I do my best, rocking back against him as he adds more lube. The next time I lean into him, I feel the cool touch of the toy’s tapered tip. Then a slight burn as it stretches me open. I take deep breaths, doing my best not to resist its unyielding pressure.
With all the lube, my enthusiasm, and Myrran’s firm guidance, it slips in easily, surprising us both. And…wow. It looked pretty small in the box, especially compared to his cocks, but the intensity of the sensation makes me suck in a breath.
It feels…good. Challenging, overwhelming, and a little silly, but good.
“Look at you,” he whispers, spreading my cheeks with his thumbs to admire the plug’s glittering gem. “So pretty, all stuffed and sparkling.”
I wiggle my ass at him to let him know that there are plenty of parts of me that are empty and waiting.
“Fuck,” he says crisply, gripping my hips and drawing them back so he can notch one of his cocks in place. Then, with a snap of his body, he drives home, plunging deep inside me with his upper cock. “So tight, but I’m going to stretch you out until both my cocks can take you at the same time.”
I shudder at his filthy words. His ridges feel incredible rubbing inside me, especially in combination with the unfamiliar fullness from the plug. His lower cock swings beneath, slapping against my clit with each thrust.
Every abrupt contact pushes me closer to my peak as all the intense sensations jumble into one. His clawed grip, the invading force of his dragon cock, the naughty plug in my ass that I imagine as his knot swelling and lodging there, the slap of his second heavy erection.
“Take all of me, alokoi,” Myrran groans, reaching forward to grip the back of my neck so he can sink as deep as possible before pulling out again in a delicious textured drag.
“God, yes,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Come for me now. Come on my cock,” he coaxes, love permeating his gentle order.
“Not yet,” I hiss. “It feels too good. I want to make it last.”
“Let go.” He squeezes my hip encouragingly. “Don’t worry. You can have seconds on the other one.”
Oh, right. He hastwococks for me to ride.Yes.With a whimper, I fall apart, dropping to my elbows as he fucks me through one of the most intense, animalistic orgasms of my life. I don’t know if it’s the plug or the position or just Myrran’s magic touch, but I scream and claw my way through it.
Somehow, he doesn’t come until I’ve wrung out every drop of pleasure I can. Then, when he’s sure I’ve had my turn, he pulls out and paints my back with hot, sticky stripes.
Surprised he didn’t come inside me like last time, I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. He’s staring down at my back with his upper cock still in his hand, pride on his face like he just created a masterpiece.
He notices me watching and smiles sheepishly. “I wanted to mark you as mine. You don’t mind, do you? I like it when you smell like me.”
“Nope,” I mumble, still trying to catch my breath. “That was hot.”
He runs his hand over my back, rubbing his smoky, bittersweet scent into my skin. I can feel his unfulfilled lower cock bumping against the back of my thigh, begging for me to sit on it. My still-buzzing clit is a big fan of the idea.
“How long do we have before the feast?” I ask, mentally calculating whether I’ll have time to redo my makeup after a round two.
“We’re going to miss it,” Myrran says, laughing. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of this room tonight. The hive knows how it is with new mates. They’ll leave us plates outside the door, and you can meet them all tomorrow. Why, are you hungry?”
I roll over and sit up, every movement making the plug in my ass to send sparks through my nerve endings. I eye the fat cock I haven’t yet had the pleasure of fucking. “Not for dinner.”
We end up in Myrran’s nest, his back propped up against the wall while I straddle his lap again, this time with his lower cock inside me and his half-hard upper one rubbing my clit. Somehow, the ridges on it are still hard even though the shaft isn’t, and it provides the perfect texture to grind against.
While I rock and roll my way toward a second thigh-quaking orgasm, he lavishes my breasts with attention, alternately licking and pinching my nipples while I hang onto his horns for dear life.
The build is slower this time. Sweeter, punctuated with kisses. The plug feels like a hug from the inside, like a treasured secret. Myrran’s guttural noises sound like praise to my ears. I control the perfect pace. It feels like it could go on forever like this, stretching out our pleasure from now to infinity…
Until his tail snakes around my back, toying with the base of the plug, twisting and tugging on it as I ride my dragon. I have to clamp down to keep it in place, which clamps down on Myrran’s cock in my pussy, which hits me in such a deep place inside that it rattles my core.
“Baby,” I gasp, clinging to him. “What are you doing to me?”
“What does it feel like?” he growls, gripping my waist to pull me close so we’re skin-on-scales, moving as one.
Like love. Deep, invincible, constant love.
My eyes roll back as we find a delicious rhythm that makes my thighs shake. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful.
