Chapter 25 Heat
Heat
Ansel
Fed and sated, I sprawled on my back. Time held no meaning, but it seemed to be getting dark outside.
Pascal lay on his side next to me, propped up on his elbow.
He stroked my stomach, circled my belly button with his fingertips, and cupped my pecs one after another.
He brushed my nipples with his thumb and resumed rubbing my stomach.
In silence, he watched me, smiling softly, and I looked back.
We’d made love face to face, my legs over his shoulders, until we’d come together.
We’d thrust against each other, kissing and petting, until the knot went down.
Now we rested. Maybe we’d do it again soon, maybe we’d fall asleep and fuck in the morning…
Who had I been before I met Pascal? I could barely remember.
Relaxed like never before, I melted into the mattress and basked in his touches. My hole was loose and dripping with his cum, so I should probably shower but didn’t want to move.
“My little virgin is no more,” he whispered, glancing at me with a mischievous grin.
I giggled. “Professor Pembroke finds purity an archaic concept.” I faked his deep, serious tone, and he rolled his eyes, laughing. “I knew you got off on it!”
“What can I say? I’m a dirty old man. And I asked you not to call me professor.”
“Why?” I batted my eyelashes innocently. “It’s hot.”
“You’re dangerous.” He snorted, shaking his head. Then he raised one eyebrow. “Don’t you want to clean up?”
I bit my lip. “I like your cum in me.”
“Mmm. I like that too. Very much.”
Pascal leaned over and kissed my nipple, and I sighed, my eyes closing. He kissed and nipped, then sucked my milk. I drifted away, satisfied to the marrow of my bones.
The next heat wave woke me in the middle of the night. I begged Pascal to take me from behind. When he did, I clawed at the sheets, delirious with pleasure.
“Why do you want it like this?” Thrust. “Even your first time.” Thrust. Thrust. “Like an animal.”
I couldn’t speak.
Pascal paused and languorously rolled his hips, his cockhead massaging the mouth to my womb. My skin prickled all over my body.
“Why? Are you my little nympho, Ansel? My horny animal?”
“It was a fantasy.”
“Yes?” A long, slow thrust.
I whimpered. “A fantasy I had. Before.”
“You imagined us like this?”
I nodded into the pillow. “Uh-huh. It was hot.”
“How about I breed you like this as well, huh? Do you want that?”
Heat shot up my spine. I recalled the pictures in the flyer. The splash of cum in the omega’s womb.
“Yes! Please, Pascal. Please!”
Holding on to my waist, my alpha fucked me hard, his balls slapping against mine, slick splattering. Ecstasy made me mute. I couldn’t moan or shout anymore. I gasped for breath, locked in an endless chain of orgasms, my muscles quivering and nerve endings singing with joy.
I lost my sight. Awareness of time. I lost sensation in my hands and arms. My lower body alight, I only breathed.
I heard Pascal growl and snarl.
The orgasm imploded into a single spot in my middle. I froze, eyes squeezed shut and mouth screaming soundlessly. Then Pascal’s cock jerked in me, and I felt a tug, as if he was joined with my inner organs.
Because he is.
He was lodged in the channel to my womb. He’d fucked me open, and now he was coming into me, breeding me.
The awareness lasted only a second. Then all my thoughts drowned in absolute euphoria.
His knot grew, locking us together, but I must have passed out.
When I came to, I was lying on my side with Pascal spooning me. He stroked my stomach, which felt distorted.
I tried to stretch, but an instant orgasm shot through me.
Moaning, I shivered through it.
“Don’t move, love,” Pascal whispered. “We’re locked.”
Locked in breeding.
I waited for the pleasure to fizzle out, then took stock.
Pascal was in me all the way, his huge knot stretching me out. Deep satisfaction spread through my core, which I knew was his cum in my womb. Then there was the place where his cockhead sat lodged in my breeding channel. The delicious feeling lingered in there, my body poised, waiting for more.
I rocked back, and it shifted, sliding deeper just a tiny bit. I groaned with another sharp peak. Tendrils of the climax traveled down to my toes.
