“I don’t understand. My body… and you… Ah. Please! I’m so empty.”
“You’re my mate, Gillam, and you’re in heat.”
My gaze never wavered from his face—full of want and wonder—as I guided my cock into place. His mouth fell open and eyes bulged with shock, yet his hole swallowed me eagerly and tightened around me. After I’d opened him up last time, he was ready for me. His body remembered the pleasure it had received, and now it demanded it again even as his mind seemed to reel. His hole was drenched, his inner muscles rippling along my cock, sucking it in.
“What’s happening?” he repeated, breathless.
“We’re true mates. Your body needs me. It needs my cum.”
He angled his hips up, meeting my thrusts. On the next fuck, he moaned, clutching my upper arms. “I’m… I… Fergus!”
“Shh. Feel me.”
I thrust a few times, and on a piercing cry, he came around me, his flesh clenching on my shaft, his fingers digging into my shoulders. Then he slumped underneath me, gazing up at me with passion.
“Feels… like magic.”
“Because it is.” I could see another wave of pleasure building, clear as day in his angelic features. “When true mates make love, it is magic.”
“We’re making love.”
“Yes, my treasure.”
“I’m not… innocent anymore.”
“No. I claimed you last night. Spilled my cum into you and knotted you. And now I’ll do it again.”
I sped up my thrusts, and he groaned. “Full! Oh god, so full.”
“Do you like it when I fuck you deep like this?”
“Yes. Yes! Please, more!”
“I’ll give you more. I’ll fuck you until all you’ll feel will be me. My cock. Fucking you deep and hard. Ruining your young body.”
“Ruin me. Please. Hurt me.”
He was a dragon mate—his body was made for me, and I couldn’t really hurt him. But he liked the fantasy, and I’d indulge him in anything and everything.
“You’re so slim. So fragile. My dick is thicker than your wrist. Your hole is stretched like a screaming mouth. Your stomach is bulging on each fuck. I’ll break you in. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never close your legs again.”
He couldn’t speak anymore, but his cries were clearer than any words. He gripped his nipples and pulled on them, and his slender shaft spat more pearly cum all over his torso.
“Keep coming, my darling. Your hole sucks my cock so lovingly when you do.”
I feasted on the sight of him lost in passion, writhing and keening, pinching his nipples.
The sixth time he peaked, I was kissing him, drinking in his desperate moans, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Buried deep in his young body, the crown of my shaft pressed up against the growing sprout of his womb, I let the love swallow me whole. When I came inside him, my knot swelling swiftly, he keened, pressing up against me.
For a while, we lay entirely still, and I listened to his heartbeat as it slowed.
He nuzzled my ear.
“What are you doing to me? This is madness.”
I lifted myself on my arms and circled my hips, stirring his guts with my knot. It made him sigh. When his eyes opened, tears glistened in them.
“What have you done to me?” There was no accusation in his tone, only wonder.
