Chapter 79 Elowen
ELOWEN
Before I can even catch my breath, he’s moving me.
Strong hands turn me onto my hands and knees in the middle of the vast bed.
I look up and catch sight of us in the large mirror across the room.
My reflection is wild—curly red hair in disarray around my flushed face and my full, heavy breasts hanging down like ripe fruit, their tips red and swollen from his sucking.
My back is arched, and my bottom is high in the air.
I look completely open and exposed.
Theron seems to understand my vulnerability because he kneels behind me, his big hands smoothing over the curves of my hips and down my thighs.
“Spread for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “Need you to open your soft little pussy for my cock now.”
My heart pounding wildly, I obey, shifting my knees wider apart. The movement makes my breasts sway, and in the mirror, I see the slick, pink folds of my pussy glistening, still pulsing from my orgasm.
“I’ll be the first one inside you,” he murmurs, leaning over me, his chest pressing against my back.
He’s so big that I feel completely surrounded by his body.
His hands roam everywhere—cupping my breasts…
tugging my nipples…stroking my belly. “I’ll fuck you for a while—fill this sweet little pussy with my cock—and then I have to Shift. ”
I bite my lower lip, a fresh thrill of fear and anticipation shooting through me.
“You mean… you have to Shift while you’re inside me?”
“It’s the only way, baby,” he tells me, his lips against my ear. “Can you take it? Can you take my Drake’s cock when I Shift inside you?”
I watch our reflection—his powerful, tattooed body curved over my softer one. I see worry in his eyes and feel it flowing out of him. He would stop if I asked him to—he would never force me.
But I’ve come too far—I won’t stop now.
“I… I’ll try,” I whisper. “I’ll try to be open enough for him. For you both.”
“Good girl,” he growls, the words full of pride and heat. “All right then—let’s get started.”
I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, still slippery from his mouth. He pushes in slowly, and a moan is torn from my throat as I feel my inner walls stretch for him. Oh Goddess, he’s so huge! How can I possibly take his Drake’s cock, which is twice as big?
I don’t know, but I have to try.
I can’t look away from the mirror. I watch, mesmerized, as he mounts me—as that thick, veined shaft slowly slides in and out of my pink, open pussy.
The sight is strangely beautiful. My pussy is swallowing him…
taking him deeper with each thick inch. Oh Goddess, it feels incredible!
The fullness is overwhelming—a delicious ache that blooms into pure pleasure.
“More,” I beg, my voice breathy. I arch my back, pushing back against him, needing him deeper. “Take me more—deeper, Theron!”
“You mean like this?” he asks, and with one powerful thrust, he seats himself to the hilt inside me.
I gasp as I feel the head of his cock kiss the end of my channel. The sensation is so intense, so complete. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I can’t stop watching our reflection—the joining of our bodies. The sheer intimacy of it takes my breath away and makes my whole body throb with pleasure.
“Yes, like that! Please, Theron—fuck me!” I beg, shamelessly. “Please, I want you to!”
A low growl builds in his throat, and he grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pulls almost all the way out. The friction is exquisite. Then he slams back into me, setting a hard, fast pace inside me that seems intended to drive me wild.
I moan, meeting him thrust for thrust, rocking back to take him deeper each time. The sound of panting and moaning fills the room, mingled with our ragged breaths.
In the mirror, I see his muscular thighs flexing with each thrust…
can see the way my body jolts forward, my breasts swaying with the force.
His heavy balls are slapping against my swollen clit with every plunge, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through me.
I’m climbing again, reaching for the peak as my cries become more and more desperate.
But just as I feel the first tremors of another orgasm gathering, Theron leans forward, blanketing my body with his. He stills, buried deep inside me, and whispers in my ear,
“It’s time, baby. Are you ready?”
I feel my stomach tighten with nerves, but I haven’t come this far to back out now. This is for forever.
“Yes,” I whisper, turning my head to meet his gaze in the mirror. My green eyes are wide, my expression a mix of fear and unwavering trust. “Yes, Theron. Do it—Shift inside me. Let your Drake breed me!”
I feel the tingle of magic first—a crackle in the air, like the moment before a storm. Then I feel him change.
The shaft inside me thickens. It’s not just my imagination—I can feel it expanding, the familiar shape transforming, growing impossibly larger, stretching my inner walls to a breathtaking new limit.
A choked moan escapes me as I’m suddenly filled more completely than I ever thought possible.
Goddess, how can I take it? The stretch burns—a bright, sharp sensation that borders on pain, but it’s laced with a profound, deep pleasure.
My body struggles to adjust, spasming wildly around the new, massive intrusion.
But what I’m feeling is nothing to what I’m seeing when I look in the mirror again.
Theron is gone and in his place is the Silver Drake.
He is magnificent—larger than Theron—a powerful beast of gleaming scales and coiled muscle, but he still fits on the bed, his massive body dwarfing mine.
