Breaking the kiss, he growled at her, and Rhonda gasped when he allowed his claws to run out, as he fisted her ass cheeks.
“No, we do this my way, or not at all. You’re my mate, to do with as I see fit, are you not?”
Tears shimmered in Rhonda’s eyes at his words, and his chest tightened with the force of his newfound feelings. Flexing her thighs around his waist, she pushed her heavy breasts further into his chest, while yanking his hair with enough force to cause a mild sting. She was a wild one, his dragon mate, as confirmed by her next breathless words.
“I thought you didn’t want me to be. I thought, you … oh.”
She blanched and her mouth opened into a silent O when he lifted her up, until the tip of his cock aligned with her channel, and then he impaled himself with one forceful thrust, that sent darts of exquisite pleasure though his veins. Her internal muscles quivered and clamped down on his cock in a seeming effort to hold him inside her body, when he pulled out all the way and then slammed back home. Spreading his legs wide to give him better leverage, Drorgan bounced his woman up and down his cock with jerky, ever faster moves. Her breasts bounced, her head fell back, and she gushed around his dick, aiding his forceful claim of her body.
“Does this feel as though I don’t want you, girl?”
“No, I don’t … God, harder, please. I need to … oh yes, yes … God…”
He caught her scream of release in his mouth as her pussy clamped around him in a viselike grip, the rhythmic pressure around his shaft sending him, too, into the abyss of pure bliss. Drorgan staggered back to his bed with Rhonda draped around his body like the climbing ivy that graced the walls of his castle, as she convulsed around his cock. Dropping them both on the bed, he allowed himself a few more strokes into the wet haven of her delectable cunt, loving the wet sounds their lovemaking created between them, before he pulled out of her.
Seeing her inner lips stretched around his cock, that tool slick with their combined juices, which rushed out of her body to coat the tight ring of muscle that he intended to claim next—fuck, that was hot.
Arms thrown above her head, struggling for breath, and with her eyes closed, Rhonda looked the very image of thoroughly fucked woman, but he wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot.
Grasping her ankles he pulled her back off the bed until her ass was half hanging off, and delved in to lick her clean.
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Still riding the aftershocks of her fast and furious orgasm, the first lick of his rough tongue across her clit renewed the contractions, and Rhonda whimpered. She didn’t know whether she was pleading for more, or pleading him to stop. Not that Drorgan took any notice of the incomprehensible sounds coming from her mouth. Instead, he renewed his efforts to make her come time and time again, until she could do nothing more than ride the waves of her seemingly never ending release, as he lapped up her arousal. Time lost all meaning, nothing mattered but the intense waves of pleasure he created with his tongue and fingers.
It was only when she started whimpering his name and tried to scoot away from the relentless pressure against her over sensitive clit, that he came up for air. Kissing a path of little bursts of fire, he made his way slowly up her body. Over the quivering, sweat slicked skin of her abdomen, up to her breasts, where he paid particular attention to her aching nipples. Pushing her breasts together, he laved the sensitive buds, sucked, nipped and teased, until Rhonda was once more on the brink of release.
“Please, please … I can’t … no more.”
Drorgan released what felt like a hugely swollen nipple from his mouth, allowing his teeth to graze along the tip, and Rhonda let go off the bed covers she had been fisting, and grasped hold of his hair instead. Their gazes locked, as she tried to pull him up, off, closer—she wasn’t entirely sure which, and the heated emotion blasting back at her held her spellbound.
He grinned, and letting go of her breast, grasped her wrists and yanked her hands off of his head.
“Naughty little dragon. I said we do this my way, did I not?”
Her stomach hollowed out at the intonation he put on those few words, as his voice dropped further, taking on the gravelly, smoky quality which told her how much the dragon was in control right now. It was a truly exhilarating thought that she aroused him this much. His cock was an iron hard ridge against her thigh again, and her eyes widened when he scooted up her body, until he straddled her chest. His spicy masculine musk enveloped her, as the action brought the tip of his magnificent cock level with her mouth. The urge to taste him, to return some of the pleasure he had already given her dictated her actions, and sticking her tongue out she swiped across the head of his cock.
