Chapter 28 My Forever #2
Holding my ass cheeks with both hands, I lifted my knees and pulled my crease apart. I imagined how I must look, the lace of the jockstrap framing my intimate parts.
“You’re tiny. Can you imagine being taken by a dragon for your first time? It’ll hurt.”
“I know. I’m ready.”
We’d played this game a few times, but it would never get old.
His chest heaved, and his hand on his dick stilled. With eyes pinned to my spread ass, he started changing.
I stopped breathing.
His skin darkened on his shoulders, and he seemed to grow, as if looming closer to me even as he remained in place. His shoulders widened and neck thickened. From his temples and forehead, thorns grew, framing his head. His cheekbones protruded and jaw sharpened.
And claws. His huge hands seemed even larger, and on each finger, he had a two-inch claw.
When his wings flapped, sending rose petals aflutter around us, I gasped.
He sniffed, his snake-like nostrils widening, and his reptilian eyes flashed with gold.
I was shivering.
“Are you afraid?” he asked, his voice deep and rumbling.
I shook my head. If anything, I was trembling with desire.
Was I crazy? Sick in the head?
No. I was a dragon mate. And Pascal was my dragon.
He’d never looked more like himself than he did now.
I forgot about the game we were supposed to play. It didn’t matter.
“I love you, Pascal. I want you.”
“Even like this?”
“Yes. More than anything.”
He took a step to the bed, filling the entire room. His wings spread above me like a canopy. They were dark brown with greenish streaks and black toward the tips.
“How do you feel when you’re like this?” I asked, eating him up with my eyes.
Pascal grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. “Invincible.”
Slowly, he began crawling onto the bed.
Fuck, his cock!
Huge, hard, ridged, with a bulging head. It looked darker and bigger than when he was fully human. Dangerous.
My ass leaked like a damned faucet.
Pascal ran a claw over the lace on my torso and circled a nipple.
“You’re beautiful, Ansel.”
“You too.”
Then he grabbed my hips and dragged me to him in a swift move that made me breathless. The next moment, he held me spread out by my ankles, and his cockhead was digging into me.
He took me. Half human, half dragon, he impaled me on his cock to the hilt.
I cried out with the sudden fullness, my chest tight and ass stretched to capacity. It felt like a fucking knot, except I wasn’t in heat.
He barely gave me any time to adjust—but I didn’t need any.
His beastly noises echoed through the room, drowning out my whimpers and yelps.
He moved like a machine, all the time staring down at me possessively with his golden eyes.
His oblong pupils narrowed, then widened into dark pools, and I could have drowned in them.
His cock drove in and out of me, all but turning me inside out on every thrust, pushing on the mouth to my womb. Violent. Raw. Way too big. Amazing.
“One day, I’ll breed you like this.”
I came screaming.
Pascal flipped me, manhandling me onto my knees, and took me from behind.
Eyes closed, mouth open, I moaned into the sheets.
Slick ran down my taint and balls. The jockstrap was soaked with cum. With the last shards of my sanity, I tucked it to the side, freeing my throbbing cock. But then my husband thrust harder, and I needed both arms to hold myself steady on my elbows and knees.
He curled over me, caging me in with his long limbs, his claws right by my face. His wings waved above us in time with the pumping thrusts in my guts.
“My tiny little omega.”
He sounded different, with dark, hissing undertones in his voice.
“My mate. So young and innocent.”
When he bit my shoulder, it hurt. He could easily draw blood with those teeth.
Maybe he had.
Oh, I’d like that…
“Come again. Squeeze my dick.”
It wouldn’t take long. When I was like this, open and slippery, horny after not having sex in a couple of days, I could come three or even five times in a row.
“Horny. Little. Virgin.”
That did it.
Pascal sped up, giving me short deep thrusts, surrounding me from all sides. Overfull, pinned to the bed, shaking and helpless, I flew in my mind.
I flew on a dragon.
I didn’t count orgasms. It wasn’t possible.
The pleasure rose and fell in waves for a long time, until I could barely hold myself on my knees.
I was about to spread-eagle on the mattress when Pascal gripped my waist, holding me steady as he all but drilled into me.
He wrangled one more climax out of my overloaded nervous system and snarled victoriously.
Throat raw, I gasped mutely as my husband doused my insides with cum.
It took me a while before I came back from the high. I was conscious, but dizzy and tingly. Lying on my side, I stretched on the bed and reached back to pet Pascal’s head where he tenderly kissed my ass cheeks. I encountered hard, smooth spikes.
Humming, I ran my fingers along one thorn, testing how sharp the tip was. Not very. I rolled, and Pascal scooted up the bed.
I took him in, the glorious, monstrous shape of his body.
“Do you mind staying like this for a while longer?”
His wing flexed when he shrugged, smiling softly.
“I like it. Up in Canada, I used to run like this sometimes.”
My eyes widened. “Really?” I imagined meeting a beast like him in the middle of the forest—would I be terrified or fascinated? Maybe both? Would I find him beautiful like I did now?
“It’s exhilarating,” he said. “Like being high on adrenaline but calm at the same time.”
“Why aren’t you in this form more often, then? At home, you can walk around like this all day. I don’t mind.”
He grinned. “I can see you don’t. But when the dragon is close to the surface, he wants to do stuff. Fly. Run.” He lowered his voice. “Fuck his mate through the mattress.”
“Like I said, I don’t mind in the least.”
“The sex feels even more intense when I’m like this.” He leaned in to kiss me. “But you know what the best thing is,” he murmured against my lips.
“Tell me.”
“How you look at me.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “What can I say? You’re hot.”
Running my hand down his chest, I opened my mouth to kiss him deeper. He tasted the same but felt different with how sharp his teeth were. His lips felt thinner and firm. And…oh! His tongue.
I moaned when he licked almost all the way into my throat.
After peeling the stained shirt and jockstrap off me, Pascal stretched on his back, wings spreading like a blanket on the bed.
I took my time, exploring my beautiful beast of an alpha.
I stroked and kissed his glorious muscles, memorizing every new detail.
I counted the spikes and thorns, then put my palm against his.
His clawed fingers were now twice as long as mine.
Then I lay between his legs and made love to his glorious cock with my mouth until he was hissing and bucking off the bed. He tore the sheet with his claws.
The second time we had sex was quiet and calm. I sat in his lap, and he gripped my ass, helping me move up and down on his cock. He wrapped his wings around me, and I leaned into them, marveling at the velvety texture.
We came together, kissing.
“Can you sleep like this?” I asked when we cuddled afterward.
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it. I might shift back when I fall asleep. Do you want me to stay like this?”
I cupped his jaw and searched his strange eyes. “Only if you’re comfortable.”
He tucked me to his immense torso and threw his black tail over my legs, curling the tip around my ankle. It was heavy and warm, thick like my arm. Then he kissed my forehead.
“I’m great,” he whispered.
Smiling, I closed my eyes. I dreamed of flying with Pascal under a star-studded sky.