Chapter 8 #2
Suddenly, the head of his cock notched at her opening. “Yes. There,” she whimpered. Briannis bit her lip, torn between bracing and trying to make her body relax.
Ever so slowly, he pushed forward. The head of his cock stretched her opening. Her body both delighted in the tease of fullness and yearned for completion. Compared to the end of his tail, this appendage was thicker. It didn’t want to slide into her easily.
Zain pushed again. A small whimper escaped as the head of his cock stretched her opening.
He halted. “Briannis. I think we should—”
“No.” She smacked a fist on the ground. “I’m fine. We can do this.” Something in her, more than lust or carnal desire, said they needed to. She rocked her hips back, forcing her body to stretch around his girth. “Please. Fill me, Zain. Fill me with your cock.”
A grumbled accent filled the air and then he gave a gentle thrust forward.
Something within her finally gave way, letting his thick length inch inside. Tingling pain raced through her, but mingled within was triumph and the most delicious fullness.
Zain let out a roar of pleasure. “So tight. My mate’s pussy is so tight and wet.”
The slickness of her earlier release helped ease his passage as he pushed in further.
And that’s when she started to feel the ridges along his length.
The extra stretch, the slight release, and the way they brushed against her inner walls?
Bliss. Briannis moaned as he sank slowly deeper, filling her, stretching her.
She started clawing at the ground herself, needing more but wondering at the possibility of it.
Her walls ached, but it was a burn she craved as much as air.
The deeper he slid, the more she started to feel his second, broader cock. The length slid against her clit, sending bright waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Fuck. You feel so incredible.” Zain’s claws tore up the ground in front of her as he fought to control his entry.
Every time she was certain he couldn’t go any deeper, his cock would slip further in.
It was a delirious yet blissful agony as her body stretched to accommodate him while he seemed to fill more than just her body but her whole sense of being.
Finally, when she was a mewling mess, her cheek pressed to the cool stone, he halted.
“Briannis?” Her name was a strangled hiss, both a question and a plea.
“Yes, Zain. Yes.” Whatever it was, whatever he asked, she wanted it. She could take it.
He pulled back, each ridge of his cock sliding through her aching pussy. And then he surged forward.
A scream tore from her lips. Bright pleasure surged through her as sharp and hot as lightning and tingling with its own burn.
She welcomed it, wanted it. He must have seen that in her thoughts, because he began to move in a steady rhythm, driving his cock in and out of her while the bigger one grazed her clit with each surge forward.
It was maddening. All-consuming. Briannis dug her fingers into the cavern floor, grasping for purchase as each thrust left her rocking forward.
“Zain!” His name was the only word she could find as he drove her steadily toward a looming precipice within herself. She was there, but not. All sensation was pulled to the awareness of their joining, his hot cock inside her, another caressing her, and warmth from his body jumping to hers.
“My beautiful mate.” His voice in her mind was like a caress down her spine or breath along the shell of her ear. “You take me so well.”
The praise shoved her off that internal cliff, and she was falling in a tumult of bliss.
No. Not falling at all—flying. It was like her dream.
She soared through the clouds in pure, mindless bliss.
Freedom. That’s what it was. Bright, burning, and wonderful.
Briannis gasped as she came back to herself, her core still clenching and spasming from her release.
Zain continued to move, drawing out her pleasure until tears ran down her face.
“Fuck.” His awareness rushed into her mind. “So tight. I—” The dragon roared, a sound louder and more guttural than any before.
The bellow shook the ground below her. Distantly, Briannis heard rocks fall and tumble, but she was not afraid, not with her dragon protecting her. He would never let harm come to her, his mate. She knew it with soul-deep certainty.
With a last deep thrust, he stilled inside her.
Briannis gasped as a sudden burst of heat spilled within her, spreading through her still tingling pussy.
She groaned with pleasure at the new sensation, even as hot liquid dripped down her thighs.
His come, she realized distantly. So warm and delightful, just like the rest of him.
Boneless as she was from her release, Briannis closed her eyes and laid her head on the smooth stone ground, savoring the new feeling of his completion.
His cock slipped from inside her, sending more liquid splashing to the ground between her knees.
Something warm and almost heavy covered her back—his underbelly?
—though he was careful not to crush her.
Then, something brushed her arm and her brows pinched at the sensation.
Not scales. Nor his wing. She cracked open her eyes.
“Briannis,” a very real voice panted right in her ear.