BROGAN_A Steamy WereDragon Romance

by Bonnie Burrows

  Brogan could not stop kissing her, and Gabrielle certainly had no wish for him to stop. She returned the kisses and ran her hands up and down his back and over the cheeks of his bottom, giving them a proper squeeze. The fine hairs of his chest rustled against her bosom, hardening her nipples. Nibbling playfully at her chin, Brogan said, “Lean back. Let me get a feel of your tits.” She did, pushing herself back just enough to give him some space to grasp her bust.

  He took handfuls of the warm water and smoothed them onto the roundness of her breasts. She wanted to close her eyes and take in the feeling of his hands cupping her and the sweet teasing of his fingers on her nipples, but that would deprive her of the sight of his handsome face gazing at her with such simmering lust. Truly there was nothing in all the galaxy to compare with the lust of a Lacertan man. Turning her nipples like knobs on an ancient radio, Brogan pecked at Gabrielle’s lips and whispered, “Play with my cock and my balls some more.”

  Gabrielle happily obliged him. She submerged her hands and tugged at his straining erection and full, tender sac under the water. He filled his hands with her breasts and squeezed them, and she pulled his foreskin all the way up over the head of his tool and slid it back again, repeating the motion to stoke his desire hotter and hotter, while cupping his sac in the palm of her hand and squeezing it, imagining it filling with more milky seed just for her. She wanted him to give her all of it, exactly where he wanted it to go the first time.

  They stayed that way a good long time, giving what they’d put in the water a chance to work. He looked down at her sides to see where she’d been hurt. The medics had done as well for her as she had said. He found no redness or purple-ness or anything to show the injury to her ribs, only a blush on her skin to suggest that it had once been reddened. He wanted her to turn pink from pleasure, not injury. Brogan started to move his hands up and down her sides, caressing her body while she fondled his male parts, and kissed her all the more deeply, all the more hungrily.

  Somewhere in the midst of kisses that felt as if they would go on forever, Gabrielle sighed and said, “You feel so good, Brogan. So good.”

  “No pain at all anymore, then?”

  “The last ache is gone.” She smiled at him. “Between the brandy and the bath.”

  “Bet you’ll feel even better when I stick what you’re playing with inside you.” He licked her lips. “You really know how to handle a cock. Even if it’s just one.”

  “The one you have is plenty,” she said. “Are you ready for me?”

  “I was ready when we were on the bed, remember? The novelty of using the dildo on you got me too worked up. I want to give you a proper fuck now.”

  She backed up against the edge of the tub and climbed up onto the rim, sitting there with legs parted and arms outstretched, inviting him in. Brogan fixed his eyes on the parted, velvety, pink curtains of her womanhood, soaking wet and beckoning to him. His erection raged like an angry sea serpent under the water. The thought, Damn, I want that thundered in his mind. He went to her and encaged her with his arms, capturing her lips with his mouth. She leaned back onto the floor alongside the tub and let him lean his beautiful body over her, kissing her ever more urgently, while bringing his throbbing and pulsing tool to her opening. He poised the head of it between her folds and broke his kiss to ask, “Are you really ready?”

  “Yes,” she said, and sucked on his lower lip for emphasis.

  The hesitation was over. “Fuck,” Brogan groaned. And he slid his rod between her labia and deep into her, doing with his real, natural, warm and living human phallus what he could not do with the false dragon prongs. The feeling of having it in her at last, all the way in her, completely overtook him. “Uuuhhh, yes!” he grunted loudly, holding himself inside Gabrielle and feeling her body react to their joining.

  She pulled him into another kiss and locked her thighs around him, and after a long, trembling moment of savoring his entrance, he started to stroke his tool in and out of her. She whimpered with pure delight at his pumping, and he grunted on in time with his beats. Finally, finally…it was so good to be doing it. Steadily, not too hard and not too softly, with just the right stroke, Brogan claimed her sex with his own.