I would be frightened but then I see that his intelligent silver eyes hold the same love, the same caution I saw in Theron’s. He is not a mindless animal—he is my Theron, in another form—the other half of my human lover.
I watch, spellbound, as the enormous, silver-scaled cock—ridged and formidable—slides slowly out of my tightly stretched pussy, glistening with my juices.
The sight is shocking—somehow primal. Then, with infinite care, the Drake pushes back in, filling me again with that incredible, stretching fullness.
He is going so slowly, his movements controlled, his entire posture radiating a protective concern. He doesn’t want to hurt me because he loves me. I can feel the emotion coming from him in waves—the deep caring and tenderness and possessiveness. I am his treasure, and he would never hurt me.
Tears of emotion prick my eyes. This fierce, powerful creature loves me.
“It’s all right,” I tell him, panting, reaching a hand back to touch the smooth scales of his foreleg. “It’s all right, you can… can breed me. I’m not afraid—do it!”
A deep, rumbling growl answers me, vibrating through my very bones. The heat radiating from his scaled body intensifies, warming my bare back. His silver forelegs wrap around me, not trapping me but holding me steady.
And then he begins to move.
His thrusts are still measured, but they are deeper—more powerful. The ridges of his draconic cock slide against my inner walls with each withdrawal, then press against new, secret places on the inward stroke—places I didn’t even know I had until he found them.
“Oh…” I moan, arching my back and spreading my thighs wider to take him. “Oh yes…that feels so good! Don’t stop—keep going!”
The Drake growls in response as a deep, rolling pleasure builds inside me. It’s different from anything I’ve ever felt—profound and soul-deep. His heavier, hotter balls slap against my oversensitive clit with every pump, the dual stimulation pushing me higher and higher.
And all the while, I can’t stop watching what’s happening in the mirror.
I watch as the majestic Drake mounts me, as he breeds me.
I watch the huge, silver cock, slick and shining, slide in and out of my tightly stretched pussy.
I watch my own face—flushed, mouth open in moaning cries, eyes glazed with pleasure.
I watch my heavy breasts sway rhythmically with each powerful thrust.
The girl in the reflection seems a stranger—a primal, sensual creature lost in a sacred act with a creature of myth. Is that really me? Am I really letting a Drake mount me…letting him breed me?
But I can’t deny what I see, or what I feel.
It might look animalistic to an outsider, but it does not feel that way—not at all.
Through the physical joining, I can feel the Drake’s emotions even more strongly—his fierce, possessive love, his desire to claim and protect, and his timeless need to bind me to him forever.
His love is Theron’s love—amplified, untamed, and pure.
My breasts ache, my nipples rubbing against the velvet coverlet with each thrust forward. The deep, internal friction of his ridged cock is rubbing a spot inside me that ignites fireworks behind my eyelids. I am a live wire—every nerve ending singing with sensation.
And though I never would have believed I could reach the peak while a Drake was breeding me, I can’t deny that I’m getting close…so close to coming.
“Please…” I sob, not knowing who I’m begging—Theron, the Drake, the universe itself. “Oh, please—don’t stop! Make me come—I need to come!”
The Drake understands—I can feel it through our link. His thrusts become more urgent and deeper, his growls more frequent. The slapping sounds grow louder as his heavy sac punishes my tender clit.
Then, with a final, deep roar that shakes the room, the Drake plunges into me as deep as he can go and holds still.
I feel a surge of incredible heat, followed by pulse after thick, heavy pulse of his seed flooding my depths.
It’s thicker than Theron’s seed and there’s so much of it.
I can feel it sliding down my thighs and still he keeps shooting, spurting deep inside me over and over and over again.
It’s more than I can take—the feeling of being so completely filled…so thoroughly bred, triggers my own orgasm. Suddenly I am on the edge and jumping over.
I gasp, my vision whiting out as the most intense pleasure I have ever felt rips through me.
My inner walls convulse around the massive dragon cock, milking him, drawing every last drop of his seed into my womb.
The pleasure is endless—a tidal wave that drowns me in ecstasy until I can’t see straight anymore and have to sink to my elbows on the bed, my bottom high in the air so the Drake can keep breeding me.
Then, in the midst of the storm, a voice echoes in my mind—deep, guttural, and resonating with ancient power and pure possession.
“MINE!”
Then another voice, familiar—warm, layered with love and a hint of wry humor responds—it’s Theron’s voice, I realize, speaking from the same shared space in my soul.
“No,” he says. “Ours.”
And in that moment, as I tremble between them, filled with the Drake’s seed and overflowing with both of their love, I feel it. A new connection, golden and unbreakable, is snapping into place deep within my spirit.
It doesn’t feel like there are two separate entities, but one complete being loving me in all his forms. I understand now that the Bond is formed, and we are linked—Elowen, Theron, and the Silver Drake—
Together in love, forever.