His growl of pleasure shook the bed, while the pressure on her wrists grew painful. Emboldened by his reaction she did it again, lifting her head up, and stretching her lips wide over his shaft, she swirled her tongue around his corona and back up and into his slit.
“Fuck, yes.”
His muttered groan while he lifted up slightly to enable her to take more of his shaft into her mouth spurred her on. She tugged against the hold he had on her wrists, but it was useless. It only resulted in him pushing his cock so far down her mouth that she coughed and gagged. If that were possible he grew even bigger inside her mouth, and the spicy drops of his pre-cum burned her throat as she swallowed convulsively to stop herself from gagging around his thick length.
“That’s it, little dragon, you will take this for me, and no touching. Use your mouth and tongue, only. Yes, so fucking good.”
His cock pulsed, and yet more of his essence slid down her throat. On impulse Rhonda added her teeth and grazed them along the silky skin when he pulled out. His dragon roared again, and letting go of her wrists, he buried his hands in her hair, and fucked her mouth in earnest. Rhonda relaxed her throat muscles, reveling in the feeling of his possession, the way his eyes closed in ecstasy when she hummed around his dick, and swallowed around the head of his shaft as he pushed in deep. The need to touch him consumed her, and with her hands now free, she wrapped them around the base of his shaft and fondled his heavy balls. They jumped under her fingertips, and Drorgan’s movements grew frantic, as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth. The bed bounced, and Rhonda’s nostrils flared with the need for oxygen, as his balls drew up tight to his body. His cock grew harder, pulsed underneath her tongue, thus giving her scant warning, before Drorgan’s shout rang in her ears, and he shot his seed down the back of her throat.
Rhonda did her best to swallow it all, and gasped for air when Drorgan withdrew and spurted the rest of his never ending cum over her throat and breasts, until she was thoroughly marked by the hot, pearly liquid. It left a fiery trail of his possession on her body.
“Look at me, girl.”
Drorgan yanked her hair to make her comply, and tears filled her eyes at the welcome pain. Seeing the man she loved stroke the last drops of his cum out of his cock, his gaze a smoldering inferno of need focused on her tits had to be one of the most erotic moments of her life. She lifted her hand to wipe away the sticky trail of cum that ran down the side of her mouth, and Drorgan shook his head.
“No, I want to see you dripping in my essence, marked for all to see and know that you’re my mate.” Letting go of her hair he got off her, and in the next instant he flipped her over onto her front. The air whooshed out of her lungs, and Rhonda mewled when he grasped her arms and pulled them behind her back.
“My very naughty mate.” Something about the way he said those words, made every muscle in her body clench, and her pussy do the freaking samba. How it was possible for her to still be horny, she couldn’t fathom, but the dark, delicious threat in his voice set her alight from the inside out, especially when he pulled at the rope holding the curtain off his bed, and proceeded to tie it around her wrists. Every sharp pull nudged her anticipation of what was yet to come higher.
“I told you not to touch me, yet my naughty little dragon did so anyway.” He murmured the words while conti
nuing to wrap the ropes around her forearms. Every sensuous slide of the rough hemp across her skin awakened new nerve endings. The fine hair on her arms stood to attention, and her breathing hitched when he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulling her head back, kissed her.
Drorgan claimed her mouth with an intensity and sense of purpose that left her in no doubt of his intentions. As passionate and demanding as that kiss was, imprinting him on her senses, it also spoke of his concern. As did the careful way he ran his fingertips under the rope restraining her, before he kissed his way up to her ear. Licking around the outer shell, he bit down lightly, and she could feel his smile when she groaned.
“Comfortable there, little dragon?” he asked, and Rhonda’s heart went into overdrive, when their gazes locked. Drawn into the mesmerizing flames swirling in his eyes, she managed nothing but a strangled groan of acknowledgement, before he brought the rope around her neck, and then tied it off on her arms somewhere.
