Chapter 48
forty-eight
The Claiming
Bastian’s pants melt into his skin just as my magic had, leaving nothing but shredded panties between us. His tail slides out of me and I convulse at the aftershock of pleasure. When our lips meet again, he’s softer than I want—almost like he’s afraid to break me.
Gone is the man who held me against the wall by the throat and backed me into a corner. I don’t want him to treat me like some fragile thing that can’t handle all of him. I’m a sex goddess, and I’ve taken control of what I want before.
I can do it again.
I push him away, whining with need. “Lie back.”
He rolls to the side, disappearing his wings just as easily as he did his pants, then settles into the cushions. I rip the remnants of my panties off as I throw my leg over his hips, earning a delightful, heady stare.
Bastian grits his teeth as I settle down on his lap, nestling him between my labia.
His cock is hot against my center, and the armored plate on the underside gives me just the right kind of friction as I rock against him.
The knot rests at my opening, pressing into it with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Do you like this?” he asks as his claws prick my thighs. “Tormenting me?”
“And what was it you were doing to me? Soft kisses like I’m a porcelain doll,” I reply as I roll my hips.
“I’m trying to control myself, so I don’t”—he groans and rises to meet my stroke—“become an animal and break my precious mate.”
I dig my fingers into his chest for leverage, pushing against him harder.
His eyes roll back as he growls. I’m enjoying the slow torture for us both, prolonging the moment, heightening the anticipation.
The next slide over his dick has him trembling, whether it’s restraint or pleasure, I’m not sure, but I love it all the same.
He grunts and drags his claws down my thighs. “If you don’t seat yourself upon me in the next moment, I’m going to spear my cock into you so hard you will see the afterlife.”
“I’m sure you think that’s a threat.”
“It is,” he growls, pushing up harder.
I increase the pace, rubbing my clit against the plate at his frenulum until I’m panting. My face is hot and my glutes are working in a way they haven’t in years, but the tightness of my muscles only amplifies the pleasure.
“You’re testing a dragon’s patience, Kitty,” he whispers through clenched teeth.
I only smile.
I can’t wait to see him lose control.
His cock begins to vibrate and it’s me who loses control. The orgasm explodes up my spine and I curl forward, screaming as my body locks up. Bastian lifts me, and the next second he slams me down on his cock.
All.
The.
Way.
Down.
I gasp at the sharp intensity of the knot stretching me to new limits.
Stars burst in my vision and my pussy clenches around him.
He groans as he pulls me forward, sliding my clit against his pubic bone and dragging his vibrating head over my G-Spot.
The orgasm rockets to a second peak I didn’t know could exist. I’m trying to hold on, to stay alive, but I can only scream as he fucks me so hard I swear I see the light of heaven.
“So, you’re not porcelain.”
He takes my ass in both hands and holds me above him, thrusting so hard I can barely catch a breath between my cries. His hips slapping the backs of my thighs and my screams bouncing off the stone walls create a concert of pleasure I’m lost to.
My orgasm ebbs and Bastian pulls me against his chest. I’m breathing hard, his cock pulsing inside me with the beat of his heart. I could live in this moment for a lifetime and never want anything more.
Except, there is something more.
I can’t put a name to it, but something is missing. Something’s unfinished. A bud in bloom that craves the light of the sun.
Suddenly, he’s standing and we’re moving.
“Where—”
My back hits a wall and my hands are pinned overhead. He kisses me hard and pulls out to the vibrating tip. I moan against his lips, the sensations so overpowering it almost hurts. He props his knee up and balances my thigh on it, then wraps his tail around the other, holding me open.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers.
I open my eyes and look down, seeing everything he thinks is flawless.
I’m covered in sweat at my full, hanging breasts. My soft skin rolls at my hips onto my thighs. My legs are dimpled by thinned skin pulled too tight over fat, muscle, and bone.
Stretch marks.
Scars.
The pain inside me made visible.
But, for the first time, I see it, too.
I see a body that has persevered against illness, trauma, and loss. A body that has held me, protected me, and done its very best to keep me alive despite the trials of stress and fear. A body that loves me…that I love.
“Now,” Bastian groans as he grabs my throat, keeping my face turned downward. “Watch me fuck perfection.”
He slams inside me so hard I let out a little hiccupping yelp.
The knot is swelling, and each time he hits my opening it spreads me just a little farther.
The vibrating tip of his cock buzzes against something tender and swollen, but he pulls out just as fast. He comes back out glistening with my juices.
Beads of it roll down his shaft to his balls.
I watch in wonder as he fucks into me again, my vision blackening at the edges until all I see is where we’re joining.
Every thrust of him fills me to the edge with depthless pleasure. The spot deep inside me sings with each strike of his head, and the next brings me even higher. I’m on the verge of death. Of new life. Of something inexplicable and endless. Unstoppable.
I gasp deeply, filling my lungs with breath that is him. His magic surges through my body, subsuming all that he is into me. Nesting in my very soul. Peeling open my petals and soaking into me. I blossom for him, willing and eager.
“Fuck, Cait,” Bastian grunts. “You’re mine now. Now and forever.”
“Now, and forever,” I gasp as I look up at him.
We lock gazes and his pace quickens, becoming erratic and frenzied.
The tip of his tail covers my clit and begins to suck, manifesting my descent into mad bliss.
Bastian groans, every slap of his hips getting wetter as he fills me.
Then, he thrusts forward, his knot stretching me past comprehension.
