Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Briannis stalked the short distance down his length and dropped to her knees before him.
Her whole body was warm, and it had nothing to do with the pleasant heat radiating from his scales.
Zain had bent his head in close to hers.
His smokey breath caressed her skin, only increasing the slickness building at the juncture of her thighs.
Tentatively, she reached out and took his thicker length in hand. A shudder coursed through his body. His eyes slid shut. “My mate. My mate is touching me.”
The thought was so vulnerable she was sure he hadn’t meant to share it, but it gave her the confidence she needed to stroke down his shaft, marveling at how he was soft yet shockingly firm all at once, how her fingers slid over each ridge, how he was so big around that her fingers could not touch.
She ached—ached!—at the thought of that length trying to nudge inside her. Impossible. Painful. Yet…there was an undeniable allure to the thought.
Briannis took the smaller, but still startling large, cock in her other hand. It was ridged, like the first, and a bead of something shimmery lingered at the tip. She ran her thumb over it then spread the slick down his length.
When she looked over at his face, his eyes were open once more, mouth slightly parted to reveal his fangs. It should have been terrifying, but she had no fear of him.
“Good?” She asked, stroking both lengths.
“Yesss…” A hiss of pleasure accompanied the response. “Any touch from you would be a delight.”
She grinned. Inexperienced though she may be, at least he enjoyed it. His tail curled behind her thighs, tucking her close. Briannis shoved her unruly hair behind her shoulders and leaned in. Before she could second guess herself, she lapped at the thick cock straining in her grip.
A deep groan slipped from her dragon. It was all the encouragement she needed to sample him again, licking up his length while her hands glided up and down like she’d seen the cook do to her lover that once.
“Your smell. That scent,” he said into her mind. “You enjoy this.”
She stared at him through the fall of her red waves which had slipped back over her shoulder in her eagerness. “I do enjoy you.” She flicked her tongue across his wide tip. Who would have ever thought she’d say something like that about a dragon?
His claws dug into the cavern floor.
It was intoxicating how her touch affected him, how a common woman such as herself brought a dragon such pleasure.
His tail flicked away, and then it was back, but not wrapped around her as it had been. The tip slipped between her legs, finding the opening of her dress and travelling under the fabric.
Briannis gasped as the new sensation, drawing back.
Before she’d fully understood his aim, that tail surged up between her thighs and slid across her slick center.
“Zain!” The one touch set her nerves alight.
He moved it again, and a moan slipped from her lips.
Her hands tightened on his cocks, perhaps too much as he reared his head back with a roar.
She loosened immediately. “Did I—”
“No.” He bit out, lowering his head. “I delight in you.” His nostrils flared. “My mate is wet for me.”
“Yes.” She bit down hard on her bottom lip. So embarrassingly wet. No human man had ever made her feel that way.
“This is—” A shudder ran through her form before she started stroking his lengths again. “This is about you. Easing your pain.”
That delightful tail slipped through her folds, right over the taut bud between her legs. “Pleasuring my mate is a dream. A joy. How I have yearned for you…”
“Zain,” she whimpered again before turning back to his cocks and wrapping her lips around the tip of the narrower length. His smokey, musky taste was a delightful enigma as she sucked on that flared tip.
His tail continued to tease her. The thoughts slipping from him between their bond became groans and feelings—incoherent as hers. All the world narrowed down to his hot lengths, the two in her hands and the scaled one sliding between her legs. So thick. So warm.
The knot of desire in her core twisted tighter with each stroke.
Sweat broke out across her skin, causing the fabric of her dress to stick.
She wanted it gone, but she dared not stop.
Briannis rocked her hips, baring down on the length of his tail.
Blessed Fates, how could just his tail make her feel this way?
Smooth scales slid over her clit, sending hints of ecstasy racing under her skin.
Her pleasure felt like a dam about to break.
Without removing her lips from his cock, she shouted down their bond. “Zain! I’m… I’m about to—”
“Let go, my mate.”
“But you—”
“Let go,” he ordered.
