Chapter 20 #2
She smiled, almost preening at my praise, and licked her lips. “Thank you, my dragon. May I clean your cock?”
Gods above. My hand trembling, I held it out for her. “You may.”
On her hands and knees, she set to work immediately, licking up every drip as I quaked. When she finished, I wiped the cum from her face and fed it to her.
“What a good little mate you are,” I cooed as she sucked my fingers and then bit them. “You deserve another reward. Does your sweet pussy need attention?”
“Yes,” she said with a whimper. “Please, dragon. I need you to fill my pussy.”
“Lie down, then, little mate,” I said, caressing her lower lip with my thumb. “Spread your legs and show me your pretty pussy.”
With another whimper, she obeyed, her arms extended over her head without being told. Her slickness had dripped down her thighs until they gleamed, and her clit peeked from her folds, begging for my attentions.
“Your sweet pussy is very needful,” I observed, on my hands and knees between her thighs. “But how well will it take my cock, little mate?”
She moaned. “I’ll take your cock so well, my dragon.” Her hand moved toward her swollen clit. “Please…”
“No, you cannot touch yourself,” I said sharply, and she whimpered. “Today, your pleasure is mine to give.”
Slowly, savoring every sensation, I ran my hands up her thighs, sliding my palms over the silky liquid that had dripped from her pussy. Making her wait so long for her own release had gifted me an abundance of slickness.
She trembled almost violently as I pushed her thighs up and even more open until every detail of her beautiful, glistening pink folds were bared to my sight.
“I think you will take my cock very well,” I said. “But first, you must come on my fingers a few times so you can take me.”
“Please,” she begged. “Please, dragon, make me come.”
I rubbed two fingertips over her folds, spreading her open, admiring how beautifully she whimpered and dripped for me. She was so desperately aroused, she would come quickly the first two times.
I was right. The moment I dipped my fingertips inside her and circled my thumb over her clit, she came.
Beautiful and perfect, she wailed and gushed, drenching my hand in a release that smelled as sweet and pure as the heavens.
I wanted nothing more than to sheath myself in my mate and make her come again and again on my cock before I filled her pussy with my cum. But she was tight around my fingers and not ready for me yet.
As her first orgasm waned, I pumped my fingers into her, spreading them steadily until she began to ride my hand.
“Yes, like that, little mate,” I coaxed. “Take your pleasure.”
I curled my fingertips inside her, seeking that soft place that wrenched a guttural sound from her throat. Then I added a third finger and stroked her deliberately until she began to scream.
“Come on my hand again, beautiful Elena,” I said. “Come for me.”
This orgasm was even more powerful than the first. She was nearly sobbing as she broke, and I caught the words Ardruc and dragon in the torrent of sounds she made as she came.
I had thought my lat’sar made the finest music in the galaxy, but I had been wrong. My Elena’s cries were the most beautiful music in existence.
She was still tight around my fingers, but my patience was at an end. On my knees, I scooped her shuddering body up in my arms and held her to my chest.
“It is time to take your dragon’s cock,” I said, my lips on her hair as she gasped into the side of my neck. “Show me how well you can take me, little mate.”
“Yes,” she breathed, reaching between us to wrap her hand around my cock and position herself over its head. “It’s so big. Gods, Ardruc.”
She lowered herself onto me as I marveled at her beauty, her scents, at the way she bit her lip and gasped for air and focused on aligning the head of my cock with her pussy, so perfectly wet and dripping with her own releases and her need.
I wanted to remember every detail of this moment for all my days and take it with me into eternity.
When my little mate took the head of my cock into herself, my bellow and her cry blended and filled the forest.
“Ardruc,” she whispered, her hand on the back of my neck and her nails digging into my flesh.
I was beginning to understand the difference between when she called me Ardruc and when I was Dragon.
“Elena.” I ran my fingers through her hair and held her so I could gaze into her eyes. For all my desire to command and take her, she needed me to be patient and gentle now. “Take me as you will, my lovely mate. My body was made to fit into yours.”
She rested her forehead against my shoulder and panted.
Keeping still took every ounce of my willpower, but I would not hurt my mate for all the world.
I held her steady and let her roll her hips to take me an inch at a time. She cried out with every little movement, with every ridge, nub, and vein of my cock that stroked into her. She even fell against me, the words too big, Ardruc, and please muffled by my chest.