I scream, leaving my body behind and joining with him somewhere beyond the physical. Beyond this life and this plane. Beyond anything I ever thought possible.
This is divinity.
His lips bring me back to my body as he kisses me reverently. He pulls me from the wall and tucks me close, his knot pulsing inside me. I close my eyes and revel in him as we walk into the water of the central pool. It’s cool and refreshing, like a snowy mountain stream mixed with a hot spring.
He cradles me as he sits. I kiss his neck softly, the pulsing of his knot intense and delightful. He strokes down my back with long, slow motions that paint me with the cool water.
Slowly, his knot deflates, and he peels us apart, lowering me into the water. I float on the surface, supported by his tail pressed into my lower back and one hand on the back of my neck as the other washes my overheated body.
My mind is still somewhere in the stratosphere, and my words will surely fail me, but I want to care for him, too. I splash some water on his stomach and rub my hand down his groin, cleaning the mixture of us off his cock and thighs.
He chuckles and runs his fingers through my hair. “I was worried I’d fucked you catatonic.”
“You did,” I slur, splashing him again.
“You’re lucky I didn’t lose control,” he says with a secretive smile.
“We’ll work up to it.” I blink up at him slowly. “Speaking of working up to it, how big are you when you’re…”
He scowls at me. “When I’m in my true form?”
I nod.
“You’d never survive it, Kitty.”
“Try me,” I mutter as I bite my lip.
He lowers himself into the water and pulls me into his lap. Then, his body begins to shift. It starts with his chest and shoulders. The bones pop as he widens in all directions. Then his hips and thighs grow and flex. I look down to see his semi-flaccid cock swelling beneath my pussy.
His face elongates and takes on the reptilian features until he’s fully transformed. Fifteen feet tall, with a soft-chub nearly the length of a baseball bat and the circumference of a two-liter soda bottle.
“I would split my poor mate in half,” he growls.
I grab him with both hands and pull his head out of the water. It’s so enormous I can’t believe it’s real. Just to be sure, I lick along the underside of his frenulum.
His clawed hand comes around my middle and he snarls. “Caitlin, I would kill you.”
I wrap my arms around him, squishing the armor plating between my breasts as I lick him again. His cock swells and he growls deep in his chest like a purr. I straighten my spine and slide along his shaft as my butt presses down on his knot and massive balls.
“Fine,” he snarls as he bares his teeth. “You want me to use you like a fuck sock, I will.”
Bastian wraps his fist around me and his cock, squeezing hard. I gasp as I’m pressed flush against him, crossing my legs over his pubic mound.
He pulls me up his shaft and I lick him all the way, running my tongue through his slit at the top. Bastian makes a noise I can’t describe, but is undeniably animalistic pleasure. He gets harder in my grip, growing another three inches in girth and pushing my breasts apart.
I slide back down him into the water, opening my mouth and tonguing his shaft as I drop. He watches me with feral intensity, his orange glowing eyes nearly swallowed by blown pupils. Up he pulls and I cover him in saliva, reducing the friction between my breasts.
My clit is sensitive, but the drag of it over his smooth shaft has my hips rotating forward for more. He leers, his split tongue rolling over his sharp teeth as he pulls me down again. He squeezes harder, increasing his speed.
“I’m going to cover your pretty face,” he groans.
“I want you to,” I moan as I shamelessly rub myself against him.
His other fist bites into the stones of the pool, cracking them easily.
His thighs flex and he curls forward, his abs trembling.
The water sloshes around us as he slides me over his cock with vigor.
I’m pinned, unable to escape him and the near-painful orgasm he’s forcing upon me.
I cinch my eyes shut and throw my head back as the sensations mount.
“My mate,” he moans. “Give me my favorite sound.”
My raw throat aches as I scream out his name.
Bastian roars, like the sound of a dozen lions, and his cock hardens, the knot ballooning below me.
Hot cum splatters my face and the water around me.
His pace slows and another spurt of his caramel flavored cum hits my chest and chin.
Finally, he slows, and a gentle ooze of him spills out over my arms.
I wipe the cum out of my eyes and lick my lips, enjoying the sensation of being completely covered in him. When I look up, he’s panting hard, each breath fogging the air.
I run my tongue over his head, capturing more of the sweet, sticky cream. Bastian shudders, his fist tightening around my middle as he closes his eyes.
“You.”
I wait for him to go on, but it doesn’t seem like he can.
“I…what?”
“You mustn’t do that again.”
I’m not sure what he means, so I lick over his head and through his slit. His eyes roll back and he trembles.
“I will fuck your pussy raw,” he snarls. “See how you like it.”
“Maybe I will,” I say with a smile, then lick him again.
He pulls me off his cock and turns me upside down as he brings me to his dangerous mouth. I scream as his forked tongue licks between my cheeks up to my pussy. One end spears inside me while the other flicks against my clit.
His sharp teeth are mere inches from my legs as he tongue-fucks me to a painful peak. I pull on his talons and claw at his snout as he punishes me with inescapable pleasure. My muscles give and I go boneless in his grip as my body surrenders to the onslaught.
I scream once more, staring up through the dome as a gentle snowfall melts on the glass. I pant hoarsely as he pulls his tongue out, then cradles me to his chest.
“How did you like it, then?”
“Im’n, spreddy gud, fuck,” I mumble incoherently.
His body shrinks until we’re of similar height, then he leans me back into the water. He washes his cum from my face and hair, then pulls us from the water and wraps us in a blanket. My eyelids are drooping before we even make it to the cushions, and by the time we’re nestled down, I’m gone.