His tail retreated and she nearly screamed in frustration. How dare he tell her to let go and then—
Suddenly, it was back, not slicking through her folds and over her clit, but sliding into her hot center. The unexpected thickness, fullness of him sent her over the edge. Briannis shattered. His cock slipped from her lips as she threw her head back with a cry of pleasure. “Zain!”
Her scream echoed through the cave. The muscles of her core clenched around his tail as he held the tip still within her, almost like he knew she needed it—maybe he did.
“My mate, my beautiful mate,” he crooned.
“Zain,” she panted. His name was the only coherent thought she could form.
His tail slipped from her and she all but collapsed into a heap, body still twitching from her release.
In her ecstasy, her hands had fallen from his cocks.
Panting, she shoved her hair out of the way.
They were still erect, still straining. She reached for him again, determined to finish what she started.
But that wicked tail wrapped around her middle and pulled her back.
“Zain?” She asked, unable to disguise her sudden hurt. She’d tried to relieve him. She’d really—
“You are glorious, my mate. Your touch is everything. But I believe I need…something else.” His attention dipped to her lap then trailed back up her figure.
Her mouth parted in understanding. She panted as she held his stare. She wanted to—wanted him. But could she?
“Will you try for me, Briannis?”
“Of course,” she said at once. Of course she would try. She climbed to her feet on shaking legs. His tail was there again, stroking her calf, almost like he couldn’t help himself.
He moved his head until it was an inch from hers, so close it was almost hard to look him in the eye. “If it hurts, we will stop. I will not risk you.”
She stroked his face. “I’m not afraid of a little pain.”
“Briannis!” He growled.
With a smile, she placed a kiss on his nose. “If it’s too much, I will let you know.”
He huffed air through his nose, blowing her hair back. “I will find it in your thoughts if you lie.”
“Then you’ll also know how much I enjoy your touch.”
His tongue flicked out, licking her face in the strangest kiss of her life, but also the most touching.
“Well, I should get rid of this.” Briannis stared down at her ruined dress with a laugh.
“Mmm.” Zain nudged her gently with his nose. “Yes, let me see my little mate.”
She tugged the dress over her head and tossed it away. She’d already discarded her underthings, which only left the band of fabric over her breasts.
Zain had risen to stand, his erect cocks hanging precariously close to the stones between his hind legs. He lowered his head to the red curls between her legs and inhaled. A rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest. “Fiery inside and out.”
The comment made her body flame anew. Carefully, she unwrapped the length of fabric over her breasts, sighing as it fell away. She did hate binding herself, though it’d been necessary given how little the ceremonial dress concealed.
Feeling bold, Briannis pushed her hair behind her shoulders and stood proudly bare before him.
“Beautiful.” His tongue flicked out to tease one nipple.
She giggled at the touch. The laughter vanished as his front paw closed over her bare hip. The tips of his claws grazed her skin but did not hurt. Their gazes locked, and she suddenly remembered what they were about to do.
“If you have any second thoughts…”
“No.” She shook her head. “None.”
Her nudged her head with his. “Then lay down, my Briannis.”
Lack of experience had never given Briannis hesitation in life.
It was just an opportunity to learn more.
And this was something she had yearned to learn about even before her aunt had stoically explained the basics of it to her years ago—mostly as warning of what not to do to anger the dragon.
How ironic that she had a feeling her dragon didn’t care about her purity at all, just her.
While she didn’t know how humans typically lay down to mate, she’d seen her animals do it many times. So, Briannis got down on her elbows and knees, legs slightly parted, rump raised in the air toward Zain with her pussy on full display. “Like this?” she asked over one shoulder.
His tongue flicked out, almost as if he licked his lips. “How you undo me.” His emerald wings flicked and stretched. Zain stalked forward until she loomed under his bulk. Clawed feet dug into the ground on either side of her, both ahead and by her own legs.
Briannis’s core throbbed in anticipation.
She fought the urge to rock her hips as he slowly lowered himself.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips as the head of one cock slid against her thigh.
Then it was moving up, spreading a hint of his moisture across her skin.
Unable to resist the temptation, she dropped her head to stare between her legs.
His large cock hung between her spread thighs.
The slightly narrower one slipped against her folds, making her groan.
Zain kneaded his clawed feet in the ground as he adjusted his hips, attempting to position himself just so.