Chapter 68 Irena
IRENA
I’m trembling, but it’s no longer from fear.
Valen is between my thighs, his hands warm and steady, his mouth leaving a trail of fire across my skin. Every place he touches feels right. Perfect. Like he’s not taking anything from me—like he’s giving something instead.
I love that he took the time to get me ready first.
His tongue traced the shell of my ear, whispering hot, dirty promises that made my pussy clench.
He worshipped my breasts until I was nearly sobbing, his teeth grazing my nipples before soothing them with soft sucks.
He kissed down my stomach—pausing to kiss my navel, making me giggle and squirm—before finally burying his face between my legs and devouring me like he was a starving man and I was a feast.
I never imagined my first time would feel like this.
When he finally lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes are dark with want—but there’s something else there too—care…
restraint. His lips and chin are glistening with my wetness when he kisses me, feeding me my own secret flavor on his tongue.
It makes me moan—I want him in me! I wasn’t sure before but now I am. I spread my thighs eagerly for him.
For a moment, I feel the blunt head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. I try to brace myself for what’s to come—spreading my thighs to be more open for him.
I haven’t forgotten what I saw in the vision the Door of Uncertainty sent me—the way that other me offered herself to the Drake…
the way she stretched to take his heavy shaft.
I know Valen isn’t as big as the beast inside him, of course, but he’s still extremely large… and I’m really tight down there.
But just as I’m sure he’s going to enter me, he sits up instead. He reaches up and begins untying the silken bonds around my wrists.
“What are you doing?” I ask softly, startled. “Aren’t you going to…to take me?”
“Yes, but I think you need to be on top, sweetheart,” he rumbles, his voice a low vibration that goes straight to my already-throbbing center. “It’ll give you more control. We can go at your pace—you decide how much you take…how fast you want me.”
My breath catches in my throat—on top? I’ve never even thought about doing something like that. My upbringing screams that it’s improper—shameful and dirty.
But the way he looks at me overrides the knee-jerk reaction I feel. It’s like he’s offering me the reins instead of taking them…like he wants to watch me come apart while I ride him.
He won’t just be taking me—I’ll be taking him too.
That thought makes something inside me quiver and a hot, possessive thrill shoots through me.
“All right,” I say, lifting my chin. “I’ll be on top.”
My words seem to please Valen because he gives me a lazy smile and strokes my cheek.
“That’s my brave girl. I knew you’d be up for a ride. Come on, Princess—mount up.”
He lies on his back and helps me carefully, his hands strong and sure on my waist, guiding me to straddle him. I look down once he’s in position. He’s lying back against the moss that covers the black pedestal, his powerful body stretched beneath mine.
He’s magnificent like this—his broad chest rising and falling, every muscle defined in the pulsing light, dark hair spilling around his shoulders like a waterfall of black silk.
His cock is thick and flushed, standing proudly against his stomach, a bead of clear fluid beading on the tip of the broad head.
Oh Goddess.
I swallow hard, my mouth going dry. He’s so much bigger from this angle.
Valen seems to sense my hesitation because he reaches up and cups my face gently, his thumb stroking my cheek.
“Look at me, sweetheart—I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You tell me when…you tell me how fast and you tell me how much. You own this. You own me right now.”
I nod, gathering my courage, and take a deep breath—I can do this. We can do it together.
When I reach down between us, my fingers trembling, and wrap my hand around his hard length, he lets out a choked groan.
“Gods, baby, your hands are always so soft,” he growls.
I let out a small, nervous laugh.
“You’re the exact opposite of soft,” I point out, caressing his heated length.
He gives me a half-lidded smile.
“Fuck, baby—can’t help getting hard for you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His compliment gives me a surge of confidence. It’s funny—growing up at Court, I always felt ugly. Too big…too fat. But Valen has never made me feel anything but gorgeous—even back when we hated each other.
I don’t hate him anymore—now I want him inside me.
I guide him to me, the broad, slick head nudging against my soaked entrance, and I feel the magic hum in response—a warm, welcoming pulse that eases me open inch by inch.
He’s so big—so thick. But the Lady of Thornmere wasn’t lying—the honey the bathing flowers coated me with yesterday seems to still be working, even though Valen licked it off. I’m able to take him…but only just.
I gasp as I lower myself, the stretch intense but not painful—not like I feared.
It’s a tight fullness—a delicious pressure that steals the air from my lungs.
The magic helps me accommodate him, my body yielding instead of resisting, opening like a flower for his thickness.
I sink down slowly, feeling every ridge and every impossible inch as he fills me and opens my pussy with his cock.
“Oh…Valen,” I breathe, clutching his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“That’s it, Princess,” he groans, his head falling back against the pedestal, the cords in his neck standing out. “That’s it—take me deep.”
“I…I’m trying,” I pant.
I have the feeling he’s holding himself back from thrusting up into me. He’s giving me complete control—just like he promised.
“Slow,” he growls. “Just like that. Take all of me, baby. You can do it. Such a good girl, opening up your pretty little pussy for me…taking my cock so deep.”
His hot, dirty words are like a drug. I sink lower—a low moan rising from my throat as my hips finally meet his. At last, I’m seated fully on him, impaled to the hilt.
