Dragon Lord 6 - Dragon Lord's Destiny

by Cynthia Sax

  The shouting grew louder. “We must leave quickly,” Celestria urged.

  Grau lowered his dragon body to the stone, and she climbed onto his back, straddled his neck with her legs, held onto his scales.

  He flapped his wings once, twice, and they were airborne, the wind whistling around them. “We are flying.” Celestria laughed, patting his scales.

  He roared, spread his wings wider, and glided. Her heart pounded. She was riding a dragon, and soon she would give everything she had to the man she loved. Celestria rested her cheek against his scales. His muscles rippled under her, his strength incredible.

  They landed in a clearing, the space surrounded by tall trees. “Beautiful.” She draped her body over his, wishing to slow every step, to savor this, their first encounter. He swung his dragon head around to gaze at her.

  They stayed like that for several moments, content to be together, to be touching, at peace with the night, with each other. Celestria stroked his scales, caressing him, soothing her beast.

  He licked her left leg with his split tongue, pushing the coarse fabric of her gown upward, exposing more skin. Her undergarments had been shredded on the battlefield to bind wounds. The flight had loosened her laces.

  “Do you wish more of me to lick?” Celestria pulled her skirt to her waist, removing the excess fabric bunched between her legs. Her wet pussy connected with hot dragon, and she inhaled sharply. Grau rumbled, his body vibrating against her, the motion drawing more moisture from her core.

  “Ohhh…” She rubbed over him, trying to appease her growing need. He flicked his tongue against her upper thigh, his hot breath wafting on her skin. “Aye, lick me, Grau.”

  He nudged her knee, his tongue rasping over her. She wanted that wicked tongue on her pussy. Celestria dismounted her dragon and sank to the ground. Grau wedged his great head between her legs, widening her stance, opening her completely to him.

  “You are a wicked beast.” She clasped onto him as he licked and nuzzled upward, escalating her arousal with every brush of his tongue. The experience resembled a dream, too unreal to resist, to fear. She had a dragon between her thighs. One snap of his jaws, and she was dead.

  Grau slid his tongue along her feminine folds, moving over her, up and down, up and down. “Aye, aye, aye.” She moved into his intimate caress, moaning, panting, shameless in her need. This was natural, right.

  He entered her and she gasped, clenching around his tongue, her body protesting the invasion. “Very wicked.” Her voice grew husky.

  Grau stroked along her inner walls, exploring, tasting all of her.

  “Grau.” Celestria writhed, rubbing her ass, her back over the grass-covered ground. He spread his split tongue, stretching her open, and she moaned, her pussy exquisitely full.

  Smoke curled around them, heat rolling off his big body. Sweat trickled between her breasts, her loose-fitting gown suddenly too tight, the fabric too abrasive. Celestria pulled the garment over her head and flung it to the ground.

  Grau rumbled, his tongue fluttering deep inside her, and she tightened. “Grau?” she whimpered, the stress unbearable. She needed. She wanted.

  He bumped his dragon mouth against her clit and she broke, arching her back, pushing her mons into his snout, screaming his name. The stars above them swirled into a stream of light. Waves of hot and cold rushed over her. She gripped his scales with all of her strength, holding onto him, trusting him to keep her safe.

  Her dragon licked her, soothing her, draining her body of moisture, and she sagged, falling forward, resting on his snout, a breath away from his deadly teeth. “I am yours, Grau.” She pressed her lips to one of his scars.

  Silver scales became tanned skin, his body shrinking, forelegs becoming strong arms. “You are mine,” he rumbled, his voice deep and his body hard. His cock pressed against her stomach, his chest flattened her bare breasts.

  Grau held a small silver band set with an unusual silver stone. “This will bind you to me.” He clasped her left hand, sparks lighting his eyes. “Forever.” He slipped the ring over her finger. “I claim you, Celestria.” The band tightened, fusing to her skin, and something shifted inside her soul.

  “What magic is this?” She stared up at him, the connection between them intensifying.

  “Drakon magic.” He pressed a larger silver band into her palm. “This will bind me to you.” Grau folded her fingers over the ring. “Claim me, mate.”

  Celestria’s hands shook as she pushed the ring over Grau’s scarred knuckle. “I claim you.”

  The band tightened around his finger. “Forever.” He perused her naked body slowly, his gaze lingering on her breasts. Her nipples were taut, aching for his touch.

  “Forever,” Celestria repeated. She gazed at him also, admiring the width of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, the length and width of his hard cock. Tonight she’d take that cock within her, giving him everything. She trembled with anticipation.

  “Be brave, little warrior.” He drifted his rough fingers over her collarbone and down her sides.

  “I do not fear you.” Celestria swayed into him, flattening her palms on his chest, his heart beating wildly under her fingertips. She did that to him, made his heart race and his cock harden. Power swirled around her. “I want you.”

  Grau’s eyes darkened. “You shall have me.” He curled his fingers over her hips and pulled her into him, covering her lips with his.

  She opened to him, accepting all of him -- beast and man, and their tongues entwined, engaging in a sensuous battle. He tasted of charred meat and wine and smelled of smoke. Celestria threaded her fingers through his shaggy black hair, holding him to her.

  He growled softly into her mouth and cupped her ass, lifting her into him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her pussy lips against his shaft, wetting his skin with her arousal.

  Grau broke their kiss, leaning his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “You are fearless, mate.” He lowered her to the flattened grass, covering her with his body.

  “You make me fearless.” She followed one deep scar on his cheek with her fingertips. He was a dragon lord, a warrior, well able to protect her should she ever falter in battle, and he loved her, that fierce emotion burning in his eyes.

