Chapter 85 Valen
VALEN
The world is still around us, wrapped in the hush of the spell the Sorceress cast. That glowing dome of violet light thrums like a heartbeat, pulsing faintly in the silence.
We’re alone inside it, just the two of us—no enemies, no obligations.
Just Irena, looking up at me with those wide silver-green eyes full of trust… and hesitation.
Gods, she’s fucking beautiful.
Her gown is gone—she shed it like a second skin after whispering that she was ready.
Now she kneels naked in the center of the moss-soft bed of the glade, her long, golden-brown hair spilling around her shoulders, her full breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath.
There’s a flush on her cheeks, but her chin is tilted up, brave and regal and so fucking sweet I ache with the sight of her.
And I ache elsewhere too.
My cock is hard—has been since the moment she said yes. My Drake is prowling inside me, restless and impatient. He wants to come forward—to complete the Bond in his form—to feel the tight squeeze of her pussy around that thick double knot we grow when we Shift.
Not yet, I tell him. Not until she’s ready. Not until she’s mine in every way as a man first.
The Drake growls low in my chest, but I know he agrees.
He needs her. I need her. Not just her body—though fuck, I want that too—but her.
Her spirit…her soul. Her stubborn fire and fragile softness and everything in between.
I want to pour myself into her until she knows exactly how much I fucking love her.
I want to make her mine—ours—forever.
“Irena,” I growl, my voice rough as gravel.
I move toward her slowly, crawling across the moss on my hands and knees like a beast stalking its mate. I’m already naked since I ruin clothes in a Shift and my cock is long and thick between my legs.
“Are you sure, Princess?” I ask her.
She swallows hard.
“I’m sure. I want this—I want you.”
Those three little words hit me like a punch to the gut and I can feel my heart fisting in my chest. I’m not sure I deserve them, not after all the things I’ve done—but I’m going to earn them now…every single one.
I reach her and lean in to kiss her. Not hard, not hungry—not yet. I’m soft and gentle this time—my lips brushing hers like a vow.
Her mouth opens for me, sweet and yielding, and I taste her again.
She raises up on her knees and her arms go around my neck as she presses close, her bare skin against mine, warm and soft and perfect.
I love the feeling of her breasts against my chest…
of her sweet, naked, curvy body rubbing against mine.
The scent of her—wildflowers and honey and pure, feminine arousal—wraps around me, pulling me deeper.
I lift her up easily and lay her back on the flower petal bed, following her down. Her thighs part for me without hesitation, but I can’t take her yet—first I have to get her ready. And gods, do I want to get her ready—I want to taste her.
I settle between her legs, my hands sliding up the insides of her thighs, pushing them wider. She’s already glistening for me, her sweet pussy swollen and slick with need. I groan, the sound torn from my chest.
“Fuck, look at you, Princess. So pretty…all laid out just for me.”
“Valen, please…” Her voice is breathless.
I don’t tease her. I lower my head and lick her, flattening my tongue to cover her entire pussy.
Her hips buck, a sharp cry echoing in the magical dome surrounding us. Her taste explodes on my tongue—salty/sweet and addictive.
I do it again, lapping at her entrance, drinking her in. Then I focus on her clit— sucking the little bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it rapidly.
She arches off the bed, her hands flying to my hair, fisting tightly.
It hurts and I fucking love it.
“Valen! Oh, please!” she moans.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her wet flesh. “Let me hear you. You taste so fucking good.”
I fuck her with my tongue, thrusting it inside her, shallow at first, then deeper, curling it to reach as far as I can.
I can feel her inner muscles fluttering around the intrusion, trying to pull me deeper.
I add a finger, sliding one, then two inside her tight, clutching heat, crooking them to find that perfect spot.
When I press against it, she screams, her hips bucking wildly.
“Right there! Oh, gods, right there!”
I redouble my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her higher. But I want more for her. I want to give her everything.
A low rumble builds in my chest, a vibration that isn’t entirely mine. My Drake stirs, awake and watching, his hunger a mirror of my own. He wants a taste. And why should he be denied?
I let the Shift happen—not a full change, but a sharing. The sensation is a rush of heat through my jaw, my tongue. I feel it lengthen, thicken, the texture changing subtly. When I lower my head again and run this new tongue over her clit, she gasps.
My Drake’s tongue is broader, hotter, and the forked tips are exquisitely sensitive. I lap at her, the twin points tracing intricate patterns over her swollen flesh, dipping into her entrance to spread her open. Then I push inside her with it.
Her reaction is instantaneous and devastating. Her back bows off the bed, a broken moan coming from her throat.
My Drake’s tongue is longer, reaching depths my human one couldn’t.
I fuck her with it—deep, penetrating strokes that have her clawing at the bed until flower petals come away in her hands, her thighs trembling around my head.
The forked ends curl independently, stroking her inner walls, seeking out every secret, sensitive place.
“What—what is that?” she gasps, her voice breathless with pleasure. She’s had my Drake’s tongue inside her before—but never quite so fully. This time I really let him all the way out so he could taste her fully.
I pull back for just a moment.
