Chapter 19
Jewel
The edge in his voice makes me shiver. I nod. “I want to see it. I want to see you.”
A wild look comes over his face, almost predatory, and then his whole body gives one violent quake. Suddenly, my hand is stretched, my thumb forced apart from my fingers when a second cock appears in my grip. This must be the half-shift he was talking about.
Now, instead of one dark-green, ridged shaft in my hands, I’m holding two, one on top of the other. The new one, the lower one, is a little thicker and has a wide, textured band across the base, but it’s otherwise identical to the one I’ve played with and tasted before.
“My knot,” he explains, touching the band at the base. “It’ll swell and lock us together if I come inside you.”
My core clenches at the thought of his thick cock growing even thicker inside me, even as my logical mind wonders whether that’s even safe for a human. Guess we’ll find out.
I take a shaft in each hand and experiment with stroking them both at once. Judging from the garbled noises Myrran makes and the way his eyes slam shut, he likes it. God, they’re huge, though. I can take one of those, but both? There’s no way.
“I know I said I could handle two…” I begin, feeling humbled by my own overconfidence. “I don’t want to disappoint you, but I don’t think I can.”
Myrran opens one eye, his slitted pupil watching me as one hand moves to caress my cheek.
“You won’t be able to take them both at tonight, but if we put in a little time and effort to prepare you, you can.
If you want to,” he quickly adds. “If you want both in your pussy, you can have it. You want one in front and one in back—a knot in your pussy and ridges massaging your ass or vice versa—any configuration, we can set a goal and work on it together.”
My mouth is dry. Either prospect makes me pant. I didn’t even know I wanted it—didn’t even know it was possible—but now I am impatient to make it happen.
“I want it all,” I blurt out.
“That’s my Jewel. You want something, and you go out there and get it.” He chuckles affectionately, tugging me upright, and then methodically removes my skirt, top, and bra. He pauses at my plain, nude thong, standard model-issue underwear. “How much do you love these panties?”
I shrug, laughing. “I just got some new ones from my dragon, actually, so…go for it.” He cuts through them with his claws, reducing them to a scrap of fabric on the floor and looking way too pleased with himself.
“I love doing that,” he says, and the two heavy cocks bobbing between his legs say he’s telling the truth.
He stoops to pick up something from the pile of presents.
It’s a small, black box, tied with a black bow.
It looks fancy, if not very Christmassy.
“Here. One more gift before I claim my mate. This will help us get started, since you’re so eager to take all of me. ”
The box is heavier than I expect. I untie the silk ribbon and lift the lid. A sleek, stainless steel butt plug rests in a velvet lining, a bright-green faceted stone winking from the base. I bite my lip, grinning. “You picked this out for me?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“I picked all this out for you. You know that. Everything is for you.” He has a bottle of lube in his hand, and he flashes it at me. “You going to be a good little deer and get on your hands and knees, or are you going to make me chase you around the room first?”
His cocks are leaking a small puddle on the floor, and his voice has the seductive purr of a predator. I have no doubt he’d love to chase me, but tonight I’m not playing hard-to-get. I kneel on all fours in the soft cushions, arching my back so he has full access.
Myrran swears softly under his breath, and then I feel the cool slide of lube down my crack, followed by the warm press of his thumb working it into me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he presses his knuckle against my tight hole.
Just that tiny taboo promise of pleasure gives me a whole lookbook of feelings. “Relax for me, sweetness.”
I do my best, rocking back against him as he adds more lube. The next time I lean into him, I feel the cool touch of the toy’s tapered tip. Then a slight burn as it stretches me open. I take deep breaths, doing my best not to resist its unyielding pressure.
With all the lube, my enthusiasm, and Myrran’s firm guidance, it slips in easily, surprising us both. And…wow. It looked pretty small in the box, especially compared to his cocks, but the intensity of the sensation makes me suck in a breath.
It feels…good. Challenging, overwhelming, and a little silly, but good.
“Look at you,” he whispers, spreading my cheeks with his thumbs to admire the plug’s glittering gem. “So pretty, all stuffed and sparkling.”
I wiggle my ass at him to let him know that there are plenty of parts of me that are empty and waiting.
“Fuck,” he says crisply, gripping my hips and drawing them back so he can notch one of his cocks in place. Then, with a snap of his body, he drives home, plunging deep inside me with his upper cock. “So tight, but I’m going to stretch you out until both my cocks can take you at the same time.”
I shudder at his filthy words. His ridges feel incredible rubbing inside me, especially in combination with the unfamiliar fullness from the plug. His lower cock swings beneath, slapping against my clit with each thrust.
Every abrupt contact pushes me closer to my peak as all the intense sensations jumble into one. His clawed grip, the invading force of his dragon cock, the naughty plug in my ass that I imagine as his knot swelling and lodging there, the slap of his second heavy erection.
“Take all of me, alokoi,” Myrran groans, reaching forward to grip the back of my neck so he can sink as deep as possible before pulling out again in a delicious textured drag.
“God, yes,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Come for me now. Come on my cock,” he coaxes, love permeating his gentle order.
