Ican’t believe this is happening. All this time, I’ve been worried that Zed was going to ghost me, and he’s actually mymate. I have a dragon that’smine.
It’s a fantasy I’ve never allowed myself, that I might ever have his heart. I’ve restricted my fantasies to dragoncocks, and I havetwo of those in my hands now: thick, pulsing, and leaking hot pre-cum over my hand. And the way his tail wraps around me and explores my body is almost like another lover, curious and demanding.
I circle the head of his cock around my clit. His skin is hot to the touch, the scales smooth and hard but so sensitive. He groans every time I bring his cock near my entrance, bucking his hips up.
“You want inside?” I tease, denying him again. He feels so good against my clit that I don’t want to stop.
“Yesss,” he hisses through his teeth, a wisp of smoke curling from his nostrils as his claws prick into my skin. He tries to work my hips down to take his cock, but I dodge it again, biting my lip as I chase down my orgasm.
“You gotta wait until I come.” It doesn’t take long. A few more grinds against his upper shaft, and my orgasm hits hard and fast, blowing through me like a windchime in a rainstorm.
When I pause to lick some of his salty, smoky pre-cum off my fingers, Zed growls, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine.
“Inside, Cari. Now.”
“I just wanted a little taste first.” I look up at him, and his golden eyes burn into mine, his fangs peeking out from his parted lips. He’s so beautiful in his half-shifted form, so powerful and primal.
“Then taste them,” he says, his voice a deep purr that vibrates through the air, making goosebumps raise on my arms.
Am I dreaming? Is he really mine?
I nod, eager to please him, eager to feel him fill me up in every way. I slide off his lap onto the floor so I can take the upper one into my mouth, sucking it like a popsicle, tasting our mixed flavors. Zed’s eyes roll back in his head, and he slides his fingers into my hair. His claws scrape delicately over my scalp as I bobup and down, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead bumping against the back of my throat.
I stroke the lower one in time with my mouth, feeling its more pronounced ridges pulse and swell in my palm. It’s so thick and long, it’s going to fill me up completely. The ribbed section at the base that will swell into his knot might be more than I can take, despite my years of practice with the silicone alternative.
My pussy is ambitious though, begging for the chance to try. I show him with my mouth, switching to his lower cock and swallowing it as deep as I can, wrapping my fist around the base to squeeze his knot. His thighs shake, and I can feel his balls tighten against my knuckles.
“Not yet, fuck.” He groans and pulls me away by my hair, then lifts me into his lap so I’m straddling him again. “I need to be inside you when I come. You ready for me?”
I nod, already squirming into position so I’m facing away from him, my back to his front and his lower cock notched against my entrance. I’m so wet now, I’m dripping all over him, and his upper cock slips easily against my crack like it’s a waterslide. Even so, I doubt my natural wetness is going to be enough to take him in my ass.
“Let me run to the bedroom for lube,” I suggest. I have some really slippery stuff that is great for my biggest toys.
“No need.” He holds my waist, pinning me to his lap as his chest heaves behind me. “Best lube is dragonseed. Helps you stretch and heal. I’m going to fill up this pussy with it and then we’ll see about that ass.”
Who knew my sweet, awkward, adorable dragon had such a filthy mouth?
“Can’t wait any more,” he says, guiding his lower cock into my pussy.
I was right…it’s a lot girthier than the one I took last time. It takes extra effort to get each ridge past my opening. But as I sinkdown on him, inch by inch, the feeling of him stretching me open iseverything.Even uninflated, his knot tests my limits, and my lower belly bulges slightly when he’s fully seated.
I pull his hand around to press against it. “Feel that? That’s you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, holding my hips tight to his groin so he’s as deep as he can be. “You feel so godsdamned good, like your pussy was made to fit me.”
“Oh, it wasn’t made this way. Itrainedfor this,” I giggle, feeling tipsier than I did at the gala.
“No,” he grunts, bouncing me in his lap so his cock lodges deep inside me to punctuate his words. “Made. For. Me. Mine.Mate.” His voice slips into the deep, guttural tone that I know means his feral form is taking over.
I lean back and lift my arms to wrap around his neck. His arms band around my waist, crossing so he can cup my breasts. As he massages and squeezes them, he starts to thrust up into me, his movements powerful and sure.
Every ridge strokes my inner walls with unrelenting pressure. They strum my G-spot, and my pleasure quickly skyrockets. His feral growls and snarls just push me higher.
I’d thought my endless, easy orgasms our first time together might be a fluke, but apparently not, because it doesn’t take long for him to coax another one out of me. This one is slow and dreamy and goes on and on, making my whole body quiver in anticipation of Zed’s knot and how it’ll feel when it expands.
But just as that band of flesh starts to swell inside me, he pulls out and strokes himself to a finish, his jets of hot cum splashing over his hands and my belly and thighs.
As gloriously satisfying as that orgasm was, I feel cheated. I wanted that knot. I reach up behind me to tug on his horn. “Hey. You said you’d knot me.”
