Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Empire Between Her Thighs
Kenji
Why did tasting her blood make me so crazy?
My cock jerked like she’d stroked me. Every nerve in my body lit up, white fire racing through my veins, leaving me trembling against her skin.
The copper tang wasn’t just taste.
It was power.
It slid into me like liquid electricity, flooding my chest, hardening my cock until it ached against her thigh.
One swallow, and I was drunk on her.
Two swallows, and I was feral.
Moaning, she clung to my shoulder and dug her fingers into my skin.
Her soft whimper echoed in my ears, the perfect soundtrack to my rampant desire. My senses were honed to every note, every hitch in her breath, every beat of her pulse as I savored her blood on my tongue.
It tormented me with the most exquisite taste.
It was a drug I could not resist, a temptation I would willingly drown in.
How did it come to this? How did she make me this crazy for her so fast?
I bit her skin again.
"Kenji!" she gasped.
Her body arched beneath me.
Groaning, I lapped at the blood and rubbed my cock against her thigh.
She whimpered, “Fuck me.”
“You want this cock?”
“Yes.”
“But your pussy is sore.”
“It’s too late. I’m addicted.”
I groaned.
“Fuck this war with my father. I think I’ll just spend the rest of these years on this island with you.” I slid one hand down.
It drifted lower, past the soft swell of her stomach, through the heat rising from her pussy, until my fingers slid into the slickness waiting for me.
Mmmm.
Every time I touched her there, it felt like dipping my fingers into some forbidden temple.
An erotic shrine carved into flesh.
And at the very top, hidden and trembling, was her clit—small, swollen, perfect. A holy jewel that could undo kingdoms with a single caress.
Her pussy was wet.
My cock jerked in response, demanding to be buried within her, claiming her in the most primal of ways. “Your pussy’s already dripping. Who made you this wet?”
“You, Kenji.”
“Are you sure? It wasn’t my Fangs?”
“No.” Then, she smirked in between pleasure. “I thought they were just your Scales.”
“Careful, Tora. To you they are nothing. Nobodies.” I circled her clit lightly, teasing that lovely nerve center.
“Oh.” Her hips jerked. Her breath fractured.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours. Always yours.”
“Always mine.” I pressed a little harder, flattening my finger against her clit and dragging upward in a slow stroke.
Her thighs tensed.
A moan escaped her throat, helpless, and it fed straight into my cock.
“I saw you noting my Fangs’ names. That was a waste of time because if you call them, and they answer, I will fucking hurt them.” Slowly, I rubbed her clit side to side, watching how her eyes fluttered closed, how her lips parted, how her chest arched up as if her whole body was begging for more.
“Oh, Kenji.”
“No, Tora. Dragon.”
“Fuck.”
Then I switched, dragging circles around her clit, changing the pressure each time—softer, then firmer, then softer again—until she was gasping at every adjustment. “I like your moans. I want to hear more.”
“Oh.”
“Every moan you make feeds me. And just in case you don’t know this, every tear, every scream—it all belongs to me too.”
“Then take them all. Drink me dry. I’m yours.”
“Mmm.” My fingertip tingled from the friction, from her wetness coating me, but I didn’t stop.
I pressed two fingers against her folds, spreading them just slightly, so my thumb could stroke her clit in tight little circles while my other fingers slid lower, grazing the slick entrance of her pussy. “Then we agree. This is my pussy?”
“Yes.”
“My body?”
“Yes.”
“My heart?”
“Yes.”
“My skin to bite? My blood to drink?”
“Yours. My blood, my body, my soul. It’s all yours.”
“Good, little Tiger.” I slowed my caresses again, dragging one finger down from her clit to her entrance and back up, smearing her wetness over that swollen bud until it glistened in the light.
Then I softly flicked her clit.
Once.
“Oh!”
Then, twice.
“Oh!” She gasped and snapped her hips up.
I groaned at the way the little nub felt against my fingertips—firm yet tender, slick yet rough, a paradox of nerves and flesh that could make her scream with the smallest demand of my fingers. No diamond, no blade, no empire had ever given me such raw control.
I leaned down, and my mouth hovered just above hers. “Tell me, Tora. . .is there anything in this world that feels better than when I touch you here?”