“Not yet,” I hiss. “It feels too good. I want to make it last.”
“Let go.” He squeezes my hip encouragingly. “Don’t worry. You can have seconds on the other one.”
Oh, right. He has two cocks for me to ride. Yes. With a whimper, I fall apart, dropping to my elbows as he fucks me through one of the most intense, animalistic orgasms of my life. I don’t know if it’s the plug or the position or just Myrran’s magic touch, but I scream and claw my way through it.
Somehow, he doesn’t come until I’ve wrung out every drop of pleasure I can. Then, when he’s sure I’ve had my turn, he pulls out and paints my back with hot, sticky stripes.
Surprised he didn’t come inside me like last time, I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. He’s staring down at my back with his upper cock still in his hand, pride on his face like he just created a masterpiece.
He notices me watching and smiles sheepishly. “I wanted to mark you as mine. You don’t mind, do you? I like it when you smell like me.”
“Nope,” I mumble, still trying to catch my breath. “That was hot.”
He runs his hand over my back, rubbing his smoky, bittersweet scent into my skin. I can feel his unfulfilled lower cock bumping against the back of my thigh, begging for me to sit on it. My still-buzzing clit is a big fan of the idea.
“How long do we have before the feast?” I ask, mentally calculating whether I’ll have time to redo my makeup after a round two.
“We’re going to miss it,” Myrran says, laughing. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of this room tonight. The hive knows how it is with new mates. They’ll leave us plates outside the door, and you can meet them all tomorrow. Why, are you hungry?”
I roll over and sit up, every movement making the plug in my ass to send sparks through my nerve endings. I eye the fat cock I haven’t yet had the pleasure of fucking. “Not for dinner.”
We end up in Myrran’s nest, his back propped up against the wall while I straddle his lap again, this time with his lower cock inside me and his half-hard upper one rubbing my clit.
Somehow, the ridges on it are still hard even though the shaft isn’t, and it provides the perfect texture to grind against.
While I rock and roll my way toward a second thigh-quaking orgasm, he lavishes my breasts with attention, alternately licking and pinching my nipples while I hang onto his horns for dear life.
The build is slower this time. Sweeter, punctuated with kisses.
The plug feels like a hug from the inside, like a treasured secret.
Myrran’s guttural noises sound like praise to my ears.
I control the perfect pace. It feels like it could go on forever like this, stretching out our pleasure from now to infinity…
Until his tail snakes around my back, toying with the base of the plug, twisting and tugging on it as I ride my dragon. I have to clamp down to keep it in place, which clamps down on Myrran’s cock in my pussy, which hits me in such a deep place inside that it rattles my core.
“Baby,” I gasp, clinging to him. “What are you doing to me?”
“What does it feel like?” he growls, gripping my waist to pull me close so we’re skin-on-scales, moving as one.
Like love. Deep, invincible, constant love.
My eyes roll back as we find a delicious rhythm that makes my thighs shake. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful.
“Oh, fuck, Myrran," I gasp. I’m so close, so fucking close, and he senses it, his whole posture changing.
“That’s it, pretty human. You’re right there. Come with me. Let me take you home.” I feel his balls tighten, his body tense briefly, and then my pussy floods with molten heat. The knot at the base of his cock swells, stretching me even further and locking him inside.
Somehow, my body accommodates him, and the combined sensations of the plug and his knot pushing against each other sets off my own indulgent release.
My inner walls grasp around his knot as my hips involuntarily grind out the rest of my orgasm.
It’s so powerful, it leaves me drained and only barely conscious.
The next thing I know, Myrran’s hugging me tight, murmuring in my ear, “Relax, sweetness. I don’t want to hurt you. If you move too much, you might tear.”
“So full,” I whimper, clinging to him.
“I know,” he says soothingly. He strokes my back, which helps me calm down and regulate my breathing a little. “You were amazing, Jewel. Incredible. I can’t believe how perfect you are. Just a little bit longer until the swelling goes down.”
“How long does the knot last?”
“Um, funny you should ask.” He gives an uneasy chuckle. “I don’t actually know. I’ve never knotted anyone before, so…”
“Never?!”
“Never wanted to with anyone else. The books say one to four hours, depending on the dragon.”
“That’s a big range.” A disbelieving laugh huffs out of me. That’s how he knew we were going to miss the feast.
“I can help you a little bit if you let me take out the plug.” When I nod, I feel his tail gently grasp the base, easing it out of me. With its exit comes a huge feeling of relief as it makes a little more room for Myrran’s girth. “Better?”
“Mhm.” I lean forward to rest my head on his shoulder, drowsiness overtaking my senses.
I’m barely conscious when he lifts me up and carries me to the big, marble bathroom attached to his lair.
Our lair. One conjoined shower later, I’m feeling even more relaxed and comfortable, even though we’re still stuck together.
Four full hours later, when his knot subsides as we lie together in our nest, feeding each other chocolates from yet another of the extraordinary gifts my mate has collected for me, I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than in my dragon’s arms.
Seen. Known. Cherished.