Chapter 17 #2
I’d learned how this felt last time, but I still marveled when I couldn’t close my fingers around his thickness.
He also felt smoother than expected, given the fine texture of his scales.
My hand slid up and down his cock easily, feeling each ridge and bump of the veins and the glowing marks that covered him.
When I reached the bifurcated tip, the split end curled toward my fingers, clinging, grabbing.
I felt a gush of wetness in reaction to that firm grip of his odd cockhead, my mind already trying to imagine what it would feel like.
Corin had left it up to me to approach, but he wasn’t going to patiently lie there for long.
Was I brave enough to take him? To be that bold?
When I lifted onto my knees, he hissed, and I heard the whisper of his scales as they shivered along his spine.
His tail curled, and then it pushed against my ass, urging me forward.
I grinned because I’d known he’d do that, and then my grin turned into a shaky moan.
His cock brushed against my folds, the tips writhing, slippery and hot.
They stroked my clit with unerring accuracy, but Corin was a smart man; he remembered what he’d learned last time.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s what we need.
Do it, Min-Ji. No more fear.” I jerked up my chin, abandoning the sight of his silvery cock as it slicked against my core.
My eyes locked on his face, and I felt we were making a promise without words.
With a little push of his tail, I was higher and I nearly tumbled forward, but he hooked the tip around my waist and held me tight, balanced above him.
Open for his impalement. “Yes,” I said to him, “Now.” That was all either of us needed.
I sank down, lowering my hips to his; his tail as my guide.
I felt the tips of his cock slide into my opening first; they were narrow and easy to take.
It made everything in me tingle and tense as pleasure burned through my veins.
Then came the shaft, much thicker than the dual heads.
It burned as it stretched me, but that hint of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure.
His tips stroked my walls, easily finding the sensitive nerves and setting them ablaze.
With a hand, he reached out to touch my clit, his thumb strumming the little bundle with agonizingly tender strokes.
I sank a little further onto him with each shudder and moan, each fanning of the flames.
I thought I must have taken all of him by now.
I felt so full, but when I looked down, I saw I’d taken only half of him.
There was no way more could fit, but Corin wasn’t satisfied.
He bucked his hips beneath me, driving up, and like magic, more of him disappeared inside of me.
I shook my head, not because I was fighting this, but out of disbelief.
“You are mine,” he growled, “And you’ll take all of me.
” I wanted that. It’s all I ever wanted, but my body wasn’t convinced it was possible.
Or maybe it was my brain that was struggling to catch up with reality.
My body had gone soft around him like I was melting for his invasion.
Each pump of his hips brought us closer, and each thrum of his thumb against my clit brought me further to the edge.
He slid the tip of his tail around my hip, squeezing my ass as he pushed us closer. My orgasm broke with a shout as his hips came up and mine came down with a fierce push. That was it, all of him, and my muscles gripped and squeezed, milking him with every spasm of my core.
When I drew in a deep breath and forced open my eyes, it was to discover that now I was the one on the bottom, pinned to the furs, and my Naga over me, holding me.
Everything in his expression was savage, possessive.
This was tying us together in so many ways, and with each thrust of his hips, he fucked me like he owned me.
He did, heart and soul, and now I knew I owned him too.
***
Corin
I knew I’d been an idiot for staying away like I had when my mate fearlessly finished undressing herself.
She was braver than I was when she straddled me and made her choice.
What we had was worth fighting for, and I was going to show her that.
Nothing could stop me from keeping her now—not fear, and certainly not a stupid Queen.
Only one female could stake her claim on me, and she had from the start.
When she came around me, I felt like I’d shattered to pieces and reshaped as a new male, her male.
It stopped being about her pleasure then and became ours.
I’d tried to rein in my instincts, to hold back so this could be all hers, but they took over then.
I pinned her, my mouth found her neck, and though I didn’t mean to bite her sensitive skin, my fangs nicked her shoulder anyway as I rutted against her with helpless abandon.
“Ah, Corin,” she moaned, all soft and welcoming, her body taking every inch of me and then some.
She did not fight as my tail restrained her; she did not claw or bite back.
Or maybe she did, but her blunt little nails felt only like pleasure against my tough scales.
My seed erupted with a growl that rocked me, a deep wrenching of pleasure as it spurted from the tips and coated her womb.
She was so tiny beneath me, and she took every drop, every bit of me as it spilled like a river.
And she bucked beneath me, clutching at me as it filled her with the same pleasure that had wrecked me.
My beautiful, clever little mate was utter perfection as I watched the bliss on her face.
It was a temptation I didn’t want to resist, to kiss her upturned mouth and tangle her tongue with mine as our bodies had entwined.