Chapter 19 #2
It was as long as he was tall, or nearly so, and a little rougher in texture than the rest of his skin.
I loved how thick it was where it emerged from the base of his spine and how it tapered to just a few inches just above the dark red tip.
And the frills than ran down its length moved like waves as the sunlight shone through them, making them appear to glow orange.
I opened my mouth and let him slip the tip of his tail between my lips. It was almost the same thickness as his beautiful cock and it thrummed. Oh, gods.
I licked the tip and swirled my tongue around it. He groaned. It tasted like him too—but smokier and richer.
Ardruc caressed my cheek with one hand and gripped his cock with the other. “Bite my tail, little mate. Do not be gentle.”
Carefully, I bit him. He rumbled. “Harder.”
With a moan, I sank my teeth deeper into his tough, scaly skin. A shudder ran through his body.
“Yes,” he growled. His hand glided up and down his glistening, dripping cock. “You called me dragon when you came just now. Did you know?”
I shook my head, my lips tight around his tail.
“You called me your mate. Your dragon. In your release, you called for me.” He inched forward until the head of his cock was right above my face. I moaned around his tail, my mouth watering.
He gripped my chin. “Little mate, your mouth is so perfect.” Another slow, deliberate stroke, and precum dripped onto my chin. “Everything about you is perfect, especially your orgasms. I will live for your orgasms, I think. I will live to hear you scream my name.”
I could be on board with that too.
More slow strokes, more drips down my chin and on my face. I sucked and bit his tail desperately now because I wanted to be touching myself, or for him to be touching me or inside me, and my pussy was dripping and untouched.
Gods above, these torments were as arousing as imagining his tail or cock inside me and the way he stroked himself.
When he withdrew his tail from my mouth, I whimpered and raised my hips in a desperate plea.
Instead of filling me, he leaned over and brought the tip of his cock close to my lips. “Would you like a taste, little mate?”
I wanted more than a taste, but a taste would do to start. “Yes, please.”
As he stroked himself, a drop of precum gathered on the tip of his beautiful, thick cock, glistening in the sun. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. “Hold out your tongue.”
Whimpering with need, I squeezed my thighs together and obeyed.
“Beautiful Elena,” he growled.
His precum, mixed with the lubrication that beaded from his cock, dripped onto my tongue. He tasted just as I’d imagined: salty, earthy, smoky, and almost electric.
I started to close my mouth and swallow, but he shook his head. “No, I want to give you more.”
My pussy clenched desperately. I had played with other lovers, dominating some and letting others dominate me to varying degrees, but I’d never wanted someone to dominate me completely until now.
I kept my mouth open and tongue out, waiting for more.
Ardruc stroked his cock and dripped precum onto my tongue, into my mouth, onto my chin and lips and cheeks. I whimpered every time a drop didn’t hit my tongue, and whimpered more when I had to fight to not disobey and give in to the growing need to close my mouth and swallow.
Ardruc smiled at me with his sharp teeth. “Little mate, you obey me so well,” he said, and now his voice was deep and primal again. “Keep your mouth open and tongue out.”
He spread his wings. I shivered hard with arousal.
He stroked himself faster, his abdominal muscles rippling and wings stretching as far as they would go. He was magnificent. My whimpers and gurgles turned desperate.
His tail curled around my right calf and tugged. “Open your legs.”
Trembling and moaning, I did.
The quivering tip of his tail trailed up my leg, along my inner thigh, and delved along my slit until it found my clit and vibrated against it. I cried out and almost closed my mouth, but he grabbed my mouth and held it open with a gentle but firm grip on my jaw.
“No, no, little mate,” he grated. “Mouth open and tongue out. You are going to taste my cum as you come.”
My pussy gushed at his promise. His tail abandoned my aching clit and slid lower. I raised my hips, desperate for penetration.
His chest was heaving now. The drips from his cock became rivulets that ran over his fingers and splattered my face. His balls tightened.
“Give me your tail,” I said, or tried to say. The words were indistinct because he was holding my mouth open.