“How about now?” His smile was pure wickedness itself, and Rhonda shut her eyes as adrenaline flooded her system. With her hands and arms tied together behind her back and connected to the rope around her neck, she didn’t dare move. Hardly dared to breathe, because the slightest move shifted what felt like a lethal noose around her neck.
“Lift that delightful behind of yours, and spread your knees while you do so. I want to see my cunt dripping for me.” His large hands maneuvered her effortlessly to where he wanted her, all the while assessing the rope, and making sure it didn’t tighten too much around her neck.
“Breathe, little one. I don’t want you passing out ... yet.”
Rhonda gasped for air, surprised to see that she could do so easily, and hot puffs of air ghosted across her exposed pussy lips, when Drorgan laughed at her reaction.
“That’s my girl. Did you think I would tie you in so hard that you wouldn’t be able to breathe?”
“No … maybe … I … ow.”
The swat to her ass came from nowhere, and Ronda collapsed back onto the bed with the sheer force behind it. Two more just as hard swats to the other cheek followed, and then Drorgan yanked her back to her knees while pushing her upper torso into the covers.
“Wrong answer, my dragon mate. I would never do something to harm you. Torture you a bit, until you’re a screaming, fucking mess, and then claim your ass, of course, I’ll fucking enjoy that. But never harm you.” He slid his thick digits through her wet pussy lips as he spoke, and brought those fingers right up to the tight ring of muscle guarding her butt. When he pushed what felt like his moisture slickened thumb through her anus, Rhonda couldn’t hold back her moan. Lord help her that shouldn’t feel that good, should it?
The forbidden thrill of what he was doing to her while he flicked her clit with his free hand, and started to thrust that thumb in and out of her tight asshole made her tingle in need all over, and she flexed her hips to seek more of that arousing pressure.
“Hmm, you like this, I see. Time to ramp this up a bit then.”
Rhonda had no time to wonder what he meant by that, because in the next instant several hard openhanded swats to her behind set her ass on fire. The feel of his hairy thighs sliding against hers as he got behind her, presumably to stop her from collapsing again as he wrapped one arm around her waist, and continued to pummel her behind, was like a swarm of beestings across her oversensitive flesh.
Every few swats he stopped to massage the hot flesh his hand had connected with to such devastating effect, dipped his fingers back into her pussy and then took her arousal up to her asshole working it into the tight muscle.
Rhonda lost count as he repeated the action until he could slide several fingers into her ass. Rhonda clenched around them, her body shaking in need, as he finger-fucked her ass, while sucking her hugely extended clit into his mouth. He seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. Her fuzz for brains mind couldn’t comprehend how he was doing anything anymore, too caught up in the pleasure pain sensations assaulting her.
When Drorgan bit down hard on the oversensitive nub in his mouth, Rhonda tumbled into her most intense orgasm yet. Opening her mouth to release some of the tension rocking through her body as the waves peaked, nothing came out, as tremors shook her, and then blunt pressure against her anus made her gasp anew.
Drorgan was back, holding her up with one arm, while murmuring instructions into her ear.
“Let go, little dragon, breathe, let me in. That’s it. Open up for me … fuck, you’re so deliciously tight. Push … yes … breathe, I’m in.”
Panting for breath, Rhonda made a keening sound at the back of her throat, as the pressure in her ass became unbearable. Previously unused muscles stretched to the very limits of their capacity, while Drorgan continued his careful advance into her body. When at long last his balls hit her clit, sending yet more shockwaves through her system, Rhonda gasped in delight.
Never in her life had she felt so stretched, so full, so aroused and hovering on the brink of yet another release, had felt so connected to anyone in her life before. Drorgan let out a shaky breath, as though he, too, was feeling this moment, and his voice had lost some of its usual authority when he spoke again.
“That feels fucking incredible. You’re incredible, my little dragon, and I’m so owning this ass. Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart.” He kissed her shoulder blades, and bringing one arm round linked his fingers with hers on top of the covers, as he slowly pulled his cock out her ass, only to sink back into its depths. The sensation that sprang out from that move took her breath away, and her pussy clenched in desperate need, as she struggled to form the words.
