Epilogue #2
My hand flew over my shaft of its own volition, and my cum stained Ernest’s torso.
He scooped it up and licked his fingers.
On instinct, I searched for the right angle, leaning back and slamming my ass down harder.
The aching spot deep up my hole yearned for pressure, and when Ernest’s cockhead hit it, pleasure surged in my core, spilling into my limbs.
I fumbled for Ernest’s thighs, bracing myself so I wouldn’t fall off.
Over and over, I thrust down as hard as I could, single-minded need driving me crazy.
Every orgasm only heightened it, bringing next to no relief, only want, and greater want, until I felt all hollow.
Sweat poured down my skin in rivulets, but I couldn’t stop. I needed more, harder, deeper, again...
“Please, Ernest. Please…” I heard myself beg, bouncing up and down uncontrollably, my legs shaking.
In my needy haze, I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on with my mate.
I froze when I saw.
Ernest’s eyes glowed golden, his face contorted in a snarl.
He clutched the bedding, his knuckles white as if he was holding himself back.
His teeth lengthened and his blood-red tongue peeked out.
Growling and arching up, he lifted me off the bed.
He grabbed my hips and sharp claws grew out of his fingers where he held me, stinging my skin.
Oh wow. Fiery lust flooded my brain. I could have been afraid, but it felt right. My mate was changing for me. For me.
Holding me impaled, he rose onto his knees, and my shoulders hit the mattress.
The thorns grew out of his head. They framed his temples, black and shimmering.
When he blinked, his pupils were thin slits, his eyes bright yellow with a ribbon of blue around the enlarged irises.
His shoulders seemed to widen, the muscles on his arms bulging, and he loomed above me, larger than life.
The shape of his cock grew in me. Not the knot, no.
His erection lengthened inside me, reaching deep, filling me up until my chest felt tight.
The swift spike of fear only made me hornier.
Ernest’s dick now put pressure where I needed it the most, at the entrance to my womb, and I craved it even deeper.
I wanted to be pierced and ravaged, torn and beaten on the inside, and only my beast of a mate could give me that.
Poised on the precipice, shivering, I held the dragon’s gaze.
“Do it,” I rasped.
Grunting, Ernest pulled on my hips and thrust just once, and I wailed. His cockhead tore into the channel to my womb, and my immediate orgasm got almost painful in its intensity.
Maybe it was a dream?
Ernest looked feral as he fucked into me, burrowing as deep as he’d ever been before, and I got locked in a state of stunned euphoria.
The ache was gone. This was what I’d needed.
Ernest’s cockhead pummeled my core, the ridges dragged through the tight channel to my womb, and my climax spiraled outward in waves.
He roared, half human, half dragon, and the first splash of his cum hit the tissue inside my womb.
Sheer, unadulterated ecstasy. Wide-eyed, I stared at my beautiful mate as he bred my needy body, filling me with joy and life.
His knot swelled, sending another bout of pleasure through me on top of the already devastating orgasm, and I might have laughed out loud amidst all the moaning and keening.
His thrusts got slower and shorter, and his chest rumbled with low beastly purrs while his knot pulsated, pumping more cum into my womb.
I lost track of time. It could have been a few minutes or an hour, but we were still coming. My insides contracted around the perfect shape of his swollen cock, and from time to time, his cockhead twitched, releasing another spurt of seed.
When the boiling lust cooled a little, Ernest sat on his haunches, bringing me with him.
He was shaking, blinking wildly, frantically licking around his elongated teeth.
I hugged his shoulders, realizing just how big he was in this state, my heated brain wanting nothing more than to worship my monster of a mate.
“Lawrie… Ss… Sorry…”
I was thrilled, my guts still buzzing with the greatest pleasure I’d ever experienced. The last thing I wanted was an apology. I ran my hands along the thorns coming out of his skull. There were seven on each side of his head, in varying sizes, and looked magical.
“You’re beautiful.”
I kissed him. Ernest gasped, and I brushed his sharp teeth with my lips.
“I didn’t mean to…” he began, but I hushed him with another kiss.
“Beautiful.” Another kiss to his cheek and one more to his jaw. “I need this. And the dragon knows. You always give me what I need. I love you, Ernest.”
I rocked in his lap, savoring Ernest’s immense cock lodged in me, and Ernest hissed.
“You’re bleeding.”
I glanced down at my hip and thigh, covered in shallow scratches with a few small drops of blood. “The stinging feels delicious.”
