Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
GWENDOLYN
All I can do is feel. My body is no longer my own; it’s a vessel of pleasure.
Mine as well as Murgul’s. The scrape of his scales across my ass is a sensual caress I’ve never experienced before, and only adds to the overwhelming sensations of being thoroughly fucked.
After a few pumps of his hips, he stops, and I snarl in frustration. I need him to move!
Murgul reaches down to maneuver my arms around his neck, forcing me to arc up, my breasts thrust into his waiting hands as his sharp claws prick my nipples, his voice an erotic embrace as he slips into my mind.
“You will keep your hands locked where I put them. Am I understood, bright one?”
Whining at the stretch, I nod in agreement. My fingers barely meet due to the height difference, so it’s a struggle to keep my body the way he’s positioned me.
“What a good little mate you are. Following my instructions so well.”
His croon of approval causes another gush of slick to escape my body, and his warm chuckle washes over me. His tail is wrapped around me from hip to throat, and the overt dominance he’s displaying is making me needier than ever.
Mewling with desire, I grind my ass against him, near to bursting if he doesn’t start moving again. After several excruciating moments, his hips buck into me, and I feel the hot, slick slide of something against my clit along with the heat of his cock deep inside me.
“Look at you—taking me so well. Just a little more stretching and both will fit within you.”
I’m too far gone for his words to fully register.
All that matters is that he’s deep in my pussy—the hard slide of his cock soothing some of the burning need his bite started, along with whatever is slipping along my clit, stimulating the swollen tissues.
It’s not long until I feel the tingle of another orgasm building low in my abdomen, blooming into a harsh point.
I shatter as the sensations wash over me, but it’s still not enough.
Panting, I grind myself harder onto his rigid shaft, pleading with him to sate me.
“More, I need more. I’m burning up, Murgul. Please help me.”
“Shhh, bright one. I know what it is that you need. You must stay very still for me, yes?”
Nodding desperately, I agree. I’ll do anything to fulfill this demand eating me from the inside out.
Distantly, I notice the hard, slick slide of whatever was gliding against my clit disappearing, and a second hard tip nudges against my entrance.
Carefully, he guides what can only be a second cock inside me, until it’s fully seated next to the first one.
The sensation of being full to bursting is almost overwhelming, but I don’t dare move lest he stop.
A deep growl of satisfaction rumbles out of his chest.
“Mmm, you have done so well. Look at you taking all of me.”
Without warning, Murgul removes my arms from his neck and pulls me down on the bed with his tail, until I’m braced on my elbows with my cheek pressed to the mattress.
My ass is lifted in the air and supported by the base of his tail, so our hips line up.
He takes a second to ensure I’m comfortable before slowly drawing his hips back, and then gradually thrusting forward again.
Murgul keeps this slow tempo until I’m a moaning, crying mess beneath him.
I don’t know how many times I’ve come, but I still need more.
“Murgul, please! I need you. More! Harder!”
My words make him snap. Gone are the slow, careful thrusts. In their place are hard, driving motions of his hips. One of his hands is braced against the headboard, while the other has slipped beneath me to strum my overstimulated clit.
The slap of our bodies meeting is lewd in the silence of our room, and I revel in the almost violent dominance he’s displaying.
This time, there isn’t a tingle foreshadowing my orgasm; it slams into me without notice, and I scream into the bed, my body taut as stars burst before my eyes.
A second or two later, a broken roar fills the room as Murgul pumps his hips once, twice more before grinding himself against me as he empties himself deep inside my womb.
I can feel the heat of his release as it hits me in wave after wave.
Collapsing, I huff out a breath and sigh in relief as the burning pleasure-pain slowly fades, as if it never existed at all.
Peering over my shoulder, I peek up at Murgul with an exhausted smile. “I think you broke my pussy.”
At his look of alarm, I start giggling. “I’m joking … mostly.”
Murgul rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me before he carefully slips out of my body, watching me for any sign of discomfort.
“Murgul, I’m fine. I promise. How about you explain what just happened while you carry me to the shower, because there is no way I am sleeping covered in both our fluids.”
“That is rather narrow-minded of you, precious one. The fool worked rather hard to cover you in his scent so that all will know who you belong to.”
Yeah, that was definitely Vrog. Now that I know he exists, it’s easy for me to differentiate between the tone and sound of their voices.
Glaring up at them in exasperation, Murgul scoops me off the bed.
I take a second to check on my little beasty, where she’s curled up in her nest beside the bed.
Thankfully, she seems to be fast asleep—our…
activities didn’t disturb her rest. Refocusing my ire on both my mate and Vrog, I haughtily declare.
“I don’t really give a fuck, Vrog. After the shit you pulled, you don’t get a say in anything right now. We are taking a shower tonight, and if you both feel like I need your scent on me to be around others, scent- you may mark me when we wake up tomorrow.”
She really is the perfect mate.
Truth.
I’m not sure if they meant for me to hear their private conversation or not, but warmth fills me at their words. Finally, after years of superficial lies, I’m appreciated for who and what I am. Not just my pretty face.
Snuggling into Murgul’s arms, I can’t keep the silly smile off my face the entire time we’re in the shower before he dries me off and takes me back to bed.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I fall asleep with that same smile etched into my lips.