Chapter 23 Lust
Lust
Ansel
I was flying again. This time, there were no mountains, only the blurry white of the bedsheet and small flickers of light dancing in front of my eyes. On my knees, bent over and exposed, I flew like a fucking rocket.
I was so full. Pascal pumped inside my guts, huge, pushing my organs aside, but it didn’t hurt at all. My hole was stretched around him, gaping like a damned crater. He massaged the inner walls, sending waves upon waves of orgasmic delight flaring out into my entire body.
Sex was amazing. No wonder people went bonkers because of it, having too much or too little. I never wanted to stop, but Pascal’s rhythm faltered, and then he let out a pained groan.
His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, and his cock jolted inside me.
His cum.
The awareness set me off again—Pascal was pouring his release into me. I was coming around him, my ass sucking the seed out of him, and we were flying together.
Fractured ideas flashed through my head while my body soared.
About what he’d said, being my first and my last. That I belonged to him now.
That I wasn’t a virgin anymore. He’d taken me.
Claimed me. My dragon. His cum was filling me.
I hoped there was a lot of it. Like when he’d come on my face and into my mouth and I could barely swallow it all.
Now it was filling my guts in spurts. I tried to feel it. Find it inside me.
Lord, I’m full. I’m so full. Yes. More. God, I love this.
Pascal laid us to the side and cuddled me to his chest. With my nerve endings buzzing, I couldn’t move of my own volition. He stayed in me, and I loved that.
This is what a bond means. Being tied together so completely, I feel him reaching into my heart.
My lips tingled, but I managed not to slur. “I did it. I seduced you.”
He chuckled. “Ansel, you own me. I’m just your lowly serf for the rest of my life.”
“Good. I like that.”
“Of course you do.” He got serious. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh. It was…is…great.” I wiggled carefully, testing the weight of him inside me.
Then I reached down to touch the base of his cock.
Maybe a little more than half of him was in me.
But if we fucked often enough, I’d be able to take him, right?
“We’ll be doing this a lot. I want you to stretch me so you can fuck me to the root. ”
Pascal groaned and pressed his forehead against my temple. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“But you like it?” I tried to clench around him, and he hissed. It amazed me how much power I had over him. I’d always assumed that sex would make me feel helpless and somehow inferior, like those omegas I’d seen being used and humiliated in porn. But with Pascal, I felt invincible.
My big, dangerous alpha, my dragon…
“I love you, Ansel.”
I stopped breathing. Everything came into sharp focus—Pascal’s hands on me, his cock in me, the cum leaking out, his lips on my cheek. His breath fanning my face.
My sex haze cleared because this was more important.
Pascal meant it.
And I couldn’t come up with anything to lighten the moment. We’d just made love for the first time, and it would change me.
Exhaling slowly, I let his words settle in my heart. Then I put my hand on his cheek, stroking him soothingly.
“You feel so good in me, Pascal,” I whispered. “Like you belong. I’m in love with you.”
He tightened his arms around me, then we lay there until he softened and slipped out of me.
The sex seemed to have restarted something in my mind. I was in a great mood, energized but relaxed, and just plain happy. We made sandwiches as late-night snacks and ate them on the terrace.
We sat wrapped in blankets on Pascal’s patio chairs.
One couldn’t see any stars above Ardaine, not even when the sky was clear.
The city’s glow outshone everything. The skyline glimmered, and I wondered about those two and a half million people out there.
How many of them were dragons? How many humans knew about them?
Were there any other creatures living in hiding?
I glanced at Pascal, about to ask him, but his expression caught me off guard. He looked tense, pleading, his glittering eyes pinned on me, and his sandwich half-eaten on a plate in his lap.
“Pascal, I’m fine, I promise.”
He smiled self-deprecatingly and looked down at his food. “Sorry.”
“You have to start believing me when I tell you something.”
“It’s not about lack of trust.”
“What then?”
“I guess I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“You’re afraid I’ll freak out? I think I would have already.”
He sighed and glanced at the city in front of us. “I keep switching between bliss and fear, I guess. I might be afraid to be happy.”
“That’s inconvenient. I’m very happy right now, and I’d like to share that with you.” I kept my tone playful, but Pascal looked contrite.
I put my empty plate on the tiled floor and reached for his hand.
“This evening has been magical. This entire week. I don’t regret a thing, and I don’t see that I ever will.”