“I hurt you,” he whispered.
“I’ve never felt better, Ernest.” To prove my point, I began riding him slowly, gently, and Ernest groaned, clutching me to him.
His claws brushed my back, tantalizing and deeply erotic.
My guts were full of him—his knot, his long shaft, and the bulging cockhead, all of his cum churning in my womb—and I could already feel another wave of lust rising.
I kissed along his jaw and stroked the thorns at his temples while he cupped my ass, helping me thrust. I’d never felt smaller or more fragile, but the knowledge he could so easily break me only spurred me on.
I rose on my knees as much as the knot allowed and flopped down.
An electric current ran up my spine, and I threw my head back.
Holy shit! His cockhead must have kissed the tissue inside my womb, creating the most extreme orgasmic sensation on earth.
I swiveled my hips, eager to feel it again.
Like a lightning into the pleasure center of my brain.
“Ernest. Mine. You’re…augh! Mine.”
Oh God. Could orgasms kill?
Once more. Again.
“Mine.”
Except I couldn’t manage more than a few thrusts.
Dark spots and flickering lights danced on the back of my eyelids, and I lost sensation in my extremities.
My womb felt hot and cool at the same time, tendrils of sheer ecstasy swirled and tangled in my middle, and I felt so profoundly and gloriously full.
The magic caressed me on the inside, licked the exposed tissue, and seeped into me. It changed me. I felt it distinctly. The dragon claimed my body, and for a split second, I glimpsed the incredible enormity of the universe and all the yet undiscovered life within.
I wasn’t a mere human anymore. The magic took root in my core.
Overstimulated, I melted in Ernest’s arms, unable to move a single muscle. Ernest massaged my ass cheeks, and ever so slowly, I felt him shift back to his human form around and inside me while my nerve endings stopped buzzing.
Ernest moved us around on the bed and leaned with his back against the headboard so I could rest in his lap, knotted. My body got heavy, deep satisfaction making me sleepy.
We did it. I’ll have a kid.
In my mind, I envisioned the place where the crown of Ernest’s cock rested lodged inside me.
I remembered the drawing from the book on mating and visualized the cum.
I could feel it—the delightful fullness and profound contentment.
I kissed Ernest’s pectoral and nuzzled his warm skin.
He sighed, and when I lifted my head to give him one more kiss, his eyes were back to normal and his thorns gone. I smiled up at him.
“Can you control it?” I asked.
“I…couldn’t earlier. But maybe. Now that I know how it feels, I could try keeping it at bay.”
“Uh, no. I didn’t mean that. Can you make it happen when we want?”
He groaned, slightly exasperated. “Half-shifted sex is considered…inappropriate.”
I squinted. “Oh really? So there are prudes even among dragon folk. Good to know.”
“You really liked it?”
“It was incredible, Ernest. And I think my body begged for it. Your dragon felt it and did what I needed him to do. It felt good for you, too?”
“It scared me at first, but yeah. It felt amazing.”
“Then we can keep doing it?”
“I…guess.” He seemed unsure, a little freaked out, which was infinitely cute.
I rested my head back on his chest, and he combed his fingers through my hair.
“Ernest.”
“Yes, my love?”
“I’m pregnant, aren’t I?”
“Well, technically, the cells won’t start—”
“Shh. Don’t ruin it.”
“Yes, my love. You’ll have our baby.” He kissed the top of my head. “I can’t wait for you to start showing.”
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Ernest
- Five months later -
To my great joy, Lawrie seemed to revel in the pregnancy.
He was constantly in a good mood, and even when he got tired, he had this contented, serene expression on his face.
I couldn’t get enough of him. My dragon gravitated to him, urging me to keep touching him, petting, and guarding him.
I took great pleasure in cooking for him and watching him eat or even feeding him.
Luckily, Lawrie seemed to enjoy my constant hovering.
We’d had a tough month at work with the Longwang 2.
0 project in the final phase. We’d traveled to the East Coast for additional test flights with the Coast Guard and slept at two different hotels during the week.
With Davidson breathing down my neck, I had to stay behind for one more day while Lawrie was needed at the office.
I loathed being away from Lawrie—I’d barely slept the one night I’d spent alone.
Now it was Friday night, and we were finally at home. Hungry and too tired to cook, we shared a pizza for dinner.
“How about I shower before dessert?” Lawrie suggested coyly, making me grin.