by Amber Foy
It was a bliss I’d never known. Tight and fierce and I pushed my hips up to him again and again. Panting. Sweating. My fingers clawing at the earth, at the bluntness of his talons, at the hot, scaled strength of his foreleg. Anywhere and anything to take in the wild tension, the fire and joy searing my flesh.
“Fuck… Niron—”
I gasped his name and his low and pleasured growl ripped through the strain holding me, charging—fuck, oh fuck—surging a wave of fiery light over me in a wild and screaming rush.
I cried out, caught in it, lost to it, hardly aware…
I was on my knees and…and—
A shriek burst from me as a monstrous dragon cock surged into my still-fluttering pussy. His strong foreleg lifted me and pinned me to this chest, to the burning hot underbelly of a rutting beast.
Each fierce stroke escaped me in a half-scream. A cry of pain and of pleasure. Because—fuck—he was buried within my juicy cunt, buried deep and he had no intention of stopping until he came.
And that was right. And wanted, so fucking wanted—
“Yes…”
I panted out the word, working my hips back against his cock, wanting it deeper and harder. Wanting to find another insane burst of bliss.
His vast wings arced, his hard muscles taut and working against my naked skin, the press of leathery scales, of smoke and spices and of me spread against him like a deliciously eager virgin sacrifice—
It was everything I ever wanted. Everything.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Drive that dragon-dick so hard I can taste you. Taste your come.”
“My fierce and dirty little mate.” His words—hot and eager—flashed across my mind. “I will fuck you and fill you. Only me. Always me.”
His dick speared me and he worked my body, my cunt against him. His happy fuck-doll. And yes, I wanted just that. Wanted to be fucked and bred by the his glorious, glorious beast.
Fuck. Stroke after stroke. Pummelling my pussy. Making me his. I was fucking a dragon. A beast. An animal. Yes, oh… There. Oh, fuck, there—
I shrieked, my wild cry echoing around the forest and scattering beasts from branches in a panicked rush. But I didn’t care. The rush of it, the insane heat, the light, the joyous scream in my flesh, melting my bones took me, held me, and still Niron’s fierce, uneven thrusts jerked into my twitching, boneless flesh…
…until his roar shattered the air and his dragon-seed splashed into my womb.
I was his. I was his.
Forever.
Finally, I’d found my home.
***
My limbs were twitching and sated and I lay in a daze on the soft earth, sweat and juices and muck a mix on my flesh, but did I care? Not for a second. I’d been fucked in a way had existed only in my fantasies.
“Zaira.”
I frowned, the pull of muscles around my eyes so much effort. That had sounded…outside my head. My frown deepened. But it was Niron’s voice.
Fingers pushed back the wild tangle of my hair. Gentle fingers. The teasing brush of fingertips against my damp temple. The last of the suns’ light had faded and I squinted up at the heavy shadow of a man.
A man.
I closed my eyes and a dark and hollow pain filled my chest. Had it all been a fantasy, after all? My beautiful dragon a figment of my need. My years’ long ache. My throat tightened and I willed back the fall of tears.
“I’m here.”
His voice was smooth and low and so similar to the one that had filled my thoughts. But it didn’t make sense. What had happened? I ached. I ached in places that had never known an ache before. And I was beyond exhausted, just as if I’d been…ridden hard.
“Oh you were, my sweetling.”
My eyes shot open. “Niron?” It came out on a half-croak, my throat still sore from lengthy and lusty screaming. I swallowed and wet dried lips. “Niron, is that…you?”
“Who else would I allow to see you naked?”
“Git of a dragon.” But there was no anger behind my words. Just affection…and relief. So much relief. And then my brain caught up. “You’re…”
My fingers twitched, my hand flopping in his general direction. Who knew that being fucked my a dragon could be so deliciously exhausting? I smile tugged at my mouth. Well, I did, for one…
I pulled my mind back. “You’re human.”
“I have the appearance of a human male, yes. As you have the appearance of a thoroughly fucked and naked human female.” There was a thread of dark humour to his voice. “Appearances can be…deceptive.”
His words caught and twisted and I tugged them apart. “You can change shape? Or it’s a form of camouflage?”
“It is…who and what we are.”
Strong, bare arms pulled me to him, nestling me in his lap and neither of us cared that I was sticky and mucky. I smelt of earth, our earth, our world, and the rich odour of rather wonderful sex.
I pressed my mouth to the strong column of his throat, tasting skin, the hints of spices and leather under my lips and tongue. His dragon scent. No matter what body he wore, that would never change.
I frowned. How…how could I know that…?
“It is—”
“Who and what we are?” I huffed a breath against his neck. “Git.”
His warm laughter shook his body against mine, his arms tightening and his long, thick cock pressing so much more firmly against my ass. I wriggled and he stilled. “You will understand in time, my lovely Zaira. And as I wear this shape…you…”
His words trailed away, his teeth biting into the curve of my neck, the jolt of pleasure breaking a gasp from me.
“I…?”
Niron had the insane ability to send all higher thought dribbling out of my brain. Just as I’d always wanted. Especially as clever fingers slipped down over my belly to tease across my freshly aching clit.
His smooth voice was a rich, dark murmur against the shell of my ear. “Oh, my sweetling, I will no longer fly alone.”
I squeaked, held in that thought and the hot flick of his fingers, the sudden surge of a quick and fiery release catching me so suddenly that it shot lava through my veins. “Fly. Fly? I’m a dragon too?”
Niron eased his thick cock into my clutching pussy, his heavy groan fluttering across my skin. “And wait, wait until I fly-fuck you.”
I gasped at his next, hard thrust into my cunt, clinging to him, wanting him…and fuck…
I couldn’t wait. I really couldn’t.
The End
This is probably the last—for the moment—of the short stories in the Beast Bites series.
Though never say never…
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About the Author
Amber Foy likes to play with monsters.
Who doesn’t…?
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Also by Amber Foy
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Given to the Beast
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Lupus Secondus
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Dragon’s Need
Minotaur’s Hunger
Creature Feature Bundle: Books One, Two & Three
Snow Beast’s Urge
Beast Bites
The Manticore’s Mate
Under Her Stallion
Taken by the Cat-Beast
Hounded by the Alpha-Dog
A Dragon Rides Her
The Emperor’s Stallions
The Stable Girl
The Palace Virgin
The Emperor’s Daughter
House of the Forbidden
Daemon Orgy
Monstrous Kings
Her Dragon King
Hell-Dogs
Captured by the Hell-Dog
Tied to the Hell Dog
Prey for the Hell-Dog
Standalone Stories
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The Orcs Willing Prize
The Orc’s Chosen One
The Orc-Queen
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Taboo Feasts
Thrown to the Wolves : A Hallowe’en Story
The Horned One : A Winter Story
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Dinosaur Lust
Dinosaur Orgy
Monsters from the Deep: Books 1 & 2