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“I love those pretty sounds you’re making,” Serylla says softly. “Do you want my cunt so badly, dragon?”
I remember hearing the King of Vohrain use that word. It must mean the same thing as pussy. It’s harsher somehow, more vulgar and possessive. I didn’t like it from his mouth, but I think I love it from hers.
“I crave your cunt, Princess.” I draw in a shuddering breath. “You feel like flying through a sunset. Like diving down a waterfall. Like tearing into the fresh, rich, delicious meat of—”
“That’s enough dragon poetry.” She laughs, but it’s smoky and thick with desire. “Shit, Kyreagan—how do you make me feel like this? God, I need you deeper… fucking deeper… moan for me again.”
I drag her hips tight against me and thrust balls-deep, and I come with a fractured, helpless moan that makes her whimper with delight. Glorious satisfaction bathes my soul as my balls tighten, spilling another helping of cum into my little mate’s womb.
Mate? I must not allow myself to hope for such things. She would never agree to be my life-mate.
She seems willing to carry my young, to help me save my species. But after that—I draw out of her, shivering as the final traces of delight thrill along my cock—after that, after the hatching, I must let her go. If I truly care about her, I must give her back her freedom and all her choices. I must ensure that she is happy and well cared for, and then I must leave her alone.
I will take her back to the mainland and set her free somewhere safe, far from Vohrain’s reach. She’ll be able to live out her days as she wishes to, with her own kind. I’ll raise our hatchlings, and at the next mating season, during my fiftieth year, I’ll mate with a fellow clan member’s daughter—one of the new female dragons who have reached their twenty-fifth year. Those new dragons will be shifters as well, able to transition between forms, which should make the mating heat even more interesting.
My plan sickens me to the core. But I can’t see another future for us. Serylla could never be happy here, in this cave, with me. She would never pledge herself as a life-mate to a dragon, not even one who can change his shape.
She lies on her belly, draped over the edge of the nest, panting. After a moment she crawls forward farther into the nest.
She didn’t come yet, which is inexcusable on my part. I am determined she will have as many climaxes as I do.
I climb into the nest with her, pull her into a sitting position, and remove her dress. Once she is bared to me, I lay her down on her back, lift her lower body, and hook her legs over my shoulders. I bend forward until my face is between her thighs and I can trace my tongue over her cum-glazed pussy. She throws both arms above her head and yields to me with a sweet gasp of submission.
With each gentle lick, with each tantalizing flicker of my tongue, I gain a deeper understanding of what she enjoys. I’m learning that she prefers to be surprised—something a little different every time.
When I whip my cloven tongue rapidly across her clit in an untiring rhythm, she starts to whine frantically. I ease off, moving to lower areas, soothing her opening, and by the time she’s crying for release, I know exactly what to do. I return to that quick rhythm, at exactly the same angle, lashing her tiny clit until I hear the sharp sound I’ve been waiting for, at the precise moment she crests the peak of her pleasure and soars down it, gliding in freefall. I keep going until she locks both legs around my head and bucks frantically, ramming her pussy against my face. She needs comfort, firmness, so I let her use me to gain that pressure. I’m bathed in her liquid and mine, her scent and mine.
After her legs loosen, I fetch the blankets, and we doze together in the nest, naked, for a long time. I wake slowly, muddled by dreams of fucking her, and I find my cock hard again. Her blanket has slipped off and she’s on her side, facing away from me, tempting me with her beautiful bottom. I lift one of her legs and adjust her until I can see her pretty cunt. Lightly I pet it, careful not to let my claws slip inside her. As I stroke her, wetness begins to seep from her body.
Serylla whimpers sleepily and reaches around for my cock, clumsily trying to put it inside herself. With a pleased grin I take myself in hand and slowly slide the head of my cock through her slit, watching the shining wet lips of her sex part around it. The sensation is divine, but more satisfying still are the cute little moans she makes as I drag my cock through her pussy again and again. Her hips shift back, like she’s trying to impale herself on me, but I’m taking my time, enjoying every sensation, every tactile wonder that skin is capable of. I make her wait. I stroke her gently with my cock, while it swells harder and hotter in my hand.
I have hands. Legs. Smooth skin that can rub against hers without being too abrasive. This is not a curse—it’s a miracle. A million new sensations to enjoy.
Experimentally I wipe the head of my cock on the smooth cheek of the Princess’s ass, just to watch the streak of arousal glisten on her skin. So many textures, so much sensory delight.
“Please.” A soft whine from Serylla.
“That’s my good fucking Princess,” I whisper, patting her pussy with my cock before sliding in. She’s slippery, silken—my mind might explode from the sheer glory of entering her. Her body swallows me, tugs at my cock each time I pull back for another thrust, as if she’s hugging me and doesn’t want to let me go.
She hums with pleasure, wriggles her ass with a contented mew as I keep thrusting. The gliding suction sends stars bursting in my brain, drives me to the brink of blissful insanity. I’m coming inside her, I’m coming, and fuck, it’s beautiful, it’s everything.
I stay buried in her for a long time—so long, in fact, that my cock hardens again. She’s asleep, so I move gently inside her, thrusting slow and steady. After a few moments she rouses with a pretty moan and puts her fingers between her legs while I fuck her. We come at the same moment this time, and the sensation of her body clenching and fluttering around my throbbing cock is my new favorite thing, better than a flight through sunset skies, better than any of my limited experiences. Before her, I had no idea what real pleasure was.
But as the orgasm fades, I feel a buzzing vibration through my bones.
My time in this form is over, and my dragon self is returning.
Hastily I disentangle myself from Serylla, leap out of the nest, and head toward the mouth of the cave. There, on the rain-soaked stone, I transform once again.
Strength and security accompanies my dragon form. It is the body I was born to occupy, the shape of my ancestors. But I can’t help feeling a sense of loss as well. I stand uncertainly on all fours, my wings lax against the stone, thunder and lightning crashing through the darkness behind me.
Serylla rises, naked and lovely, and swings her legs over the edge of the nest. She wobbles a little on pleasure-weakened limbs, but she rights herself, walks over to me, and places both arms around my scaly neck.
“Come back to the nest,” she says. “It’s time to sleep.”
I’m not sure how long I sleep with my Princess nestled against the broad, warm scales of my belly. But when I wake, she isn’t there. I can hear her moving quietly near the supplies. There’s a rustling sound, a strong herbal scent, then the sound of chewing.
The dyre-stones are nearly out—they’re barely glowing. If she wants to get up and cook something, I’ll need to heat them again.