  Supporting himself with his elbows on the bathroom floor, Brogan screwed Gabrielle lying over the edge of the sunken tub. The warmth of the water could not compare to the heat in their bodies as he pumped his cock deep, deep inside her and she tightened her legs around him, taking all that he had to give.

  He kept a steady beat, slipping and sliding his pole in her passage, his entire being lighting up with the feeling of it and with the knowledge of the feeling that he was giving her. Gabrielle flexed and relaxed her legs with his thrusts, showing him how much she wanted him, and he made desperate moans at the pleasure that was so consuming him. Brogan slipped into a zone of total bliss at having his hardness in her tight, tight wetness, and took in the soft sounds of her own enraptured sighs and moans, telling him how wonderful she felt at having him in her.

  “Do it harder,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Oh… Do it harder.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes!”

  Brogan grunted more loudly, feverish with pleasure, and began to beat his cock into her both faster and harder, making the two of them feel like a single flesh. He kissed her savagely, giving full vent to his desire for her. “Fuck, you’re good…oh, fuck yes, you are so good…”

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned back at him. “Oh, keep going…keep going…”

  And he did. Maintaining the hard rhythm of his thrusting, he plunged in and out of her, on and on, building up the heat within them more and more. His grunts and her cries grew louder with the growing intensity of his screwing. The wet sounds of his flesh pounding against hers while he drove his meat into her filled their ears. The sounds they made reverberated against the walls. “I’m almost there!” he cried. “Oh, fuck, I’m almost…almost… UUUHHH!”

  Unable to hold back, Brogan drove his tool all the way into her, and the feeling overtook him completely. A roaring heat churned up from his loins and reached through his entire body, and a thick surge of cream erupted from his member and spilled into Gabrielle’s womb. He held his hardened length in her, all the way to his balls that pressed against her mound, and gave her a deluge of seed.

  Panting, moaning, almost weeping, he settled down on top of her and filled her up. Shutting his eyes, he heard Gabrielle making sounds to match his own. She caressed his back, taking in his orgasm and the slippery wetness that she knew was flowing from him into her, and savored this oneness with him.

  Lifting his head to kiss her again, Brogan said, “Shit, I hate getting soft. I hate having to take my dick out.”

  “I know what you mean,” she said, kissing him back. “That was exactly what I needed.”

  “Gave you a good dose, did I?”

  “Good for what ails me,” she said with a smile and another kiss.

  “There’s something else that’ll be good for you too. Just keep those legs open.”

  Gabrielle sighed and closed her eyes, knowing what he had in mind. Brogan traced his way down her body with the tip of his tongue until he came to the place where his loins had been. And then Gabrielle felt the new delight of his tongue on her sex.

  She squirmed a bit at the feeling. “Oh yes…” Now the licks and laps of his tongue up and down her labia and over her mound became her world. There was nothing else but Brogan’s expert oral sexing. His tongue probed into where his thrusting shaft had been, and he made delicious sounds at the taste of her juice mixed with his seed. He penetrated her that way for a good long while, loving as much to take her with his tongue as he did with his erection, until he found his way to the bead of her joy and began to lick at it.

  She responded with a reflex of pure pleasure, pushing herself into his face, and he gave her more, alternately licking and sucking at her little love handle, swirling his tongue around it and wetly nudging at it, making eddies of rapture
that spun up through her body, carrying her along on rising waves of pleasure until she was as high as she could go. And then her body sang out from inside, and she poured out her voice to match it. She felt her soul shimmering with her climax, and her wail of ultimate delight hit the ceiling of the bath. As it subsided, Brogan kissed and fingered her sex, satisfied at having satisfied her.

  He climbed up and over her again, enclosing her between his arms and letting her wrap his arms around him for another long, wet kiss. “That was good,” he said. “That was really, really good. I needed that.”

  “After what we went through tonight,” she agreed, “we both did.”

