Chapter 13 #4
The breath sticks in my throat. Because of all the things I’ve ever seen in my life, this has to be the most memorable.
The gold seams continue down his legs, and the outline of scales makes him both alien and irresistible.
My gaze drops lower, and my mouth goes dry. His cock is... not human. Thick, ridged, and longer than anything I’ve ever imagined, it rises from a base that flares with subtle, flexible scales. A faint, golden shimmer runs along pulsing veins that seem to shift and ripple under the skin.
Two smaller, tentacle-like tendrils curl gently at the sides, already reaching toward me as if they have a mind of their own.
The head is broader and tapered, with a soft ridge that promises friction in all the right places.
It twitches under my stare, a bead of iridescent fluid glistening at the tip.
“Vyrathion...” I whisper, equal parts awe and hunger.
He steps closer in the cramped hut, the rain drumming a wild rhythm on the leafy roof. One large hand cups my cheek, surprisingly gentle despite the raw power thrumming through him. “I will be careful, little female. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nod, heart hammering, and reach for him.
My fingers barely circle his girth. The scales are warm silk over steel, and the tendrils stroke my wrist with feather-light touches that send sparks straight to my core.
He growls low, a dragon’s rumble that vibrates through my bones, and kisses me deeply.
His tongue teases mine with that same careful restraint.
He lowers me onto the soft pile of leaves.
His hands make quick work of my remaining garments, peeling it all away until I’m bare beneath him.
Cool air kisses my skin, but his heat chases it away as he settles between my thighs.
Those tendrils explore first— one circling my clit with slick, rhythmic pulses while the other teases my entrance, coaxing wetness from me in eager waves.
“Oh…,” I moan, hips arching, wanting the full experience.
Vyrathion watches my face as he positions himself. The broad head presses in slowly, stretching me with a delicious burn. The ridges catch and drag, each one sending jolts of pleasure deeper. I gasp, nails digging into his scaled back, and he pauses, breathing ragged.
“Perfect,” he rasps, voice thick with lust. “You fit me like you were made for this.”
Inch by careful inch he sinks deeper. The tendrils wrap around my thighs, holding me open and stroking sensitive spots I didn’t know existed.
When he’s fully seated, the base flares gently, locking us together in a way that makes every tiny shift feel electric.
We stay like that for a breathless moment—joined, pulsing, the rain masking our sounds.
Then he begins to move. Slow, powerful thrusts that build steadily.
His hips roll with draconic grace, the alien texture of him stroking every wall inside me.
One tendril flicks rapidly over my clit while the other teases the softness around it, pushing me toward the edge faster than I thought possible.
I cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.
“More,” I beg. “Don’t hold back.”
His control frays. Thrusts grow harder, faster, the hut filling with the wet sounds of our joining and his deepening growls.
Sweat and rain-mist slick our skin. He bends to suckle one nipple, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweetly, while his hand grips my hip, claws retracted but fingers possessive.
The pleasure coils tighter, brighter. Every ridge, every pulse, every flex of those tendrils drives me higher until I shatter—orgasm crashing through me in waves that make my vision spark with blue light. My walls clench around his massive length, milking him.
Vyrathion roars softly, burying himself to the hilt as his own release hits.
Hot, glowing seed floods me, the tendrils pulsing in rhythm, prolonging my climax until I’m trembling and boneless beneath him.
He stays inside me as we come down, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips with surprising tenderness.
“Mine,” he murmurs against my skin, still hard, still perfect inside me. Outside, the jungle rain continues, but in our little hut, there is only heat, and the promise of more.
It takes me a while to recover my senses.
Then I curl up on his lap, around his still stiff manhood. “This is nice.”
“Not bad, for this planet,” Vyrathion agrees, putting one hand on my shoulder and one on my butt to keep me in place.
Outside, lightning flashes and briefly turns the shelter walls silver. Darkness returns almost immediately afterward, and I feel myself beginning to drift toward sleep.
Then something enormous slams into the island.
I yelp. “What was that?”
The impact shakes the ground hard. Leaves and twigs rain from the roof. Somewhere outside, a tree cracks with a sound like breaking bone. Beside me, Vyrathion's eyes open at once, and for a heartbeat neither of us moves while we listen to the storm.
Then a deep roar rolls across the floodwater outside.
The monster has returned.