“Our tongue, sweetheart,” I growl, the words doubled as my Drake echoes my voice. “His and mine. We both want to taste you. We both want to make you come.”
I suck her clit back into my mouth, applying relentless pressure for a moment…then I let my Drake’s tongue slide back inside her.
She moans and bucks her hips as the draconic tongue continues to plunge in and out of her, fucking her with a steady, primal rhythm. My nose nudges her clit as I tongue-fuck her. Her honey coats my mouth, chin and cheeks and I can’t get enough of it—can’t get enough of her.
“Valen…oh Goddess…yes…there…please!”
My curvy little Princess is babbling—pleading—her words dissolving into incoherent cries. I can feel her orgasm coiling—tightening like a spring. I drive the forked tongue deeper, twisting it, and simultaneously press against her clit.
She comes apart with a moan that shakes the leaves above us. Her pussy convulses around the invading length, drenching my face.
I drink her down, lapping up every shuddering spasm, guiding her through the pleasure until she collapses, boneless and moaning, onto the moss.
Slowly, I let the Drake recede, my tongue returning to normal.
I kiss my way up her quivering stomach, her sternum, between her breasts, tasting her sweat and her sweetness.
I pause to suck her tight nipples and then, finally, I reach her lips.
I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my mouth.
Her eyes are glazed, unfocused with pleasure. She looks ready for my cock now.
Fucking perfect.
“My good girl,” I whisper, my own need a throbbing, painful ache between my thighs. “Now you’re ready for me.”
“Yes…” she whispers, looking up at me. I see the moon reflected in her eyes—gods she’s so fucking beautiful, my curvy little Princess. And I’m going to make her mine forever…but I’m going to take things slowly. She was a virgin not that long ago and she’s only had me in her once.
I settle between her thighs, bracing myself on my forearms so I don’t crush her with my weight.
She’s wet from my tasting her—dripping with honey for me. I can feel the heat of her…smell the rich, ripe scent of her arousal. It makes my cock throb—makes my Drake rumble in pleasure. Mine, he growls. She is ours.
Yes, she is—she will be,” I promise him.
I slide one hand between us and stroke along her slick folds, feeling the tremble of her thighs. She gasps and arches up when I find her clit, rubbing soft circles over her sensitive flesh as her breath catches in her throat.
“Valen,” she whispers. “Please…”
I duck down and kiss her again.
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “I’m going to take care of you. baby. Make you feel so fucking good, you’ll never forget.”
She moans as I shift my hips and guide the head of my cock to her entrance. I push in slowly, carefully, watching her face…feeling every inch as her body stretches to take me. She’s tight—so tight—and the heat of her wraps around me like molten silk.
I groan as I sink deeper, biting back curses. Fuck, she feels good! Better than anything. Better than magic…better than flying…better than fire.
She’s shaking beneath me, eyes wide and lips parted.
“You’re so big,” she breathes. “Goddess, Valen, I forgot how…how big you are.”
“I’ll go slow,” I manage. “You can take it, baby. Just open up for me—you were made for this—made for me.”
She nods quickly, her nails digging into my back. Her inner walls tremble and pulse around me, gripping my shaft tighter, and I have to let out my fangs and bite my own lip to keep from losing it.
Finally, I bottom out, buried to the hilt in her perfect little cunt. We stay like that for a moment, joined and breathless, our hearts pounding in sync as I look down at her.
“All right, sweetheart?” I ask her, my voice coming out harsh with need. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
She shakes her head.
“No, it feels good to be so full. Go on, Valen…take me. Fuck me.”
That dirty word in her sweet mouth fucking undoes me. I can’t hold back anymore—I start to thrust.
Long, slow thrusts at first. Gentle…deliberate…just letting her adjust to my size.
I lean down to kiss her cheek…her neck…the soft curve of her breast. I whisper how perfect she is… how proud I am…how much she means to me.
Irena melts under me, moaning my name like it’s a fucking prayer.
Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips rise to meet mine. She rocks against me, taking me deeper, her pleasure building with every roll and stroke.
I feel it in my soul—the magic, the need, the fucking Bond threading tighter and tighter between us.
She’s mine. My Princess. My mate.
And I’m never letting her go.
“Coming soon, Princess,” I tell her, my voice low and gravelly. “Going to fill your pretty little pussy with my cum. Are you ready?”
Her eyes go wide…and then half-lidded with pleasure.
“Yes, Valen—do it. Fill me with your seed,” she begs.
I can’t fucking hold back any longer. Pressing as deep into her perfect pussy as I can, I bottom out inside her and let myself go.
My balls tighten and my shaft swells and then I’m pumping into her—giving her spurt after spurt of my cream—bathing her pussy with my seed. Maybe even getting her pregnant.
I like that idea—the thought of her belly swelling with my child makes me come even harder. I fill her until my seed drips out of her and coats her inner thighs and Irena moans and holds onto me, her sharp little fingernails scratching trails of heat down my bare back.
I fucking love it.
But when it’s done and we’re panting together with my cock still buried in her tight little cunt, I know we’re still not done.
Because now it’s my Drake’s turn.