Chapter 44
Chapter forty-four
Cock
Sol
In Sol's dream, Korin ruled the sky in full beast form.
Monstrous.
Lethal.
His dragon bulk sprawled across the clouds, slabs of muscle heaving under shimmering scales.
His cock reared from his armored underbelly—thicker than her waist, longer than her whole trembling body— ridged like knotted bone and barbed with thick, fleshy protrusions that oozed thick ropes of golden pre-cum, dripping in heavy, musky strands.
Fully swollen.
Throbbing violently.
Veins pulsing.
Sol was stripped bare, skin already flushed and slick with sweat.
Korin’s massive talons clamped around her waist and thighs—sharp enough to draw pinpricks of blood—and he used her like a pleasure toy, dragging her sopping cunt up and down his grotesque length.
Her fevered skin ignited at every drag; every barbed ridge scraped over her clit, split her swollen lips, threatened to rip her open.
“Oh, Korin!! Your love blade!!”
He growled, and the sound vibrated through her bones as he smeared her dripping mess along his shaft, coating the scales in her creamy arousal and his own leaking golden precum until the whole monstrous cock glistened obscenely.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Her pussy ached to be forced open and throbbing harder with each ridge that battered her entrance without mercy.
The clouds swirled and shimmered above as thunder boomed.
Sol bucked and sobbed, hips grinding shamelessly, trying to impale herself deeper, but it would be impossible. His cock was too big—her entrance could barely kiss the fattest ridge, fluttering helplessly against unyielding scale.
His golden eyes burned brighter as he relished in her erotic destruction—the tears cutting through flushed cheeks, the tremor in her thighs, the shameless grind of her hips as she tried to take more than her body could bear.
The air reeked of sex—her sweet musk, his smoky, animal heat, the wet slap of flesh on scale.
Korin's beast roared. The sound shook the clouds, and he ground her wet body harder against the fattest ridge of his cock, forcing her clit to ride it until she screamed.
“Ohhh!!!” Sol’s answering cry was raw, broken—wild surrender, begging to be ruined, split, filled until she burst. “Korin!"
Groaning, he moved her even faster.
Harder.
And then his beast’s cock erupted. Molten, thick ropes burst from the slit in heavy pulses, painting his length, splattering her face, breasts, belly—drenching her completely.
She gasped as hot cum flooded her mouth when she opened it to scream, the salty-metallic taste mixing with her own musk, marking her inside and out.
Sol's eyes flew open as she woke up.
Oh Gods!
She gasped.
Sweat beaded along her collarbone. Her whole body was burning. That felt so wrong since she was always cold. Ice ran through her veins. Frost lived under her skin. But right now, she felt like she was on fire.
Deep in Sol’s chest, her beast stirred—restless, confused. It didn't like the heat. But it liked what was causing it.
Sol’s heart pounded. Her breath came fast. And between her thighs. . .
Oh Gods!
She was wet.
Soaked.
And she was moving.
Grinding.
Against something warm, solid, and hard.
Sol shivered and looked down.
Oh no.
She’d had her most sensitive spot pressed against Korin's bare thigh. And during her dream, she'd been rubbing against the hard muscle.
His thigh dripped with her arousal.
Oh no. Is he awake? Does he know?
Sol's gaze flew to his face.
Korin was awake and his golden eyes were just as bright as in her dream. However, this time there was hot intensity blazing within them that made her stomach flip.
"I. . ." Sol jerked back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. . .I was asleep, and. . ."
“No, little one.” Korin's hand shot out and grabbed the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair.
With his other hand, he gripped Sol’s hip and pulled her back against him. His thigh pressed between her legs again, right against her aching core.
“Oh!” she gasped.
And it wasn’t just that it felt so good, but in her village she had been a Lowly—someone constantly scowled at, despised, and pushed away.
No one had ever pulled her close like this.
Those golden eyes brightened. “Do you like that?”
“Y-yes.”
His voice grew rough and dark. "You can rub some more. Don't stop on my account."
Sol's face burned. "No. I can't. I shouldn't have. . ."
“I am yours to please, queen.”
“I. . .” The word queen still didn't fit right in her ears. Like a dress made for someone taller, prettier, and more worthy. But the way he said it, made her want to grow into it.
"Your nipples are hard." His gaze dropped to her breasts. "Your body's on fire. And you were making the sweetest sounds in your sleep."
Sol's breath hitched. She almost covered herself. Old instinct. The Lowly in her still expected disgust when someone looked too long.
Korin licked his lips. Slowly. Like he was already tasting her. "Go ahead, little queen. Rub that pussy on my thigh."