When she had taken me halfway, I held her to my chest and rolled gently forward to place her on her back in the grass.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed my forearms. “Yes,” she breathed. “I’m ready.”
I covered her body with mine and thrust, taking inches more of her each time. She was so tight, so wet, so wonderful, so perfect. Her screams of pleasure rang in my ears.
She dug her nails into my shoulders and down my arms, blending pain with pleasure. I wanted her to draw blood—to mark me all over, to stake her claim on me for all to see. I wanted to be Elena’s dragon from now until my last breath.
When I reached her body’s limit and she could take no more of my cock, I withdrew completely and plunged into her again, and again, and again, bellowing and roaring as smoke poured from my nostrils and my tail whipped through the air.
She threw her head back and screamed, the sound guttural and pure ecstasy. Her orgasm ripped through her with such force that she bucked against me, her back arching. Her pussy squeezed and fluttered around my cock, and nothing had ever, ever felt so good.
With a snarl, I withdrew, flipped her over, moved her to her knees, and thrust into her from behind as she clawed into the ground. Her cries and pleading for more were endless.
This time when my mate came, her release rolled powerfully through her entire body, through the soil, through me, and through the forest as a kind of shockwave. The ground, the trees, the leaves, the mosses, the mushrooms and lichen…everything around us seemed to heave and thrum.
The wave swept back through us and carried me over the edge.
With a bellow, I wrapped my arm around my mate’s waist to hold her to me and came in spurts that wracked my body more forcefully than any ever before in my life. The world around us pulsed along with us.
“Dragon,” Elena wailed. “Dragon, I’m coming.”
I filled my mate’s beautiful pussy as she orgasmed around me. Streams of hot cum overflowed from her and ran down our thighs.
I dipped the tip of my tail into the cum, swirled it around my mate’s fluttering asshole, and slipped it inside. Her wail sent a pulse through me and out into the forest.
“Yes,” she gasped, her back arching. “Yes, take me in every way, dragon. Take me now.”
My vibrating tail tip delved deeper inside her. With guttural cries, she pleasured herself on my tail and my half-hard cock. I could not discern between her ecstasy and my own, or the movement of our own bodies and the planet’s heaving and pulsing around us.
My mate, my mate. My body sang of her. The soil, the forest, the air, even the planet sang of her. My beautiful, brilliant, perfect mate.
My tail sank deeper into her, stretching her, pleasuring her, driving her to absolute wildness.
A ripple of something powerful and intensely erotic ran through my body, down the length of my tail, and pulsed in its tip. Elena moaned and thrashed beneath me.
Then another ripple, more powerful than the first. And another.
Then more, one after the other, pulsing through me in waves, every one of them making me quake and drawing spasms and screams of ecstasy from my mate that felt and sounded for all the world like she was experiencing back-to-back orgasms.
Nearly convulsing with the force of these pulses, I bent almost double, helpless as my body hurtled us toward something new—some aspect of my physiology I somehow knew had been unlocked by making love to my mate.
“Elena,” I rasped. “Elena. Elena.”
I shuddered violently, pitching us forward. We landed face-down in the rich forest soil.
I rolled us to our side immediately, afraid of crushing Elena beneath my weight, and wrapped my arms around her to hold her tightly as the pulse rose to an impossible crescendo—and broke.
Together, with a hoarse bellow and a beautiful scream, we plunged headlong into a shared orgasm so powerful that everything faded.
I lost all sense of self and place. Ecstasy and the joy of my mate was all I knew for a very long time. Nothing else mattered except that I was her home, her anchor, her partner, her mate, and she was all of those things to me and infinitely more.
When awareness returned, the afternoon light was waning.
I found myself curled around my mate on thick, fragrant moss that had grown from the forest floor to provide us with a soft bed.
My cock and tail still nestled comfortably inside her, and my wing covered us to keep her warm and safe.
The crown of her head was tucked under my chin.
Her long hair was full of leaves and bits of moss and she smelled of forest and me.
Her breathing, like mine, was slow and even.
We might have lain like this for a very long time, but I felt no discomfort—only satisfaction. And my mating frenzy seemed to have eased, at least for now. My head was clear and my desire for her was very present but not all-consuming.
“Elena,” I murmured.