Chapter 33 Faolan
THIRTY-THREE
FAOLAN
Goddess, Creator of all the Realms and the Mother of all Fae, take me to the Shores of Avalon, for I am slain.
Nothing in the mortal realm could possibly feel this perfect, so it must be my end.
Her trust was everything to me after I’d pushed her away so long. She was too good for me.
Caly tensing beneath me was the only thing that could draw me from the bliss I was on the brink of, and I forced myself to focus on her and not lose myself. She was a maiden. I had to be careful with her, but the Goddess knew what a test that would be.
I kissed her slowly, trying to calm myself more than anything, and held still, just the head of my dick inside her, to allow her to adjust to the new sensations.
I could have gotten off on watching her take her first cock alone.
Her breath caught, but not in as much shock as before, and I worked her clit until she moaned in pleasure.
Pushing forward each time her pleasure built until I was almost fully seated, and she was a trembling mess.
Outwardly, I probably looked like I was in control, but internally, the mate bond was threatening to tear me in two.
I was at war with the need to rut and own.
My body wanted this to be a claiming, and holding back was painful.
Shaking from the effort, I let myself lower back over her and began to tentatively move.
I kept telling myself I had to remain in control, but pressed together, her scent was overwhelming.
My hand shook from stroking her pleasure from her softly and not roughly, and my muscles tensed from the effort of not slamming into her, seeking nothing but release. In time, that could come, but I had to do this right.
Beneath me, she began to rock in time to my tentative movements, whimpering and gasping through the new feelings her body was experiencing. I was practically holding my breath in an effort to ease her in.
“You’re holding back,” she panted, pulling me from inside my head.
“No, I—” I looked into her eyes and saw hurt there. “Only to keep from hurting you,” I admitted.
“I want all of you,” she demanded.
“Are you sure?”
The truth was written all through her. “Yes,” she moaned, rolling her hips and rocking into my hand.
“I need you to breathe. The rest is—wider,” I warned, knowing that even without knotting, a dragon’s cock was far bigger than a fae was made to take comfortably.
She simply nodded, emphatically, drawing in a deep breath.
And because I thought I might die if I resisted her willing request, I pushed the widest part of me into her vice-like heat.
“Gods!” she cried, throwing back her head and arching her back. I froze, but her hands grabbed at me, pulling me in. “No, don’t stop, please!”
I moved then, watching her in awe as she took me, thrashing and moaning and completely losing herself to the sensations. She was incredible, stunning and so brave.
And she was taking me, not resigned to pain but consumed with carnal pleasure.
She was mine.
My mate.
And I began to come undone. Thrusting and claiming what was mine permanently and without reservation. Once this night was done, the realms would know we were mates, and no prince or King could change that. I would not be letting her go.
Fuck, the pleasure swept over me, threatening to pull me over the edge, but I had to take care.
I could not risk the knot in her virgin pussy, but I did not think I had the power to prevent it.
My body and my dragon were in full claim mode.
As she began to tremble with her pending orgasm, I withdrew some and helped her find her release with short, shallow thrusts until she tightened around me.
With that, I lost all hold over my own climax, and in one final stroke, I came inside her with a cry of prayer to the Goddess.
Marking her as my mate for all eternity and beyond.
Thank the Goddess for giving me the strength to pull out a little because the pulsing knot that seized my cock after shooting my load would have ripped her apart. Shaking, I slid the rest of the way from her body and stared down at the mess between us.
My raging cock still stood firm, dripping with our mixed cum, hers streaked with the blood of her innocence.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I snapped my eyes to hers to find her watching me with concern. “I should be asking you that.”
“Perhaps, but you look troubled,” she said, raising up to her elbows and conjuring a fae light.
It was another impressive magic she casually performed, and her proficiency with it changed the way I viewed her in an instant.
She did it with ease, not even giving the movement a second thought.
Not many fae practiced like that. Her innocence may have been preserved for her betrothed, but in all other ways, this was a female of skill and knowledge.
She waved the light to hang itself above the bed, and it obeyed its creator. Impressive.
“Gods be merciful!” she spat when she got a good look at me. Focused on my throbbing cock, she was struck speechless.
I let out a laugh. There was nothing else to do. Her face was a picture.
“Wa—was that all inside me?”
“Not quite. I pulled out before the knot could tie us.”
She blinked. “The what?”
“This.” I gestured at the engorgement at the base. “It swells to keep us locked together.”
She looked aghast. “Why?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that burst from me. I carefully moved from her still parted thighs and dropped down onto the bed beside her, pulling her into my arms, careful of my still swollen dick between us.
“Don’t laugh—explain,” she said, shoving at my arms.
This was not supposed to be lesson time, but my mate was apparently demanding one. “May I first ascertain if you are well?” I meant it, but my words came with a bit of playfulness.
She stopped trying to push me away, and her face softened. “I am well, thank you.”
“Are you sore?”
She shook her head, then looked thoughtful and shrugged. “I feel reminded of your presence, but it’s not a bad feeling.”
I sighed with relief.
“Now please explain yourself.”
“It’s part of a dragon’s physiology. It swells to lock the male inside the female to aid in conceiving young…
Well, when such things were possible from the act alone.
These days, with magic so weak in this realm, only a course of healer’s tonic can ready a mate for conception and even then, only if the Goddess wills it.
But the knot is meant to keep us tied for a period of time after, to improve chances of a fruitful mating. ”
“But you didn’t want that with me?” She looked crestfallen.
I cupped her face, directing her eyes to mine. “It would have hurt you this time. It was too much to expect you to take.”
“This time?”
“Yes.” I smiled in the fae light she had created. “There will be more, Trix. I’m not done with you.”
I could have lied and tried to act like I wouldn’t take every opportunity to be with her now that we’d broken open the dam, but why keep up the pretense? The only one I was lying to was myself.
“Don’t make promises you won’t keep.” She blushed, and it warmed my soul to have that effect on her. I knew just from such sentimental thought that I was already ruined.
“I’m keeping them.” I got a cool rag from the wash basin and cleaned us both up.
“So have we melded then?” she asked out of nowhere.
“Excuse me?” I choked.
“You know, the melding that comes with the bond we have.”
“Umm, no. Melding is magic, not sex.”
She frowned. “So what was that then? That connection I felt to my core?”
I baulked inwardly. I couldn’t say it. She could never know, or she would never allow me to leave her. Plastering on a convincing smile, I kissed the tip of her nose. “That, Trix, was really great sex.”
She blushed again, buying my answer, and I felt a part of me die.