Chapter 24 #3
Then her head fell back and her eyes flicked open wide, only to glaze over as her movements settled and she stiffened.
A long, drawn-out, pleasure-filled moan racked her so deeply that it shuddered her entire body, making her breasts shake and her stomach hollow.
He ducked his thumb down so he could feel her opening saturate the pad as it quivered and pulsed, and he used the webbing of his hand to keep her climax going.
But it was the sweet little word at the end of her cry that made liquid crawl up his cock to release a hefty, thick drop of pre-cum.
“Kier,” she rasped, and he almost lost it.
A tremor racked him as he released her so he could quake above her on all fours.
Horny. So fucking horny. He was laden with seed, pent-up, and aching.
Hotter than before, blood rushed through his veins until his very muscles swelled, and he clenched his eyes against the all-consuming urge to mount her. She sounds so pretty moaning my name.
She smelled pretty, had tasted pretty. When he opened his eyes again, she looked so alluring, flushed with desire and satisfaction as she languidly panted with her head thrown to the side.
His hungry gaze darted down to her pussy bared to him, her spread thighs, how she was open to him so trustingly. She’d be so soft, and hot, and tight around me. Ready and prepared after her orgasm. How much would he stretch her? Could he sink in deep enough that she took his knot?
He thought he was an acceptable size for her currently.
His claws stabbed into the bedding as his cock, thick, heavy, and throbbing like crazy to the point it was driving him mad, gave a hard jerk.
He shuddered as he thought, Imagine her around my knot as I come inside her. Fuck, his cock swelled again, even harder, and his vision blurred for a moment as pre-cum dripped onto her thigh. Want inside her so badly.
A gloved hand slipped over the top of his snout, and he lifted it to look at her face. Her expression was a sympathetic wince around his laboured huffs.
“I can ease you,” she whispered, lifting the other hand.
His eyes rolled back when she cupped the underside of his twitching ache, and he instantly thrust into her palm.
The relief was minute, but much needed, and he let out a snorted huff of pleasure.
He brought his knees up under him to stay above her while giving himself more space so they didn’t touch.
He placed a steadying, straightened arm on either side of her and panted out a groan when she wrapped her hand around him and stroked upwards. She increased the pressure when she went down, and he thrust into it, thankful her glove went past her wrist when he slid over it.
“I didn’t expect it to be pink all over, or so exposed.” She nibbled her bottom lip. “Are the gloves okay?”
“I don’t care right now,” he blurted. It was half a lie, as they weren’t overly nice, but half truthful; he’d take anything from her at this moment. He just wanted to fucking come. “Don’t stop.”
Her lips curled as if miraculously he’d said the right thing, and she stroked faster. Her breasts, one free and the other covered, jiggled with each of her movements. It was such a tantalising view that they almost made this torture worth it.
He couldn’t quite see his own cock in this position, but he twisted his head to glimpse what he could of her. He lifted a paw, let his claws catch the material protecting her from him, and shoved it up until it bundled around her throat.
Perhaps he should’ve asked, but he needed more, and seeing her completely bare to him worked wonders.
He took in every inch of her light-brown skin. How her breaths caved in her soft stomach, how her sides dipped in, only to flare out at her wide hips. How she seemed to glow in the firelight, or perhaps his mind was making things up as she stroked his cock.
The smell of her orgasm and continuing arousal was strong, as if she was enjoying touching him, and Kier basked in it. He panted down at her, and goosebumps rose across her body as if his breath tickled her, proving to him once more that she really was sensitive all over.
She’d be amazing to fuck, he thought with a pitiful groan as the base of his cock began to swell. She’d be really wet. Come really easily. If all this was enough to stimulate her, he could only imagine how she’d be around a wild, pumping dick stretching her out, taking her, claiming her.
Carwyn hesitated the next time she glided her hand down and her fingers grazed over his thickening knot. He instantly bucked into the caress, shuddering at the sensitivity, and dug his claws deeper into the bedding to stop himself from losing control.
It was all he could do not to fuck into her hand roughly or bear his weight down on her as he mindlessly rutted nothing but the plane of her stomach. Her body was too exposed right now for him to even try.
A weird sound ripped from his throat when she lifted her other hand to cup his knot, having realised it felt good for him, and Kier clenched his eyes shut as he gnashed his fangs.
“Fuck, Carwyn. Don’t stop,” he grated huskily, resisting every instinctual urge that slammed into him at once.
Then she did something that twisted his chest. She made a giddy sound as she stroked him faster, stronger, brushing over the pointed tip of his dick with one hand while also caressing the swelling, round base with the other.
She upped the pressure and his eyes nearly fucking crossed.
She put more excitement into it, her breaths shallowing, as if the mere action aroused her.
A quaking shudder rippled down his back, causing his wings to rustle and his tail to twist as his spine raced with a tingle.
His eyes rolled back once more as he thought, Heavens, she’s really going to make me come like this.
His groin electrified as his balls drew up tight within him, and he dampened his impassioned roar at the last second when the first rope of semen climbed up his pulsating shaft to splatter against her chest and cheek.
A soft gasp broke from her before she pointed the head of him downwards, and Kier released heavily against her torso.
She kept stroking him, pushing his seed from him as he twitched in her palms. Each of his breaths grew more strangled as bliss and relief tore themselves into him, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He absentmindedly and desperately rocked into her hands, giving his hips the movement they ached for. His right arm wobbled, and he readjusted it while bringing himself that little bit closer.
Then she kneaded his knot constantly with hard squeezes, and he let out a palpable, quaking groan that shuddered him from wings to tail tip. Fuck. That feels phenomenal. She brought forth his next rope of semen quicker.
“Uhhh, Kier?” she asked, and he peeked open his eyes just enough to see her frowning. “When does it, uh, stop?”
He shut his eyes momentarily in bliss before a soft, weak chuckle fell from him. He realised then that her arms were shaking with exertion from holding them up, so he grabbed her underdress and took one satisfying glance at her drenched in his cum before he threw it down to cover her.
He laid down, clamping his cock between them, and couldn’t help himself from rocking against her clit when he felt the base of his knot squish against it.
“It takes a while for us to completely come in dragon form.”
He was pulled between the pleasure that continued to lash him and the humour at her dumbfounded gawk. Even now his release was slowing, each spurt taking longer, until he’d eventually finish. It’d be longer if he was inside her, and far more blissful.
“However, we do empty ourselves completely, so you’ll be quite safe from me... for a little while.”
“Oh gods,” she – hopefully – falsely whined as she threw her sweat-slicked face to the side. “That sounds tiresome.”
“This is usually a time for cuddling,” he informed her, leaning down to rub the side of his head against her cheek.
“A cuddle sounds nice,” she murmured, so he dug an arm under her to give her what she sought.
After a few minutes, Kier hummed in relief when the last of his seed released against her stomach. He’d remain hard for quite some time, and incapable of sheathing himself while his knot was swollen.
“But I do need a bath. Immediately,” she said, burying her face against his rough neck and rubbing her nose back and forth. The open affection right against his scales was welcome. “In the nice one, dragon.”
Finally a little more at ease than he had been for days, he practically purred against her as his eyelids drooped in satisfaction.
“Whatever you wish, Carwyn.” He bumped his snout against her affectionately. “But I will watch, and you will be naked this time.”
“Ugh! How did I know you were going to say that?!”
His mouth quirked into a smirk. She understands me well already.