Those filthy words shot straight to her core.
She shouldn't.
She couldn't.
This would be too naughty.
But her hips moved on their own, rocking forward and dragging her slick heat against his thigh.
Pleasure spiked through her.
And within her core, she felt her beast move.
She blinked. Her beast pressed against her ribs like it wanted out and to get closer to him.
I’ll have to get used to. . .her inside of me.
Sol’s hands went to Korin’s chest to steady herself, and she felt the heat of him beneath her palms. The hard planes of muscle. The steady thrum of his heartbeat.
"That's it." Korin slid his fingers down her spine. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
It felt better than good.
It was incredible.
Sol rocked again. Harder this time. Her clit dragged against his thigh, and she whimpered.
Korin licked his lips again. "I can make you feel even better than that."
He leaned in and caught her earlobe between his teeth, then nibbled and sucked.
Sol's entire body arched.
"What. . ." She could barely get the words out. "W-what could you do?"
Korin's mouth moved to her neck, and he kissed the tender spot just below her ear. Slowly, his tongue traced a hot line down to her collarbone. "I can be inside you."
Sol's eyes flew open.
Inside me?
Her beast roared within her chest.
It startled her.
Shivering, she pulled back enough to look at Korin. His golden eyes were no longer bright. Now they were dangerously dark with hunger.
"How?" she whispered.
Korin took her hand.
Slowly.
Gently.
And guided it down between their bodies.
To his cock.
It was hard.
Thick.
Hot beneath her palm.
And big.
Sol's breath caught. “Your. . .love blade.”
Korin quirked his brows. “My what?”
“Your love blade.”
He smirked. “Little one, this is bigger than a blade. You should have at least said a sword.”
She widened her eyes. “What do you call this?”
“This is a cock, little one.”
The word sounded deliciously crude.
Her bottom lip quivered. “Cock?”
“Yes. Cock.” He groaned, and it was a deep rumble that started in his chest and spilled out of his mouth in a heated sigh.
“Touch what is yours.” His hand covered hers, pressing her fingers against the pulsing heat of length. His skin was hot under hers.
Her beast rumbled low in her chest. It was a deep vibration that Sol felt in her teeth.
She likes the heat on him.
Korin licked his lips. “This is the shaft.”
She swallowed and slipped her fingertips along it. His shaft was hard but velvety to the touch. It was real, not like the monstrous one in her dream, but still terrifying in its own way.
His hand stilled over hers. “You feel how hard it is?”
“Yes.”
“That's what you do to me, Sol.”
She bit her bottom lip and could feel the power beneath her fingers—his length twitched under her hesitant touch, and she withdrew her hand as if she’d been scalded.
“No, don’t pull away.” His voice was thick with need, and it sent shivers down her spine. His hand was firm on hers, keeping it in place.
She didn't resist.
She looked down again, watching her hand move over him. His ridged length pulsed under her palm, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sight. She saw the head of his cock peeking from under his heavy hand, the slit at the top leaking a glistening drop. “What is that?”
“My arousal for you. My seed. It wants to be inside of you.”
“Why?”
“To make babies.”
“I’m not ready for that.”
“You will be.” Korin slowly guided her fingers up his cock. "I can put this inside you, queen."
She shivered in desire and looked at it. "But. . .this won't fit."
Korin's lips curved into a wicked smile. "I can definitely make it fit."
"But—"
"I promise you." His hand covered hers, guiding her to stroke him once. Twice. "I can make it fit. I'll just take my time."
Sol's pulse hammered in her throat. "Will it hurt?"
Korin's expression softened. "A little. But not so bad. And after. . ."
His thumb brushed across her knuckles. "After, it'll feel so good you'll forget the hurt ever happened."
Sol's mind was spinning. She turned her head to look for Pyrran.
The other side of the bed was empty.
"Where's your brother?"
Korin raised an eyebrow. "You mean your other king?"
Sol flushed. "Yes. Where is the murderous king?"
"I believe Pyrran is on a mission."
"What sort of mission?"
"One with the goal to make you happy."
Sol blinked. "How would he do that?"
"There are ways." Korin's hand slid up her thigh and his fingers traced patterns on her skin. "Ways to earn forgiveness. Ways to prove himself worthy of you."
Sol's jaw tightened. "I don’t know if there's anything he could do that would make me forgive him. He tried to kill me."
"You never know, queen." Korin's fingers moved higher. Closer to where she was still wet and aching. "We live a long time. And I believe my brother will spend decades—if not centuries—trying to make sure you love him."
Sol opened her mouth to argue.
But Korin moved.
Fast.