Chapter 41 #3
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he gave her the first rope of hot liquid, and her breath hitched.
And for each one that followed, Carwyn’s pussy fluttered and clamped around him, mimicking him in union. He realised his release – the jerks of his cock he felt in the marrow of his bones, down to the fragile ones in his wings – alongside the emotion of rapture, jolted into her.
It was like she was coming alongside him, and it took everything not to thrust as the pleasure bordered on pain. He knew his pupils were blown with how bright and disorientating everything had become, and his eyelids constantly fluttering with each sensation-filled spurt didn’t aid him.
“So good,” she moaned gently, rocking despite what was happening inside her. “Oh gods. Why does it feel so good?”
She folded on top of him and buried her face against his scales as she tried to move.
Her nails scored him, one ripping off a scale and making him wince, but he instantly forgot when she started coming, somehow thrown over the edge with him.
It heightened everything. His tail swirled and thrashed, looking for something to coil around through the tension that racked him.
Then his release started to slow, taking longer between each rise of his semen climbing his cock before it spilled.
He rolled them to their sides so he could properly hold her, wrapping his wings around her from both directions like a blanket until she was totally sheltered within their warm, comforting embrace.
Cupping the back of her head in a cradle of claws and her arse in the other, Kier held her close as he choked on his own lungs.
Only when the spending began to truly slow, and he was given a moment to breathe between each one, did either of them start to calm. His heart fucking soared.
She rode me until I locked with her. Until I came.
She did it knowing she’d be trapped with him until his knot went down, feeling everything he did. Every sensation, every emotion, every wild beat of his heart thumping inside her – just as her own pulsed around him.
For minutes, maybe even another hour, they were one.
He bit back a groan as another bubble of seed rose, but the intensity of it had already begun to wane. He nuzzled the tip of his snout against her sweat-slicked brow, his heart bruising with the most tender of aches.
She kept her arms between them, her delicate hands curled, but she buried her face against his heaving torso. A broken, shoulder-heaving sob came from her.
And a cold pang lanced his sternum.
Her heart is too fast. It was more frantic than usual. Even her breaths were low and rapid, cracking on their exit from strain, and he thought she’d cease breathing.
It’s too much. She was struggling to sit with his emotions as they ran rampant throughout her. His pleasure, his satisfaction, his adoration of her. Even for him, it was too heavy.
Just as he was about to do something no male dragon ever considered – shrink his size to yank his knot free – she whispered something that stilled him so completely, even his thoughts went blank.
“I love you, too, Kier.” Her tears fell faster as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Like she wanted to bring him closer, not have him pull away. “I’ve been waiting to feel it.”
His eyes crinkled as he pulled his hand away from her head, being careful of the way his claws had tangled in her hair, and he brushed the curved backs of them against her cheek.
“Carwyn,” he said, his voice thick. “This is not the first time I have felt this. I’ve known for a while that I love you.”
“I know,” she sobbed out. “But it’s the first time I’m feeling it, and it feels so nice.
It’s warm and gentle. It’s so comforting inside me.
Even more so with this–” She lowered a hand to her abdomen, and the pads of her fingers pressed against his knot within her.
“I feel it everywhere. It’s overwhelming, but I adore it. ”
His entire being pulsed, and he tried to bring her even closer. He let it flow from him freely so this witch could experience every bit of yearning he had for her. How strong and possessive it was. How determined and unwavering it was.
He licked across her lips like he always wanted to, doting on her with affection, and she smiled.
So he lathered her in little dragon kisses, pressing against her lips again, then her cheek, her neck, and even the top of her chest. The more he did it, the more her joyful sobs settled and evolved into the sweetest giggles.
He was content that she was enjoying being trapped with him and his love for her.
He planned to make sure she knew it every single day until they perished... which he hoped was not before the next five hundred years.
He was also excited to meet the offspring she craved having so dearly. I hope she’s content with many. I’ve always wanted my home filled with their laughter.
Laughter and giggles he’d not had echoing in his tunnels since his family had passed. Until Carwyn came along... and reawakened the desire in him with her wiles and foolish yet daring strength.
He brushed his claws over her cheek once more. She will be a wonderful mother. She would be able to sense what they needed. No other will compare.
Just as no one else had a mate as incomparable as his.
My pretty, empathetic mate, you were designed for me.
A stubborn angel that soothed a nightmare and gave him wonderful dreams he’d forgotten about.