Chapter Eleven
Vale
“Imanaged not to strangle him, star, what more do you want from me?” I ask, exasperated, as I rub at a bruise on my shoulder. That Fae fights like a berserker, that’s for fucking sure.
Ollie frowns at me and pulls me down, kissing me sweetly. I lean into her body, so incredibly happy to have her back that my heart could break at any moment. I hear someone enter the kitchen and I bite back a snarl.
“Oh ho, lovebirds,” Colette trills. “I thought I’d swing by, see how things were going. Things seemed... intense... the other night at dinner.”
“Sorry,” Finn’s voice says, “I assumed it was alright to let her in.”
“Of course, Finnick,” Ollie replies as she steps a bit away from me. My tail whips out but I manage to stop myself from wrapping it around her waist and pulling her against me.
Lonan appears in the doorway. I bite my cheek to keep from saying something that would piss Ollie off.
Lonan’s face is stern. “Oleander, I received a letter from one of the Daven sisters. We need to discuss it.”
My eyebrows draw down. Bullshit.
She turns in my arms as I try to let her go. She looks back to me, “I must, Vale.”
I nod stiffly as Lonan looks to me.
He can hardly contain his glee as he says, “It must be really hard Vale, watching your girlfriend of years find her spirit mates. I mean, I’d be fucking gutted. It’s gotta be a mind-fuck.”
Ollie mutters as she takes his hand, “That’s a thoughtful thing to say, love,” as they step out of the kitchen.
At that last word my tail tenses and I force myself to turn and pull out a mixing bowl to make Ollie’s favorite cookies.
Colette leans against the counter next to me as she crosses her arms over her small breasts, her dark eyes landing on me. “Wow, you’re taking this really well, Vale. I’m rather surprised.”
My tail opens a lower cabinet and the entire door rips off the hinges. Colette giggles as I lean forward to rest my head on my arms.
I PULL THE COOKIES out of the oven. I take a swig of beer and Ollie’s soft footsteps approach. I hear them in my dreams, of course I know the sound of her steps on our old floor. My body tenses but when she wraps her arms around my waist, my head dips back.
“Treasure.”
“My big grumpy lizard.” She pauses. “Is my sleeping pressed against you every night not enough? Putting me on your cock in front of my mates and husband?” An edge somewhere between amusement and indignation colors her voice.
She rubs her cheek against my back.
“No, treasure, it’s not. I’m... I’m sorry.
” My voice is thick and I struggle with emotion.
“When we played with others together—before—I knew you were mine. Your heart was mine. And I know you warned me at the start of our relationship that you couldn’t stay but.
..” I swallow, a bit afraid of her reaction to what I’m about to tell her.
“I, pridefully, assumed that my love would make you change your mind. Eventually,” I whisper.
Ollie twists around my body, pressing herself against my front. “Vale...”
I kiss her, deeply, thoroughly, intently. She climbs me, arms around my neck, and wraps her legs around my waist.
“May I... may I steal you away? Just for a couple hours, my star?” I ask softly, into her loose hair.
She nods silently and I stride out onto the outer stairs.
I leap into the air and transform, my grip on my treasure tight.
I turn south, flying fast towards the southernmost peninsula of Guivre, that reaches far into the Dannet Sea.
Ollie’s little arms and legs are wrapped around one of my forearms as I fly.
I know she prefers to be upon my back but I don’t stop.
Over Southside and to the beach and down nearer the ground.
I head directly for a large, pink sandstone slab, wide and angled gradually towards the water.
I land on my back legs and carefully lower her down.
Her body slides against me, her dress rucking up on my scales.
Once her feet are steady, she looks to me, big coral eyes blinking.
She knows what I need.
She knows. She understands me.
She doesn’t break my gaze as she reaches down and grabs the hem of her dress. She pulls it up and off in a smooth go as my neck flexes down to place our eyes at the same level. She’s nude and perfect in front of me as she slowly lowers herself to sun-warmed stone and spreads her legs.
“Take me, please, sir. I am yours.”
Words we played with for years.
My star. My treasure.
I growl and my cock starts to emerge from my sheath. My full, dragon-sized cock has always been too much for her, like this—without prep. She would need me to be in control, gentle. And I don’t have that in me right now.
So I change my dick to my half-shifted form that I know Ollie can take, even as it fully emerges, dripping and throbbing for my mate. Still much larger than a Fae, with a more pointed end and the ridges that Ollie loves.
Ollie. My mate.