  “I know. I really wanted—needed—to fuck you, but you were hurt pretty badly tonight.”

  “I’m fine,” she reassured him. “Better than fine at the moment, after that. Your medics did an excellent job. And you’re pretty good medicine yourself.”

  “Thank you,” he said, and kissed her again. “That was so sweet, I’d love to get some more of you, in bed. I just wanted to be absolutely sure…”

  “I’m not fragile. I didn’t break. And I know how much you guys love to do it, remember?” She kissed him back. “I want more of you too. I insist we get into bed and you get yourself back into me.”

  He grinned at her, sexily, lustily. “I insist too. And so does my dick.” He gave her another kiss. “Just, for my own peace of mind…let me do the work, okay? You just enjoy.”

  “I will enjoy it,” she said. “I absolutely will.”

  They toweled off, kissing over and over, playing with each other’s privates while getting dry—and anticipating getting the parts down there very wet again soon. Then they took themselves back to bed.

  They had left the toy and the lube on the bed, and Brogan, squeezing her bottom, said, “We’re not going to need the toy for a while. Put it away.” Gabrielle took the dildo back to her bag while Brogan put the lube on the nightstand and stretched out on the bedspread. She found him lying there, half-erect, one arm outstretched to her. “Come over here.”

  Gabrielle strode over to the bed and lay down with him, and they drew into a naked embrace and another long, simmering kiss, while their hands roamed up and down each other’s body. They communicated not with words but with touches, Gabrielle nudging him onto his back and sliding her hands up the insides of his thighs. Instinctively, Brogan parted his legs and relaxed, preparing for what she did next. Immediately she climbed down his body, lowered her face between his legs, and took his newly hardening erection into her mouth.

  The response from Brogan’s member was immediate. Gabrielle, tasting the saltiness of his dollop of pre-seed, at once thrilled to the feeling of his tool lengthening on her tongue and stiffening between her lips. Her sucking was waking up the dozing dragon at Brogan’s crotch. He made a sound—“Mmm…”—that told her that she now had him floating on a cloud of the pleasure that only a man could feel with his root in the mouth of a woman he found beautiful.

  She set herself to giving him more of what he was so enjoying. She pulled at his erection with slow, sensuous movements, calculated to create the greatest satisfaction in him and draw it from him. Gazing up his body, she watched him slowly rock his head back and forth, watched the flexing and relaxing of his muscles and the rising and falling of his chest and abs. The rhythm of his body’s reactions was in perfect time to her sucking on his hard, delicious cylinder of flesh.

  He made noises like a man in a dream—the most wonderful dream a man could have. Carefully, she let his hard-on slip from her mouth and bob, glistening against her face while she licked its length, swirled around its crown, and played at its hole with the tip of her tongue. Brogan moaned as if in a trance, “Suck it some more…suck it some more…”

  Gabrielle obliged him, taking his full length with one gulp, making him twitch in an erotic spasm on the bed. “FUCK!” he shouted, slamming the palms of his hands on the bedspread; then, half-gasping and half-laughing, he babbled on, “Oh, shit…oh, shit…” at the feeling of her holding his root in her mouth. He reared up on his elbows and gazed down at her, almost in a stupor. “Shit, you’re good…oh, shit…” Brogan dropped back down onto the bed and Gabrielle began to suck him with a quicker rhythm than before. He moaned like a man losing his mind, totally possessed by what she was doing to him.

  And she was not nearly done with him yet. She released his cock yet again, spread his legs wider, and bent his knees up. “Stay just like that,” she told him, and reached to the nightstand for the Slipdragon. Brogan watched what she was doing through eyes half-glazed over with lingering bliss. She applied the lube to the index and middle fingers of one hand, then put the vial back on the nightstand—and returned to her spot between his open and bent thighs. Brogan breathed deeply, suspecting what she was about to do—and he was right.