Her voice was broken, breathless. “N-no. Nothing.”
Her thighs quivered, her breath hitched. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”
I pressed harder, circling her clit again, reveling in the way she trembled.
Then, I pushed two fingers into her pussy and shivered from how it clamped down on them. Her slick arousal coated my fingers so thick I could feel the heat of it searing into my skin.
Every thrust inside her pussy felt like dipping my hand into molten wet velvet, my veins catching fire with her wetness.
My cock twitched so hard it hurt, pre-cum leaked down my shaft.
Oh so lovely. She’s going to make me bite her some more.
My body wasn’t mine anymore—it was wired to hers, jerking, pulsing, straining for the heat between her thighs.
"Dragon." Her eyes clouded with lust.
I grinned in savage satisfaction and captured her mouth.
Her lips opened under mine, wet and desperate, and I devoured her mouth like it was the last air I’d ever breathe. Her taste was blood, honey, salt, and fire, all of it tangled on my tongue until I forgot where she ended and I began.
Her moans spilled into me, vibrating against my tongue, each sound shooting straight down my spine and into the base of my cock.
“Mmm.” I kissed her harder, rougher, until it felt less like kissing and more like I was trying to brand myself into her mouth.
My fingers slid free of her pussy, coated in her slick heat. I groaned into her lips, smearing her wetness around the tip of my cock.
Next, I gripped both her wrists and slammed them to the space above her head.
She gasped into my mouth, writhing, but I held her there, pinning her like prey.
Fuck yes, little Tiger.
With my free hand, I spread her legs open, dragging my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, forcing her wider until she trembled beneath me.
Her pussy glistened in the amber light, swollen and wet, a lusty invitation I could never refuse even if the world burned around us.
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, making sure that the rose piercing hit her G-spot just right.
Oh fuck, Tora.
The heat that poured onto my skin made my eyes roll back. She was molten—wet warmth clutching at the tip before I even slid in, her body already begging to be ruined.
Her breaths broke into a sob of need. “K-Kenji. . .”
I bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper. “No. Not Kenji. Dragon.”
And then I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the way her wet walls squeezed down on me like a fist of fire.
Aww! Fuck!
My cock throbbed, drenched in her heat, every inch claimed and swallowed by her pussy.
“Oh!” Her back arched. Her wrists strained against my hold. Her mouth opened in a cry that was half-pain, half-ecstasy.
I swallowed it with another brutal kiss, groaning into her lips as her sore pussy pulsed around my cock, tight, wet, and perfect.
“Fuck,” I rasped against her mouth, grinding deeper, spreading her until her thighs shook around me. “I could die inside you and never come back, and it would still be heaven.”
I shifted the angle of my hips to make her moan the way that I wanted.
She shuddered. “Ohhh! Ohhh!”
Those moans came out as low, rolling notes from deep in her chest.
Yes. That’s it.
Watching her face twist in pleasure, I quickened my cock’s rhythm—just a little—and she chased the tempo with me, hips lifting to meet the next wave and the next.
“That’s my good little Tiger,” I groaned. “Work that wet, tight pussy on my cock.”
The room smelled like erotic heat and lightning.
Pumping my fat cock into her wet pussy, I put my mouth at her ear. “Who’s fucking you?”
Her voice was shaky. “The D-dragon.”
“Do you like when the Dragon fucks you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Even though that pussy aches?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Tora.”
Her moan vibrated against my lips, and I felt it all the way down my cock.
God, the way she squeezed me—wet, trembling, tight—it was like her body was built to drain every last ounce of me and still demand more.
I thrust again, slow, steady, savoring the way her pussy clung to me on the retreat.
The glide was molten silk.
Slick and scorching.
Every stroke wrapped around my length like a vice that didn’t want to let go.
My balls swung heavy with each movement, tightening already, but I forced myself to slow down.
No rushing.
Not yet.
I needed her moans to deepen and get louder.
I needed her thighs to shake.
I needed her to know that when the Dragon fucked this pussy, he left no part of her body unsatisfied.
“Fuck yes,” I growled into her mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to bite her bottom lip again. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me? Do you feel how tight this pussy is choking my cock?”