“Yes.”
Drorgan thrust again, slightly more powerfully this time, and Rhonda screamed her delight.
“Yes, what?” he asked, while finding a steady thrust in retreat rhythm that meant she was coming again.
“Yes, God, I’m going to come… Yes … argh. I’m yours.”
As though those had been the words he’d been waiting for, Drorgan went wild, and Rhonda lost herself to the raw, animalistic coupling as she screamed her orgasm. On and on it went, until at long last Drorgan stiffened above her. Pulling her up on her knees, he slid further into her ass, while he emptied himself into her body with hoarse shout of completion that shook the windows, before his legs seemed to give way underneath him. Rolling them both so that they were on their sides, with her body still clenching around the base of his shaft, he pulled her close, and held her.
When their breathing had finally returned to normal and the spots floating in her vision cleared, he withdrew his softening penis from the tight clasp she still had on it. The action made her wince, and Drorgan murmured an apology, claiming her mouth in breathtaking kiss at the same time.
With the last shreds of any conscious effort on her part, Rhonda whispered the words on her heart.
“I love you, Drorgan.”
Chapter Eleven
The whispered words were so faint, Drorgan might have missed them, had it not been for his sensitive ears and the way they immediately engraved themselves on his heart. His dragon flexed his wings, desperate to burst forth from his skin, to take flight and to shout his joy from the highest cliffs of his land. Not that his land was that big anymore. Every time he awoke from his stone to return to his castle it seemed to have shrunk more. He could fly far out to the sea, but he couldn’t fly very far inland, let alone approach the coast of the mainland. To do so would take him out of the dimension they were all effectively trapped in.
He frowned at his thought processes, and stretched his magic to the borders of his land. Just as he suspected they were still very much in existence, and he had too much to lose now to attempt to breach them.
Many had tried over the years, he knew that. Had witnessed them crumble into dust time and time again. It was just as well that Lasiandra’s magic was too strong for most humans to endure. His people instinctively stayed away from the invisible lines drawn around his realm. If they noticed that it was shrinking they
didn’t say so.
Maybe they genuinely didn’t notice anything amiss. After all, no one else ever asked after the ones who had gone missing. Once they crumbled through the veils of time and space it was as though they’d never existed at all.
The thought of something like that happening to his little dragon made him break out in a cold sweat. He would have to explain this all to her. In truth he should have done so from the beginning, but he couldn’t bring himself to find the words needed. So he’d watched over her instead, not that she had ever strayed that far, apart from the day Cheryladna had lured her up the cliffs. Had that really only been yesterday? It seemed a lifetime ago now, because so much had happened since then, so much of what he’d always believed to be true had crumbled away, until he hardly recognized life as it had been. For starters he wasn’t the last dragon anymore, not with Geva. Only time would tell, but the magic in his daughter was so strong, that he was fully expecting her to shift into her dragon form when puberty hit in a few hundred years. Another thing he had to explain to his mate. Dragons didn’t live forever, and they could be killed, but their lifespan spanned centuries, and as his dragon mate, she, too, would live far beyond her human counterparts. She would age much slower, if at all, especially if she was to bear his children. The thought of Rhonda heavy with his child made breathing difficult. They hadn’t discussed children, hadn’t discussed anything, really, and Drorgan could almost see Magda’s consternation at his woeful ill-preparing of his mate.
Rhonda moaned in her sleep, reminding Drorgan of the need to take care of her. He whistled through his teeth, as he slowly unwound the remaining ropes from Rhonda’s skin, and massaged the flesh to ensure the circulation. Released from her restraints she stretched like a cat, and he had to wonder at the small smile on her face. The marks left behind on her skin made him want to howl in pleasure. Mindful of her need for rest, he resisted that impulse, however and inhaled deeply of her scent. It was still just as alluring and addictive, but she’d lost the fragility of it. It surrounded humans, yet his little dragon mate’s aura glowed with her inner strength and the underlying fire of his dragon.
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