The fullness steals my breath. I’m trembling a little—but not from fear—from sensation. From the overwhelming, incredible knowledge that he’s inside me…that I’ve taken all of him. I can feel him throbbing within me, a hot, living presence.
We both freeze, panting.
“I…I can’t believe I was able to take all of you,” I say at last.
“How does it feel?” he asks, his deep voice strained, his hands hovering at my hips, not moving.
“Incredible,” I whisper, rolling my hips experimentally. A bolt of pure pleasure shoots up my spine. Goddess, I like this feeling—the feeling of the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
“Really?” he asks.
“It’s…a little overwhelming,” I admit. “But also so good. So full.”
He exhales slowly beneath me, a shudder running through his frame.
“Fuck, you feel perfect around me, baby—so tight and hot.” His hands settle on my hips, his grip firm but not controlling. “Why don’t you ride me now? Grind that pretty little pussy down on my cock—fuck me.”
His words make me blush…but in a good way. I can’t believe how wanton I am—straddling a huge Dragon Shifter and taking all of his cock deep in my pussy. And now he wants me to fuck him—and I’m going to do it.
I begin to move, tentative at first, lifting myself almost all the way off him before sinking back down again.
The glide is exquisite—a slow, slippery friction that makes us both gasp.
I do it again, finding a rhythm…learning the right angle.
Every downward stroke sends sparks through me, lighting up nerves I didn't know I had. It feels amazing.
Valen groans softly, his eyes locked on my face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses it. His hands tighten just a little, but he doesn’t thrust. He lets me take what I need.
It makes me feel powerful…desired. Worshipped.
“That’s it, Princess,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Use me. Ride me just how you want to. Look at you…so beautiful, fucking yourself on my cock.”
Emboldened, I move harder…faster, dropping my weight down onto him with more force. The slap of skin against skin echoes in the chamber, mingling with our ragged breaths.
Valen seems to sense that I’m fully comfortable now. He meets me, his hands tightening on my waist and lifting his hips off the pedestal in a shallow, upward thrust that drives him even deeper. His shaft brushes a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“Oh! Right there!” I cry out, my rhythm faltering.
“Here?” he growls, doing it again, hitting that perfect, devastating spot with pinpoint accuracy.
“Yes! Goddess, yes!”
I lose all semblance of control.
I ride him frantically, chasing the pleasure that’s peaking inside me. My breasts bounce with each frantic movement, my nipples tight with need.
“That’s right, baby—ride me hard,” Valen growls.
He sits up, wrapping one arm around my back to support me, his other hand sliding between our bodies. His thumb finds my clit, circling it with firm, knowing pressure which sends sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
“Oh, Goddess, Valen!” I sob, my movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. The pleasure is a tidal wave, rising too fast to outrun. It’s going to drown me any minute. “I’m—I’m close—so close!”
“So am I,” he growls against my throat, his thrusts becoming more urgent, driving up into me as I grind down. “Do you want me to pull out?”
My heart stutters in my chest.
Oh Goddess…this is the moment—the risk.
The sacrifice.
I think of my mother—pale and fading. Of my father’s empty throne. Of everything I’d give to save her. But I also think of this—of the feeling of him buried inside me, of the connection, the rightness. I don’t want it to end.
I want all of him.
“No,” I whisper, pulling back to meet his blazing gaze. My voice is stronger than I expect. “Stay. Come inside me. Fill me up.”
His eyes widen, then darken with a possessiveness so fierce it steals my breath.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hips jerking. “Irena…you’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “Give me everything.”
A raw, animal sound tears from his chest—it sounds like his Drake’s voice overlaid with his own.
“Fuck, baby—feels so fucking good!” he groans.
He crushes me to him, his mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss as his control shatters. He holds me tight and pumps up into me, once, twice, three more deep, grinding thrusts—and then he stills, buried to the hilt inside me.
I feel it the moment he comes. A hot, pulsing rush deep inside me—jet after jet of his seed flooding my womb.
The sensation triggers my own pleasure, which had been teetering on the edge. I moan into his mouth, my pussy spasming around his shaft, milking him through both our releases in endless waves.
The magic in the room surges—the sigils floating above our heads are blazing. The golden globe above us is glowing so brightly it’s like a small sun has been born in the chamber.
I cling to Valen, breathless and shaking, utterly spent. For a long moment, all I can do is rest my forehead against his, our panting breaths mingling, my heart pounding against his.
It’s worth it, I tell myself, feeling the warm, wet evidence of our love-making seep between my thighs. Whatever comes of this…it’s worth it.
Valen strokes my back gently, his large hand caressing a path down my spine.
“How do you feel?” he asks. “Everything all right, Princess?”
“More than all right,” I murmur and nuzzle him, rubbing my cheek against his.
“You did so good,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “My brave, perfect Princess.” He kisses me gently and looks into my eyes. “Taking me so deep…letting me claim you. You’re mine now, Princess. No matter what happens next—mine.”
And for the first time since this journey began, wrapped in his arms, filled with his seed, I believe him completely. I want to be his—his forever.
But how can that work when I know I have to go home?