Chapter 45 #2
He rubbed her clit as he fucked her hard. “I’m going to give you this cock every day.”
“Oh!!” Sol's back arched.
Then Korin did something he'd never done before.
He lowered his mouth in the direction of where they were joined and blew fire directly onto her clit.
Sol screamed.
Yes.
He shifted the fire to a thin, controlled stream of blue-white flame directly onto her swollen clit.
The heat licked over the sensitive bud, making it throb and darken under his gaze, glistening wetter, pulsing in frantic rhythm with his cock buried deep inside her.
He could smell her arousal sharpening, hear the hitch in her breath turn into desperate little sobs.
“Korin!!” Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clenched around his cock so hard Korin saw stars. Ice exploded from her skin in a blizzard of frost and power.
GODS!
And she came.
Shaking.
Spasming.
Her body completely undone.
The gold thread detonated.
Light ripped through the connection so hard Korin's vision whited out.
He tasted frost on his tongue. Saw a flash of blue behind his eyes.
For one blind second he was Sol—shaking, breaking open, terrified of how good it felt, absolutely in love—and the thread between them blazed so thick and bright it felt like a rope latched around both their spines, pulling them into each other, fusing them.
When his vision came back, the thread was glowing. Pulsing in time with their shared heartbeat.
And. . .it was no longer a thread at all. It was now a gold chain.
And because of that, Korin felt it all.
Felt her fall apart some more.
Felt her surrender to the pleasure.
And he couldn't hold back anymore. He lifted his head and roared again. Fire poured from his mouth, hitting the ceiling, the walls, everything.
And he came.
His big cock pulsed inside her pussy.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
His cum flooded Sol's pussy.
Hot.
Thick.
Glittering gold.
And he couldn’t stop. He'd been backed up for centuries, and now it was all pouring out.
Filling her.
Overflowing.
So much cum that it had nowhere to go. It spilled out of her pussy. Dripped down her thighs. Pooled on the burning sheets.
He felt her walls flutter and spasm around his pulsing cock as more thick jets flooded her pussy. Soon her belly began to visibly round and rise with the sheer volume of cum he was pumping into her. The sight of this made Korin come even more.
His cock kept on pulsing.
Kept filling her.
Until the pressure was so much that cum leaked from her mouth.
From her nose.
Sol gasped and almost choked on his cum.
Her eyes went wide as gold tears left her eyes and streamed down her brown skin.
But she didn't push him away, she took everything he had to give.
Korin groaned.
"That's it. Good little queen.” His hips jerked. More cum poured into her.
"You're going to take my brother's cock too," Korin snarled. "Going to take both of us at the same time.”
“Oh!”
“Going to be so full of our cocks and cum that you won't be able to think about anything else."
Sol whimpered and her body trembled beneath him.
"We're your slaves for pleasure. For comfort. For whatever you need. We'll fuck you until you can't walk. Until you're addicted. Until you can't live without us inside you."
“Oh, king!”
"You're going to swell with our young, little queen," he snarled against her ear. "Going to keep you plugged and leaking for days. Our perfect cum-dump queen, addicted to dragon seed until you beg for more every waking hour."
One more pulse.
One more wave of cum.
And finally, it stopped.
"Dear Gods!" Korin collapsed on top of her. His chest heaved. His body was spent. The beast retreated slowly, pulling back behind his ribs like a tide going out. His vision faded from gold back to normal. The scales that had been trying to push out of his arms sank down and disappeared.
He was himself again.
Emptied.
Shaking.
And the room was still burning.
The bed was a wreck.
Flames licked the walls. The silk sheets beneath and around them had blackened to ash. The carved bedposts glowed molten orange. Smoke curled upward in lazy spirals.
Meanwhile, ice covered the ceiling.
But his queen was okay.
The gold chain of their soul bond settled and then went invisible. But it was still there, he could feel Sol's heartbeat through it—slower now, calming, her ice cooling to a gentle frost that soothed his scorched insides.
He lifted his head and gazed at her.
Although she was panting, she was smiling.
When he finally eased his cock out of her, a thick gush of glittering gold poured from her pussy’s stretched entrance, dripping in heavy strands over her ass and onto the ash-strewn sheets.
Her pussy lips were swollen, glistening, framed by the mess he'd made—his claim painted across her in molten light.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Sol looked up at him. "That was. . ."
“Perfect?” Korin finished.
"Yes."
He grinned, leaned down, and kissed her softly. "Welcome to eternity, little queen."
When he pulled back, Sol's eyes were shining.
Sol touched his face with shaking fingers. “Thank you.”
He blinked.
“It. . .felt so good and. . .”
He raised his brows.
“And you were so careful.”
Korin's throat tightened. He turned his face into her palm and kissed it. He didn't trust his voice. A hundred years alone with his twin, and she was thanking him. “No, little queen. I plan to spend the rest of life thanking you over and over again.”