  He slipped deeper into bliss with Gabrielle taking her lubed fingers and rubbing them around the rim of his puckering sphincter. His throaty, laughing moan rose again: “Oh…fuck…yes…!” Brogan quivered at the sensation of Gabrielle’s slippery fingers circling the pulsating cavity of his ass. And to drive him even madder, she inserted just the tip of her finger into his pucker and twirled it around. Brogan tossed his head crazily and almost howled with delight, grabbing at the bedspread as if to stop himself from taking flight without his wings. How much more of this could he take? He was going to love finding out.

  Gabrielle stepped up her game. While still fingering his hole, she brought her face in closer and oh so tenderly took his sac of berries into her mouth. Brogan now stopped tossing and stopped trembling, paralyzed with pleasure. The combination of what she was doing with her fingers and mouth rendered him unable to move, or do anything but receive the ecstasy she was giving him. Long moans drifted from his mouth as she stroked, prodded, and probed his sphincter and sucked his pouch, taking first one of his berries into her mouth, then the other, then both, alternating from one to the other.

  She loved his man parts and loved what she was using them to do to him, and she relished how much he was loving it as well. After how long neither of them knew, Brogan could not keep his legs up any longer. He let them fall and lie spread open wide on the bed. Having made him a prisoner of oral pleasure, Gabrielle took her fingers away from his hole and returned his wooden and still-needy shaft to her mouth for another long and sultry sucking.

  Utterly blissed-out, Brogan lay there, surrendering, completely at her mercy. It was all he could do to bring his hands to her head and sift his fingers through her hair while she sucked him with steady pulls and strokes, taking his meat all the way to the back of her mouth. He couldn’t even make a sound now except to breathe. She had totally captured him. He let Gabrielle feast on the succulence between his legs for a good long while until she finally let him go once again and returned to licking his rod up and down and tonguing the head of it.

  “Damn,” he croaked, “you could give lessons at that.”

  Chuckling, Gabrielle gave him one last lick and suck. Then she climbed back up his body and straddled his crotch. A new wave of excitement rose quickly in Brogan as he quickly recovered his strength and grasped her hips, letting her guide herself down onto him and send his cock up, up, into the tight, wet crevice of her desire. Sheathing him all the way inside her, Gabrielle took a second to savor the pleasure of joining with him this way.

  She lay herself down on him, resting her breasts against his bristling pecs, and lowered her face to him, bringing their lips together. Brogan received her kiss while grasping her hips and bending his legs to put the soles of his feet together, forming a bow with his legs. And with that bow, he began to fire the arrow of his prick up into her with all his recovering might.

  Euphoric, sounding drunk, pumping into her from below, Brogan groaned, “Damn, that’s a wet, sexy kitty you’ve got. Let me see your tits…”

  She lifted herself up, supporting herself with her hands, and let her bosom quiver in his face. Brogan began to take her three ways now. Contin
uing to ram his rod up inside her, he squeezed her ass cheeks and made her whimper for more, while kissing and licking at her breasts and catching her nipples one at a time in his mouth to suck them. He was now making her as crazed with pleasure as she had made him with her blow job.

  They entered into a chorus of moans and groans, underscored by the slippery sounds of Brogan’s dick sliding up and down, penetrating her dripping-wet passage. Their bed trembled along with their bodies, the injuries that Gabrielle had taken now completely forgotten. This was the last stage of her healing, a healing by pure, raw sex that both restored the vigor to her and charged him up with the balm of sweet, raw screwing.

  “I’m gonna make you come,” Brogan grunted up at her while thrusting relentlessly. “Sit up and ride me.” Gabrielle had no reason to doubt his word when she sat up straight on him and he stretched out his legs, taking one hand from her ass to maneuver it below her muff. With his thumb, he found her pleasure nub once again and started to strum at it. She went into a kind of erotic dance, bouncing up and down on him to maintain the wet friction he had started with his thrusting, while she tossed her head from side to side in response to the feeling of his pole inside her and his thumb on her sweet spot.