gasp in a breath. He tasted so good, so perfect, so much like smoky brandy and the earth and petrichor and everything good.
When I came a second time and screamed around his cock, his entire body vibrated with a low rumble that blended with the rhythms of the forest around us.
“Yes, little mate,” he growled against my pussy as he stroked me with his fingers. “I love how you come. Let me hear you call for your dragon.”
He withdrew from my mouth so I could wail and sob his name. He kissed my slit. “Yes, just like that, little mate.”
Ardruc returned his mouth to my pussy with a single-minded focus on bringing me back to the peak of pleasure while I licked and sucked his dripping cock, gasping in breaths when he raised his hips.
“Are you thirsty for your mate?” he asked as I panted. He swirled his tongue around my clit. “Sweet Elena, I want to come for you.”
“Please,” I begged. “Fill my mouth.”
He lowered his hips and I closed my lips around his cock. He groaned and thrust gently. I wanted to sink my nails into his hot dragon skin and moaned because I couldn’t.
He took me over the edge with his mouth and tongue.
And as I screamed around his cock, he was coming too, with bellows and growls, in hot, thick spurts that filled my throat and mouth and ran down my chin while the ground heaved beneath us.
I choked and gagged and fought to swallow every drop of what he gave me because he was my dragon, and because I needed him so much it made my body hum.
He freed himself from my mouth and kissed my quivering pussy before turning on his knees to face me. “Look at you,” he murmured, caressing my face and running his thumb over my lips. “Sweet Elena. You are so beautiful, it hurts.”
“Ardruc,” I gasped, my chest heaving. “I want to hold you.”
He reached over my head and tugged at the vines around my wrists and arms. They slipped away, freeing me to pull him close so he could bury his face against the side of my neck.
“My dragon,” I said, stroking his hair and feathers. “My mate.”
He raised his head, his eyes glowing and expression full of wonder. “My hearts are full, my love.”
I sank my nails into his biceps. He growled and bit my shoulder. “Deeper,” he rumbled into my ear. “I will tattoo those marks, Elena. There will be no doubt who I belong to.”
He freed my legs one at a time, kissing the little criss-crossing lines left by the vines. And then he knelt above me, his eyes glowing.
“You tried to trick me, little mate,” he growled. “Hiding your scent was wicked. I believe my little mate needs some punishment.”
I widened my eyes in feigned fear. “Punishment?”
“Punishment.” He leaned close and bit my chin lightly. “How else may I teach her not to be so nefarious in the future? On your hands and knees, little mate.”
Trembling with arousal and anticipation, I did as he demanded.
When my back was turned, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes and tied it snugly. I whimpered, and felt a trickle of slickness run down my thigh.
“Yes, little mate,” he rumbled in my ear. “You should not try to trick your dragon. Punishment is required.”
His hand closed on the back of my neck and pushed gently but insistently until I was leaning on my elbows with my ass and dripping pussy in the air.
“Yes, like that,” he said with satisfaction. He nipped my earlobe with his teeth. “Do not move.”
“Yes, dragon,” I whispered. What was he going to do? I quivered with need.
I sensed him moving around me and heard little rustles, but I couldn’t see anything. The ground hummed beneath me, with little pulses very like the throbbing in my clit.
When his large, hot hand suddenly came to rest on my ass, I jumped and mewled.
“Ah, that is the sound I like so much.” He chuckled, and I shivered. “Can I make you do that more, I wonder?”
His hand came down on my ass with a crack and a flash of perfect pain. I shrieked and moaned as my pussy gushed.
“Such a wicked trick, little mate,” he murmured. “Hiding from your dragon.”
I whimpered, arching my back. “Again, please. Please, dragon.”
His hand came down again, and I mewled again because he liked that sound so much. He caressed the spot he’d spanked, drawing out the sting.
“Do you like this, little mate?” His tongue suddenly dragged up my dripping slit and I cried out. “You taste like you like this sort of punishment.”
“I do,” I gasped. “I love it.”
“Good, because I love doing this for you.” He caressed my ass, and then spanked me again. I yowled and dug my fingers into the moss.
Again and again he spanked me until tears ran down my face and I was pleading to come, but he refused to give me a climax.
“Not yet, little mate,” he said, caressing my hips. “I want you to remember what happens when you do such wicked things.”
I wasn’t likely to forget…but I was likely to do them again if this was the result.
Finally, he scooped me up and took me to a large, moss-covered fallen tree at the edge of the little clearing. “Bend over, lovely Elena,” he said, urging me to lay with my stomach on the soft moss. “It is time for me to stretch that lovely little ass.”
Whimpering, I obeyed. Vines coiled up and around my arms and legs, holding me in place with my legs spread for Ardruc’s admiring gaze.
When he cupped my ass and ran his tongue along my cleft, I cried out.
“Sweet Elena,” he murmured, prodding my asshole with his tongue.