She whimpered, “Yes.”
Her confession undid me, but I kept control, adjusting my angle so my gold rose piercing dragged perfectly against her swollen G-spot. The reaction was immediate—her back arched, her mouth fell open, and she cried out in a sound so pure, it shot lightning down my spine.
I thrust harder.
Once.
Twice.
Brutal strokes that made her walls spasm around me.
Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It was heat incarnate—drenched, clutching, sucking, dripping down my shaft, coating my balls until I could feel the slickness there too. Each swing of my balls sent a ripple of wet heat across my skin, every slap at the base of her ass a reminder of how deep I was buried.
My balls felt swollen, ready to burst, but the ache was exquisite. That ache kept me alive, kept me moving, kept me on the edge of something bigger than release.
Oh God. I don’t ever want this to end.
I lowered my head to her chest and dragged my tongue across the swell of her breast. Sweat beaded there, salty and sweet, her skin so soft it felt criminal to bite.
But I bit anyway—sharp enough to hear her gasp, soft enough to leave her begging.
Groaning, I kept fucking her as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, tugging until it peaked against my tongue, until her moans stuttered into desperate pleas.
“Dragon!”
Hearing my name like that—half prayer, half surrender—sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
I groaned against her breast.
The vibration rumbled into her body as I latched on her nipple harder, biting just enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.
Her pussy clenched tighter, rippling around me as if her body were trying to pull me deeper.
My cock throbbed in answer, veins swollen, every nerve alive and sparking.
I could feel every sensual ridge of her pussy, every flutter of her inner muscles, every slick contraction around the piercing at my tip.
It was too much.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
I pulled back a few inches, just to slam back into her harder, grinding my hips so deep my balls crushed against her skin. The impact made us both gasp.
The pressure was insane—like my cock wasn’t just inside her, but inside the very core of her being.
“Dragon,” she moaned, voice shaking.
“Say it louder.”
“Dragon!”
“Good girl. That’s my perfect little Tiger.” My teeth scraped across her other nipple, tugging until she bucked against me. “Who owns this pussy?”
“You! Dragon! Oh—” Her scream broke into another moan as I thrust again, deeper, faster, my hips snapping now with a rhythm that left no mercy.
My balls slapped against her ass with each stroke, the sound wet, obscene, perfect. They ached, but the ache only made the pleasure sharper, hotter, like I was carrying the weight of every orgasm we’d ever share between them.
Oh. God. She’s going to be my wife soon.
I gripped her wrists tighter above her head, pinning her even more, forcing her to surrender completely.
She writhed beneath me, but I gave her no escape—only the endless stretch of my cock filling her again and again until her moans turned ragged.
Her walls began to spasm harder, squeezing my cock in waves that stole my breath.
Fuck, she was close.
I could feel it in every twitch, every desperate cry, every shiver that raced through her body.
“Yes,” I growled, dragging my mouth back up to hers. “Come for me, Tiger. Soak my cock. Milk me until I have nothing left.”
Her thighs clamped around my hips, her nails raked down my back, and then she broke—her whole body arching, convulsing, trembling in ecstasy as her pussy clenched so hard around me I nearly lost it too.
“Oh my God, Kenji. . .I love you. . .”
The words slammed into me harder than any orgasm could.
My chest seized.
My vision blurred.
My cock jerked inside her like it had been struck by lightning, my balls drawing up tight, ready to explode.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“I love you too.” I buried my face in the hollow of her neck, biting back the roar that threatened to escape, because if she saw the water in my eyes, if she saw the way her love had gutted me, I’d lose every shred of dignity I had left.
Tears burned anyway.
Hidden against her skin.
I love you so much, it hurts.
I thrust one last time, deep, grinding, and then I shattered with her—my cock pulsing, my balls releasing in hard, hot waves as I spilled everything inside her.
Each spurt was fire, love, surrender, and possession all at once.
My body shook with it, my muscles trembling as her pussy clung and sucked every drop from me.
You’re going to have my babies.
I kept coming in her, making sure I filled that womb with every drop of my legacy.
Was it wrong that I planned to fuck my heirs into her?
Was it a crime that I was desperate to make her pregnant by the time this war ended?