His tail plunged into my pussy, quivering and vibrating, and found my G-spot perfectly on the first try. My cry was garbled.
I orgasmed impossibly quickly, desperately, and violently on Ardruc’s tail.
Ardruc came moments later with bellows and roars, his head thrown back, body shuddering, and wings wide. Massive spurts of gleaming cum jetted over my tongue, down my throat, across my face, and into the air. He tasted so good: sweet and wonderfully smoky, with notes of spices and petrichor.
His chest heaving, he looked over his shoulder, where his tail was buried in my quivering, dripping pussy. Then he turned back to admire the mess he’d made with his cum—and my mouth, still open, still waiting.
“My mate,” he rasped, caressing my face. He scooped up a streak of cum and placed it on my tongue. “Do I taste as good to you as you do to me?”
Unable to speak, I nodded.
“Not possible,” he said, and fed me more. “You taste like the heavens, little mate.” He stroked my cheek. “Would you like to swallow now?”
I nodded again.
He moved down my body enough that he could bend over and kiss my brow.
“Go ahead,” he murmured into my ear as he released my jaw. “Let me see you swallow it all like a good little mate.”
I swallowed. I licked my lips too, then opened my mouth to show him that I’d swallowed all the cum he’d given me.
“Good girl.” He caressed my lips, his touch light as a feather, and eased his tail out of my pussy. I whimpered at the loss. “You deserve a reward. Would you like to take my cock now?”
My eyes widened. “So soon?”
Indeed, between us his cock remained hard and ready. And though I’d already come several times, I wanted it. I wanted it desperately.
“I will always be insatiable for you.” He dipped his head and closed his teeth on my shoulder again—harder than before. Hard enough to hurt. I moaned.
“I need your sweet little pussy, Elena,” he rasped into my ear. “I need your greedy little mouth. I need your exquisite little ass. I need to take you in all the ways a dragon man can take his mate, again and again. Every cell in my body needs you.”
Well, that was the very definition of a mating frenzy, though he seemed more in control now after he’d come.
And more than that, this was Ardruc here with me, a beautiful, insatiable Fortusian male who, at the urging of his mate, had finally managed to get out of his head and let his instincts and body guide him.
Every instinct in his body wanted me, Elena Regis, a mycologist with a robust academic record, a host of discoveries and accolades, a long list of casual and short-term liaisons, and no experience being the center of anyone’s universe.
Ardruc cupped my face. “I like having you at my mercy,” he said, his gaze on mine. “It is a side of myself I did not know I had.”
“I like this side of you.” I turned my head to kiss his palm and then bit the fleshy part below his thumb. “I like being dominated by my dragon mate. I want more of this.”
His cock leapt in eagerness.
“I want to chase you through the forest,” he said, and I moaned. “I want you to run. When I catch you, I will take you in every way. First in your mouth, then in your pussy, and then your ass. I am a predator. I want to chase.”
Ardruc bent to sniff my throat like a beast scenting its prey. I quivered.
“How much of a head start should I give you, little mate?” he rumbled.
Gods above, I wasn’t prey, but I wanted to be chased. “Fifteen minutes,” I croaked.
“Fifteen minutes it is. We will go first to your apartment so you can dress, and then we will go to the forest.” He glanced over his shoulder.
“As much as I desire to continue to take you in full view of these recording devices, the forest calls to us both. We will keep the recordings for our own private enjoyment.”
My eyes widened. I’d forgotten all about the recordings we’d made of the tendrils and that we’d left the equipment running during and after our flight.
I’d just climaxed repeatedly on the tongue, fingers, and tail of Dr. Ardruc Husiorithae, Nova Cal’s highly esteemed director of research, and then quite happily let him come all over my face, and it was all recorded. And much to my astonishment, I liked that. A lot.
Hmm…I might be a bit of an exhibitionist as well as happily submissive to my dragon mate.
Well, the life of a scientist was a life of discovery—even about oneself.