The tip of his tail flicked along my slit and vibrated against my clit for just a moment—not long enough to send me over the edge, but driving me ever closer to it. I wailed.
He chuckled, his breath hot against my ass. “Yes, you will take my tail, little mate.”
He tongued me as he stroked himself, and it was such sweet torture to be so close to coming and not be able to climax, to hear him pleasuring himself and not be able to see, to be so helplessly tied up while my dragon took his time stretching my ass and teasing my dripping slit with the tip of his tail.
Without warning, his tongue pushed inside my ass at the same moment his tail thrust into my pussy.
“Dragon,” I wailed, writhing against the tree, fighting to escape pleasure that crested higher and higher because he’d made me wait so long. “Ardruc…”
He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his slick fingers. “Come on my tail, my love. Come on your dragon’s tail.”
Deeper and deeper his tail thrust inside me, vibrating and sending waves of ecstasy through my entire body until I was screaming and coming so hard I sobbed.
He’d wanted to give me his tail in my ass, but there was something I wanted right now so desperately I would have done anything to get it.
“Give me your knot,” I pleaded. “Ardruc, please. Please give me your knot while I’m tied up like this.”
His tail withdrew from my fluttering pussy. I felt him move, and then his enormous cock head pressed against me.
His lips brushed my ear. “Whatever my Elena wants, she will get.”
Slowly, he thrust into me, stretching me as I wailed and clawed at the tree. Gods, he felt so good.
“Your sweet little pussy takes me so well, Elena,” he groaned, wrapping his hand in my hair. “You love this dragon cock.”
“I love this dragon cock,” I sobbed. “I love how you fill me.”
He rocked back and forth until his ridges found my G-spot, and then he moved slowly right there so I shuddered and wailed his name.
“I think my little mate wants to come on my cock,” he said, tightening his grip on my hair. “Tell me how much you want to come.”
“I want to come so badly,” I gasped. “Please, dragon. Please make me come.”
His strokes remained slow and even. “You always come so perfectly for me, little mate. You squeeze my cock and drench me in your sweet cum. You call for your dragon. I hear you come in my dreams, Elena. That is how much I love the way you come for me.”
His every movement drove me a little closer to the edge. I sobbed. “Ardruc…”
“Yes, little mate?” He pulled my hair until I raised my head. “Tell me how you feel.”
“I feel so good. I feel so stretched, so full. So wet and ready for your knot.” I whimpered. “Do this to me forever, dragon. Please.”
“I will.” He kissed my back. “I promise I will, little mate. I love you.”
I came on that promise, with the words I love you in my ears and his wonderful dragon cock inside me. And as I cried out again and again, he cooed. Three deep thrusts later, his knot filled me and swelled, locking him inside me.
My dragon came with beautiful growls and rumbles, his hips thrusting and giving me a soft orgasm.
I pictured him behind and above me with his wings outstretched, head back, one hand in my hair and the other on my hip, holding me as if he feared I might somehow slip from his grasp.
A magnificent dragon claiming his mate in the forest and giving himself to her, body, hearts, and soul.
When the last of his releases ended, he freed me from the vines and carefully laid us down on the mossy ground, holding me tight to his chest with his arms around my middle so his knot didn’t so much as tug at me. My sweet, thoughtful Ardruc.
He pulled my blindfold off, tossed it aside, and tucked my head under his chin as we panted and trembled together. His chest rumbled with contentment.
Big, dumb, lovesick dragon. He really was at my mercy forever and ever.
“I love you,” I said.
He kissed my hair. “Of course you do, little mate.”
Offended, I gasped. “What do you mean, ‘of course you do’? You conceited—”
His chest shook. Was the winged jerk laughing at me after I said I loved him? I scowled.
“A dragon knows these things, Elena. Our senses are quite keen. Also…” He nuzzled my ear. “You said so already twice tonight when you came.”
I pressed my lips together. “Oh.”
“Please do not pout, my love.” He chuckled. “I am happy to hear you say it. You may say it as many as ten to twenty times a day if you wish. I doubt I will tire of hearing it.”
With a wry smile, I turned so I could see his glowing eyes. “I may go back to hating you.”
He kissed my brow. “I am told I am annoyingly irresistible, even when I am mildly to moderately hated.”
“I take it back,” I huffed. “You are a very unlikeable dragon.”
His hand slid down my abdomen and his fingertip rubbed my clit. I whimpered.
“I must dedicate myself to finding a way back into your good graces, then,” he murmured into my ear as he guided my leg back to hook over his to give him better access—and give us both a better view of my pussy stretched around the base of his cock.
“A few more orgasms should do the trick, I think,” he mused.
“A sound hypothesis,” I gasped as he circled my clit. “But further research is definitely required to test its plausibility.”
“Good.” He bit my earlobe. “I will measure the success of my research by the number of times you scream my name and how frequently the ground moves beneath us. Shall we begin?”