“Naughty boy,” Pascal rasped into my ear. “You should stay still. You’ll exhaust yourself.”
But I’d found the sweet spot. Just tiny little fucks, barely half an inch back and forth, slowly, even slower. I could stay in the breeding orgasm for minutes on end. I only had to breathe.
“Fuck, Ansel. Fucking hell. You just won’t listen.”
My inner muscles clenched, squeezing Pascal’s swollen cock.
“Punish me, Professor Pembroke?” I gasped the words. I was impressed with my ability to speak at all even as I was still climaxing.
“Little brat. You’ll make me come again.”
Pascal thrust hard, pressing the knot deep into me.
My eyes rolled into my head.
I managed to stay awake for a few more seconds, enough to feel him pulse. Then reality fell away.
My heat lasted only five days. Pascal said it was shorter for dragon mates but more intense. I had nothing to compare it to, but oh hell yes, it had been intense.
There were periods of time that I remembered only vaguely, as if I’d been drugged or drunk.
Other memories were incredibly sharp. Like when I’d sat on Pascal’s cock, locked with him, his cum in my womb.
Before he’d softened entirely, another heat wave had come.
He’d flipped us and thrust a few times before breeding and knotting me again.
I hadn’t known when one climax ended and another began.
I remembered lying curled up between his legs, suckling on his soft cock, half asleep.
I’d nursed him for what felt like hours.
Late at night, lost in our bubble, I would hold him to my chest and comb my fingers through his hair.
He’d make love to my nipples, kissing, biting, sucking, until my chest was flat.
We’d found a position where he could breed me and suck my milk at the same time.
I’d lie on my back, and he’d hold my ass in his lap.
Impaled all the way, I’d drift in and out of consciousness while he’d knot me with his lips wrapped around my nipple.
This morning, I’d thought I’d had the last wave because the latest one had lasted only a short while, and Pascal’s knot went down after a few minutes. But now the familiar warmth spread around my middle as I was soaking in the tub.
“Pascal!”
He burst into the bathroom just as I was drying up.
“One more?” he asked.
I nodded, and Pascal grinned.
“Come here.”
He scooped me up as I was, still wet from the bath. The towel fell to the tiled floor.
I held him around his neck as he carried me to bed.
Nuzzling my face as he went, he murmured, “How do you want it?”
“Face to face. Want to kiss you.”
He reached between us, guiding his cock into me in an expert move while rolling me onto my back.
After these past few days, we’d become so skilled in this dance we moved in flawless harmony.
I hooked my arms under my knees, spreading myself open, while Pascal slowly thrust, filling me to the brim.
His cockhead nestled against the mouth to my womb, making us both moan into the kiss.
“I thought it was over,” he whispered.
“I’m glad it’s not.”
Because after this, I wouldn’t go into heat for another two years.
I’d miss the rush, the complete and senseless joy, even the fainting. During the heat, I’d thought of nothing and no one but Pascal. I’d immersed myself in his love and all the pleasure. I wasn’t ready yet to face the outside world.
“Go slow. Want to savor you.”
Brushing his lips against mine, he pulled out to the tip and gently glided back into me. He stilled, nestled in me, and licked into my mouth. The kiss went on, deep and filthy, while we rocked, fused together.
He wouldn’t be able to breed me anymore, that part was over, but the pressure on the mouth to my womb made me soar anyway. I came like that, barely moving. My alpha became the center of my universe.
The climax simmered, making me shiver.
Pascal began thrusting, slowly but forcefully. I might have disintegrated around him, but when his knot grew in me, everything came into focus.
I cradled his beautiful face in my hands and look into his eyes as his pupils grew thinner and the gold in his irises flared.
“My dragon.”
I wasn’t sure if I said it out loud.
Pascal seemed to fall into me, and I gathered him close, holding him to my heart as he shook and moaned.
“My alpha. I love you, Pascal.”
That I did say.
He took deep breaths, his nose buried in the crook of my neck, and he clutched me to him by my ass cheeks. His knot throbbed inside me.
“Ansel…”
For a long while, I lay there, soaking up all the love.
My heat was ending, but we’d only just begun.