My heart mate. That’s it. That’s what I need.
I position myself over Oleander. My voice enters her mind, and I am so pleased she still allows it.
Can you still take me in this manner, treasure?
“Don’t hold back, my dragon.”
As soon as I hear that, I use the prehensile talons on my wings to pin Ollie’s arms over her head as my front paws land next to her head. I curl my back so I can hold her down and fuck her. I am on the smaller end for a dragon, but still much larger than her.
I lower my hips and thrust aimlessly, getting us lined up and spreading my pre-cum over her cunt. She’ll need it, I think, a tiny bit spitefully.
Her hips rock upward.
Knees to your ears, treasure. Show me you still know who owns this pussy, I say into her mind.
She obeys, mindless, lax, lost already. I press into her, fast, hard.
She squeals, struggling under me. I start to fuck her, roughly, desperate.
The only—tenuous—hold I keep to reality, to any thought except her insanely tight cunt gripped over my dragon cock, is for her word that requires my yielding.
A word we settled on long ago, and I would never violate, no matter my state.
She’s wet, and I’m dripping, but I’m large.
You’re going to take every...
Thrust.
Single.
Thrust.
Bit.
Thrust.
I want you to fucking struggle for it, Oleander.
She whimpers and moans, tossing her head back and forth, legs dropped all the way out, fully open for me. Her muscles are loose and she is indescribably gorgeous, laying nude and spread for me, taking my long dragon cock.
I’m lost to her, to the feel of her tight cunt over me, to her soft body under me, to the knowledge that she came back to me.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Yes, yours, she responds into my mind and I realize I’ve been chanting ‘mine’ to her with each thrust of my aching cock.
Her back curves off the warm rock and I wrap my tail under her, lifting her more, angling her hips down.
I curl it further so I can feed her the end to suck on. She placidly, given the intense fucking she’s taking, opens her mouth. She suckles the end of my tail as if it was a cock, moaning around it. My treasure.
You look so pretty taking my cock. Getting railed by your dragon.
I will not last long, not like this, not with this insane need to own her driving me. But the thickness of me, either half or wholly shifted, and my ridges, make it damn near impossible to deny Ollie an orgasm, even if that was my intent.
And it’s not.
Cum, I command.
Cum on my cock, star. Fucking grip me.
She nods, my tail still in her mouth.
She does, her already tight cunt clamping down hungrily, strangling my dick. She screams around my tail, back arching further.
I’m going to fill you up, treasure.
Please, please, she begs, though her body is still tense.
It’s gonna hurt, star, there’s so much.
Please, she repeats in my mind.
And at that, I bury myself inside her, pinning her with my body to the stone below as my cock jets into her womb.
She squirms, legs scrabbling, as I cum, long and hard, into her sweet little cunt. I drop my head, arching my neck to place my cheek against hers.
My balls throb, pulling up, and I cum again, my seed shooting into her.
Little evolutionary peculiarity. No guarantee a dragoness would ever let you near her again, so better have lots of seed and get it all out in one go, best way to make a hatchling. I’m never as drained as when we fuck while I’m in my shifted form.
Ollie moans, hips trying to lift but pinned under my scaled body.
I let out a growl, my dragon disliking her moving in any way that might indicate her escape.
One more, treasure. Try to relax, I gasp into her mind just before a third orgasm takes me. I feel my cum squelch out around my cock, Ollie filled to the brim already. I grip her thigh with my tail as I thrust roughly and fill her with more dragon seed.
Take it. Take it all, you naughty slut. Leaving me. How fucking dare you?
I fuck her through my last orgasm, my fluid all over her thighs and my body and the warm boulder beneath us.
I’m sorry, Vale. I was wrong.
Her words are exhausted, but I can feel the sorrow in them.
I draw my cock out of her abused pussy. Her hand drops to her lower belly but I quickly wrap my tail around it.
Nuh-uh, treasure. I wanna see. I wanna taste. Besides, I curl my dragon-lips upward in a smile, feel that ache, star.
“Ugh, Vale, please,” she says, voice cracking.
I slide back, laying flat in front of her spread legs.
She’s wide open and my pleasure is in a blue puddle under her. She’s dripping.
I gently lay a paw on her belly as I lower my head to her cunt. I press and my seed gushes out. I lick up her slit to her squeal and wiggle.
As I clean her up, I ask, Sore, precious star?
“Yes.”
Good. I’ll leave some of this mess, because I want you to take my full dragon cock now.
She whimpers.
Yes, sir.