There’s Something About Dragons (How I Met My Monster)

Chapter 22

Cari

I can’t believe this is happening. All this time, I’ve been worried that Zed was going to ghost me, and he’s actually my mate . I have a dragon that’s mine.

It’s a fantasy I’ve never allowed myself, that I might ever have his heart. I’ve restricted my fantasies to dragon cocks , and I have two of those in my hands now: thick, pulsing, and leaking hot pre-cum over my hand. And the way his tail wraps around me and explores my body is almost like another lover, curious and demanding.

I circle the head of his cock around my clit. His skin is hot to the touch, the scales smooth and hard but so sensitive. He groans every time I bring his cock near my entrance, bucking his hips up.

“You want inside?” I tease, denying him again. He feels so good against my clit that I don’t want to stop.

“Yesss,” he hisses through his teeth, a wisp of smoke curling from his nostrils as his claws prick into my skin. He tries to work my hips down to take his cock, but I dodge it again, biting my lip as I chase down my orgasm.

“You gotta wait until I come.” It doesn’t take long. A few more grinds against his upper shaft, and my orgasm hits hard and fast, blowing through me like a windchime in a rainstorm.

When I pause to lick some of his salty, smoky pre-cum off my fingers, Zed growls, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine.

“Inside, Cari. Now.”

“I just wanted a little taste first.” I look up at him, and his golden eyes burn into mine, his fangs peeking out from his parted lips. He’s so beautiful in his half-shifted form, so powerful and primal.

“Then taste them,” he says, his voice a deep purr that vibrates through the air, making goosebumps raise on my arms.

Am I dreaming? Is he really mine?

I nod, eager to please him, eager to feel him fill me up in every way. I slide off his lap onto the floor so I can take the upper one into my mouth, sucking it like a popsicle, tasting our mixed flavors. Zed’s eyes roll back in his head, and he slides his fingers into my hair. His claws scrape delicately over my scalp as I bob up and down, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead bumping against the back of my throat.

I stroke the lower one in time with my mouth, feeling its more pronounced ridges pulse and swell in my palm. It’s so thick and long, it’s going to fill me up completely. The ribbed section at the base that will swell into his knot might be more than I can take, despite my years of practice with the silicone alternative.

My pussy is ambitious though, begging for the chance to try. I show him with my mouth, switching to his lower cock and swallowing it as deep as I can, wrapping my fist around the base to squeeze his knot. His thighs shake, and I can feel his balls tighten against my knuckles.

“Not yet, fuck.” He groans and pulls me away by my hair, then lifts me into his lap so I’m straddling him again. “I need to be inside you when I come. You ready for me?”

I nod, already squirming into position so I’m facing away from him, my back to his front and his lower cock notched against my entrance. I’m so wet now, I’m dripping all over him, and his upper cock slips easily against my crack like it’s a waterslide. Even so, I doubt my natural wetness is going to be enough to take him in my ass.

“Let me run to the bedroom for lube,” I suggest. I have some really slippery stuff that is great for my biggest toys.

“No need.” He holds my waist, pinning me to his lap as his chest heaves behind me. “Best lube is dragonseed. Helps you stretch and heal. I’m going to fill up this pussy with it and then we’ll see about that ass.”

Who knew my sweet, awkward, adorable dragon had such a filthy mouth?

“Can’t wait any more,” he says, guiding his lower cock into my pussy.

I was right…it’s a lot girthier than the one I took last time. It takes extra effort to get each ridge past my opening. But as I sink down on him, inch by inch, the feeling of him stretching me open is everything. Even uninflated, his knot tests my limits, and my lower belly bulges slightly when he’s fully seated.

I pull his hand around to press against it. “Feel that? That’s you.”

“Fuck,” he groans, holding my hips tight to his groin so he’s as deep as he can be. “You feel so godsdamned good, like your pussy was made to fit me.”

“Oh, it wasn’t made this way. I trained for this,” I giggle, feeling tipsier than I did at the gala.

“No,” he grunts, bouncing me in his lap so his cock lodges deep inside me to punctuate his words. “Made. For. Me. Mine. Mate. ” His voice slips into the deep, guttural tone that I know means his feral form is taking over.

I lean back and lift my arms to wrap around his neck. His arms band around my waist, crossing so he can cup my breasts. As he massages and squeezes them, he starts to thrust up into me, his movements powerful and sure.

Every ridge strokes my inner walls with unrelenting pressure. They strum my G-spot, and my pleasure quickly skyrockets. His feral growls and snarls just push me higher.