He met my gaze, and his chest expanded with a deep breath. “And physically? How are you feeling?”
Was there a way to describe it? “Amazing. The sex was…perfect. I’m not sore or anything, not even a little bit. Just relaxed and low-key horny.”
Pascal chuckled. “That seems to be a constant state for us.”
“Yes. I like it.”
“Okay.” He picked up his sandwich again and ate it with his left hand, holding mine with his right.
Maybe I could distract him. “Can I ask some questions?”
“Of course.”
“About the dragons.”
He chewed and swallowed. “Sure.”
“And you’ll answer them all?”
“I will.”
“Last time you said you couldn’t. What changed?”
“You’re part of the secret now, Ansel.”
That I was. Huh. And wasn’t that just marvelous?
We talked until late. Pascal told me stories and anecdotes from dragon history, about how the Chinese dragons were based on a species of shifter that had disappeared around the fifth century, that the first Godzilla movie was a secret shifter joke, and that the director was a dragon mate.
He explained about different colors, sizes, horns, and talons, and the differences between various dragon nations.
He told me about his brothers and their mates.
His parents met when his dad worked as a park ranger and his omega papa went camping with some college friends.
Two bears had wandered into the camping ground, and the friends had called for help, but before his dad arrived, his papa had chased the bears away, banging a couple of cooking pots together.
He told me about the dragon families in Ardaine, about Davidson and Leonard, the Bracknells, and about Governor Figueroa and his mate who was the AUC president. Pascal’s closest friend in Ardaine was his colleague Hugo, a physicist and a dragon alpha.
By the time we went to bed, he seemed to be in a better mood. He didn’t stare at me with the same worry as before.
Without having to talk about it, we got under the covers naked. I cuddled to his chest, told him again that I loved him, then he held me as I fell asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a pressure in my chest. I was lying on my stomach, Pascal’s hand possessively on my ass.
I didn’t want to wake him, but the sensations in my torso were becoming oppressive.
I turned to the side, and Pascal’s hand slid over my hip to my groin, his fingers bumping the base of my cock.
Focusing on my breathing, I inspected what was wrong. As soon as I changed position, it felt better. But something was off, and it wasn’t the sticky feeling between my ass cheeks because I didn’t mind that one bit. I palmed my right pec and sucked in a breath at how swollen it was.
It was happening. What Pascal had said about the…lactation.
I pinched my nipple out of curiosity. A sweet sensation flared from it, the ache immediately receding. So I pinched it again.
Oh wow.
The tip of my nipple felt cool. When I brushed over it, a drop of wetness clung to my fingertip.
“Ansel?”
He was awake.
His strong fingers found mine, then my pec…
“Ansel…”
He cupped it and hummed, kissing my neck.
“There’s this…tension,” I began, not knowing how to continue.
“Uncomfortable?”
“Only a little.”
“Can I help?”
“I don’t know. How?”
He turned me onto my back and brushed my lips with his. “Close your eyes.”
The room was dark, so it didn’t make much of a difference, but I obeyed.
The first lick over my nipple made me jolt, a flurry of tingles spreading through my chest. When Pascal sucked my pec into his mouth, I cried out.
In seconds, I was aroused, my ass leaking and cock throbbing. The tension in my pec got worse, bordering on pain, but I trusted Pascal.
He pulled rhythmically, dragging my nipple deep into his mouth.
Then something gave way.
“Oh…oh! Oh God!”
Desperate to make the glorious feeling last, I grabbed his head and held him to my chest. Liquid squirted out of me, through the oversensitive tip of my right nipple, and the sensation blew my mind.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as heat and ice and more heat chased each other through my torso.
My left nipple itched and tingled, a cool trickle of what must have been milk dribbling down over my ribs.
The strangest thing—it aroused me to the brink of insanity, but I didn’t want Pascal to fuck me. I just needed him to keep going.
“Suck the other one,” I blurted, surprising myself.
He let go with a pop and attacked my left nipple. Growling, he sucked hard and gulped down what my body gave him. He squeezed my right pec, and milk bubbled out.
And I came.
Like a freaking fountain.
Stuff poured out of me, my slick, my cum, the milk, and Pascal feasted on me, licking and sucking. He swiftly folded my legs to my chest and slurped up my slick, licked my cock, then sucked my nipples again. It felt dirty and glorious.
A sudden flare of yellow light blinded me. Pascal must have hit the switch by the bed.
“Want to look at you when I fuck you.”