Kalos’s grin is searing. He threads his fingers through my wet hair and pulls gently, causing my eyes to roll back.
“And you will have all of me,” he murmurs before kissing me. The kiss isn’t a hurried thing. It starts slow before deepening. It communicates all the words he’s never actually said.
He wants all of me. Not just for sex, but for something more. Something he doesn’t think is possible and won’t say aloud.
Or that’s just what the flame of hope in my chest wants me to believe. Higher logic than that doesn’t exist in this moment. The world is Kalos’s taste, and I’m lost to it. Each stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth entrance me until I’m digging my nails into his shoulders, trying to climb his body to get more of the teasing flavor of what he’s promising.
Kalos’s body tenses, and the growl building in his chest when I nip his lower lip hums the knowledge that he’s at the end of his patience.
“Please,” I say, running a hand up and softly stroking his hard upper cock.
The water splashes with his movement, and we’re back to the cushion he placed at the edge of the pool. He turns me over it, my face and breasts pressing against it as the hot water laps my belly. A stone step in the side of the pool is at the perfect height for my feet in this position. My cheek presses against the damp fabric, and I revel in this vulnerable position.
Kalos’s hands slide down my body, trailing drops of water over the skin of my ribs and swell of my hips, before tugging on the butt plug. I make a sound of surprise and he slows his motions.
“Is this okay?” he asks. His voice deep with his own desire.
“Yes, you just surprised me,” I admit. “Keep going.”
The pull on the toy is softer now, increasing in strength until finally my body gives to the slide and I moan. There’s another snick, and I glance back, watching Kalos apply lubricant to his ridged upper cock.
The shine as he strokes his hand over the flushed darker skin of his erection has my body tightening, and a needy sound escapes my throat.
Kalos’s grin is pure sin. “Are you ready to take me, my queen?”
“Yes.” My answer is more of a breath than a word, but he hears me. He knows what I want.
He climbs over me, warming my back, the position claiming and primal. The hot, slippery head of his cock slides over the delicate skin of my asshole, and I moan at the sensation of it. He presses against me even slower than he had with the toy, but my body is ready for this.
The head of his cock pushes past a ring of muscle, and I groan. The feel of him penetrating me there is intense, all-encompassing.
“Fuck,” I breathe as I give this part of myself to him.
His hips pull and push gently, coaxing my ass to take more of him until he’s sliding almost halfway inside me. My body tightens in surprise, but there’s no pain, only the stretch.
Kalos curses.
“What?” I ask.
“Watching your body take mine is causing havoc to my self-control.”
“Then let yourself go.”
Kalos coughs a laugh. “No. This is too precious of a gift to lose this moment because of the erotic way your asshole is stretching to take my cock.”
I make a pleading sound in the back of my throat. His words are distraction enough for the both of us because, with his next press in, he slides all the way home inside me.
Kalos groans. “Oh, sweet queen, you’re perfection. Are you ready to take my first release?”
My mind ping-pongs between thought, emotion, and sensation, but still manages to interpret his words. We’ve been together enough times for me to know what’s coming next.
“Please.”
Kalos’s cock swells, and his grunt rattles my bones. The heat from his first release has me crying out. The tightness eases as his healing cum fills me where I’ve never been filled before. I’m still stretched and raw, but my body tenses in the need for more, to completely be taken by my dragon.
“Kalos,” I moan and try to muffle myself with the cushion, but my hips try to move to push back and take more of him.
“Shh, let my seed work,” he purrs, and I bite my lip.
It’s working too well. Every slick ridge on his cock throbs inside of my sensitized ass.
When he slips his still stiff cock partway from my body, I try to rear back to stop him. I need more.
Kalos’s grip on my hips stops me, and he laughs.
“Fuck me,” I plead. “Take me. I need you.”
“Yes, you do.” Kalos softly rocks his hips, the ribbing of his body pulling and pushing into mine has a whimper building in my chest. “I promised you thrills, Rina. I won’t go back on my word to you.”
I press my face back into the cushion, letting him direct my body how he wishes me to be.
“Now it’s time to give you all of me. Relax for me, dearest.”
I relax, not from his order but from surprise. Dearest.
Kalos drags his other cock against my weeping center and pushes inside.
I shout, and he freezes. Oh my god, the stretch. His cock in my ass throbs in time to the one in my pussy.
“You’re so wet for me. So needy. Breathe into the stretch,” he orders.
I’m trying.
Kalos runs a hand down my spine, pushing down between my shoulder blades. It should make breathing harder, but something about the submissive posturing unravels the tightness in my chest.
“I have you, Rina. I won’t let you fall.” His moan is guttural, and his words don’t quite make sense, but the meaning is clear.
My damp skin should be chill in the open air, but my body is on fire. The tension caused by trepidation fades as I take more deep breaths. It leaves room for more awareness to assail me.
Kalos is everywhere. Our bodies are so connected that I don’t know where I end and he begins. Taking him like this crumbles the last dregs of self-preservation around my heart. I thought I was being brave this morning when I committed to allowing myself to hope for more.
That’s nothing to the rawness of this moment.
Kalos owns me, and I’ll accept nothing less than all of him in return.
“You seem to love to be filled with me, little queen.” His words are halting and slow instead of the expected smugness. Like he’s as lost in me as I am in him.
“I’m yours,” I say. It’s not the first time I’ve said it in the heat of the moment, but this time there’s no whispers of doubt curling in the shadows of my mind. This time, there’s no going back.
He rumbles in response. “Mine.”
The single word sears me, and I lift my hips, trying to usher him into motion without more words that will leave me flayed in the morning. He responds to my body’s cues.
He pulls back, my toes curling at the retreat. The first thrust is a soft rock of his hips, his cocks sliding slowly but easily all the way inside me. The knot of his lower cock presses against the lips of my pussy.
“Katarina,” he moans, and I tighten around him at the sound. “You cradle me so nicely.”
I arch my back, trying to take all of him that I can, and the move cracks my dragon’s composure. His soft movements start to hold more determination, each easy slide only sparks more of a need in both of us.
Each action is a tidal wave inside me. The absolute desolation of emptiness when he withdraws, to the screaming, stretching pleasure of completion when he forges forward. I may be his vessel, but he’s my soul, filling a need that my heart has always had. We are one in a way that chases loneliness away forever.