  Grau moved over her, rubbing his shaft along her pussy lips, his chest over her sensitive breasts, teasing her nipples with his skin. Celestria bent her knees, cradling him between her thighs.

  “What do I do?” she asked. She’d overheard enough from her brothers to know a good lover “did not simply lie there,” but took part somehow in the encounter. “Train me in this, Grau.” Celestria undulated under him, caressing him as he caressed her. “Teach me how to please you.” She explored his back with her fingertips, savoring the ripple of muscle, learning the placement of his scars. “I wish to be the best.”

  He groaned, increasing his pace, grinding his cockhead against her clit. “You are too skilled already.” His low voice rolled along her spine, and she trembled. He rubbed up and down, up and down, the friction warming her, lighting fires she had never experienced before.

  She had wanted him this morning on the battlefield but this need was different. She loved him, and he loved her. There were no constraints, no guilt, their desire unfettered, freed. Celestria dug her fingernails into his back, lifting into him.

  “I want you too much.” Grau swiveled his hips, winding her passion higher and she panted, her lungs aching, her breasts heaving. She was hungry for breath, for him. “I cannot last,” he confessed.

  “Then take me quickly.” She sucked on his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin. He was inhumanly hot, beads of sweat forming over his form, his smoke concealing the stars from her view. “Fill me,” she demanded.

  “Aye.” Grau prodded her pussy with his broad tip. He was large, very large. She spread her legs wider, opening more to him, determined to take him.

  He pushed inside her pussy, stretching her to the point of pain. She pressed
her lips together, swallowing a whimper.

  “You are small, mate.” Grau met her gaze. Rivulets of moisture wetted his black hair and ran down his cheeks.

  Celestria lifted her chin. “Do not underestimate me, warrior.” She thrust her hips upward, driving him deeper. Pain shot through her, and she gasped.

  “Fearless.” Grau’s eyes gleamed. He paused, his cock partially buried in her pussy, and he held his position, a warrior reassessing the landscape, plotting his battle tactics.

  “This is not hostile territory, Grau.” She extended her tongue and licked his neck. “I am yours for the conquering.”

  “Mine.” He slid into her carefully, slowly, his restraint both admirable and frustrating. He treated her as though she were fragile, delicate, not his equal, his match.

  “Faster.” Celestria raked his back with her fingernails, and he hissed.

  “I will train you this night.” Grau reached back, grabbed her wrists, and stretched her arms above her head, securing her with one hand. “You do not train me.” He continued his leisurely invasion of her body, filling her until she could take no more. She writhed, biting down on her bottom lip, determined to take all of him yet questioning if she could.

  Finally, his base pressed against her pussy lips. “Mine.” He released her arms, and his gaze met hers.

  “Yours,” she agreed. “You are so large.” She squeezed him with her inner muscles, and he groaned. “I feel the veins on your shaft pulsing inside me.”

  Grau gritted his teeth, his dragon roaring, his little human mate’s words and actions pushing him mercilessly toward release. She was fearless and strong and his, their souls bound together for all of eternity, their hearts beating as one.

  “Train me, Grau.” She smiled up at him, her lips swollen from his kisses. “Train me until my muscles ache, and I cannot stand the next morn.”

  Grau pulled out and pushed in, his movements shallow and slow. Her pussy was wet and tight, gripping his shaft as though Celestria had been made for him, for this, and he wanted to ravish her, to pound into his little female with everything he had. He wouldn’t, not yet. He would control himself, allow her body to adjust to his, prove himself worthy of the gift she was giving him.

  “Faster,” Celestria urged, having no such restraint. “I can take more. I can take all that you give me.” She linked her ankles above his tailbone and closed her thighs around his hips, securing her hold on him, not that he would ever let her go. She was his.

  “Release your beast.” She bounced her heels against his clenched ass cheeks, her love play excitingly rough. He thrust into her again and again, each drive forward pushing his cock deeper inside her hot pussy.

  It wasn’t enough for her. His female was insatiable, determined to drive him mad with desire. She lifted her hips, meeting him halfway, their bodies smacking together, sending waves of warmth over him.

  “Aye, Grau. This is what I need,” she crowed with triumph, riding him as hard as he rode her. “More of this, of your dragon.” She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, the bite of pain spurring him forward. He nipped at her bottom lip, and she cried out, arching toward him, her pussy walls narrowing around his shaft.

  He wouldn’t last. Grau grunted, laboring over her, his cock slick with her juices, his balls slapping against her soft skin. She felt too good, too perfect.

  “Aye, aye, aye.” She panted, her sounds thrilling him, his mate noisy in her loving, free with her words. “More. Harder.” Tremors rolled over her small form.

  He gripped her hips, driving her upward as he thrust down, fighting to please her. His claws extended. Scales shimmered over his arms. Smoke poured from his mouth, his beast close to the surface, enthralled by his mate.

  “Grau.” She writhed under him, her eyes wide and wild.

  “Come for me, mate.” As his base met her pussy lips, he swiveled his hips, grinding into her clit, ruthlessly breaking her, unable to wait longer for his own release.

  She screamed, bucking upward, her pussy clenching his shaft. He roared, flames licking around his lips, and drove even deeper, filling her with his cum, each spurt of his seed bringing him ecstasy, a satisfaction he’d never before known.

  Grau held his position for three heart-stopping moments, communicating his dominance over her, over all other rivals. She was his. His beast rumbled with pride.

  He shuddered, his scales rattling, and he sagged, resting against Celestria’s still form, pressing his face into her neck. For once, she was speechless, her breathing ragged, her breasts rising and falling against his chest.

  “You are my mate.” Grau rolled, taking her with him. He loved her. He would always love her.

  She smiled sleepily. “Aye.”

  Cynthia Sax

  Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

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