I’d thought my endless, easy orgasms our first time together might be a fluke, but apparently not, because it doesn’t take long for him to coax another one out of me. This one is slow and dreamy and goes on and on, making my whole body quiver in anticipation of Zed’s knot and how it’ll feel when it expands.

But just as that band of flesh starts to swell inside me, he pulls out and strokes himself to a finish, his jets of hot cum splashing over his hands and my belly and thighs.

As gloriously satisfying as that orgasm was, I feel cheated. I wanted that knot. I reach up behind me to tug on his horn. “Hey. You said you’d knot me.”

He hums affirmatively, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “We’d be stuck together for a few hours. I don’t want to wait that long to have both cocks inside you.”

Can’t argue with that logic. He scrapes a palmful of his cum off my belly with his left hand and motions for me to shift forward with the other. I lean, bracing my hands on his knees, still a little shaky. I jump when he applies it, even though it’s still warm from his body.

It’s thicker and slicker than my own lubrication, but beyond a slight tingle, I don’t notice any other special properties. But when he starts pushing it inside me, I can feel the benefits he mentioned.

With the help of his cum, I easily stretch to accommodate two of his thick fingers. It doesn’t numb the sensation at all, just takes away any of the discomfort that sometimes comes with initial penetration. It feels so naughty to sit like this, so spread out for his scrutiny while he’s knuckles-keep inside me.

“Is that all you got?” I wiggle back against his fingers, trying to take more and show off a little. He pulls them out to give me a swift, playful slap on the ass.

“No one would guess a good girl like you had such a demanding little brat inside,” he scolds, warmth in his tone as his hands knead my cheeks and spread me open.

“Sorry,” I chirp, not sorry at all.

In one rough, deliberate movement, he sinks his lower cock into my pussy that’s already stretched out and ready for him.

And then, oh god, he pushes the smaller cock into my ass. Like he promised, it slides in so easily, lubricated by our combined juices. The feeling of being filled in both holes is overwhelming. I’ve done this a thousand times with my toys, but none of them felt like this inside me, hot and alive and wanting .

Zed knows what I need. Or maybe what he needs is exactly what I want. Either way, he fucks me hard and fast, his cocks sliding in and out of me in tandem. My pussy clenches around his lower shaft, my ass tightening around the upper one. It’s a feeling of fullness that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, like he’s claiming every part of me.

I’m so wet with my own arousal and his cum that every stroke makes a loud, sloppy sound. I’d be embarrassed if Zed’s low grunts of satisfaction didn’t underpin it, making the noise filthy and delicious instead of silly.

His tail coils around my waist, pulling me back against him. The new posture changes our pace from deep thrusts to a slow grind. As he guides my movements, his claws dig into my skin just enough to remind me that he’s in charge. The pressure on my G-spot is incredible, and I can already feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within me.

I don’t want it to end, so I slow down a little, gliding on his cock instead of slamming down. His scales are warm and smooth against my back, his muscles rippling with every movement. I bend my neck to watch where his cock stretches me open, my pussy split by his huge girth.

He curves his body around mine to say in my ear, “Look at you, taking two dragon cocks like it’s nothing.”

“It’s everything,” I pant back, digging my heels into the sofa to bounce on him again. He feels so good. It’s everything I’ve always wanted. Still feels like a dream.

The new movement makes his breath whoosh out against my neck, and I can feel his heart racing in time with my own. His teeth graze my earlobe, and I shiver with excitement.

“Feel what you do to me?” Something thick and hot swells in my pussy. It’s his knot. He’s going to tie us together, to seal our fated bond. “Last chance to back out. Is this what you want?”

I turn my head to look into his eyes. and I know he’s going to claim me completely. I’m ready. I’m so ready. “It’s all I want. You’re all I want.”

The knot swells even more, forcing my legs apart slightly, and I feel it lock into place, expanding to the point that it can’t slide back out. Then he’s coming, filling me with his hot cum, making my stomach bulge even more. His tail slips down from my waist to rub against my clit, and I come with him, my body convulsing in pleasure as we reach our peak together.

My body clutches around him, and the knot swells even more. I know without trying that there’s no way for us to separate. We’ll be stuck like this for a while, my pussy clenched around his knot. I milk him for every drop he’s got, while the end of his tail tortures my poor, oversensitive clit until I beg him to stop.

Zed nuzzles his snout in my hair and strokes his hands down my arms. “No bratty comments now, huh?”

“Hm-mm.” If there was any brat in me to begin with, she’s long gone.