“I want to give you all of me, sweet queen, will you take it?” he asks, finally putting words to what he’s planning.
I frown. He’d said that before at the bathhouse when he’d taken my ass and pussy at the same time, but he isn’t teasing my ass.
His fingers twist inside me, and what he must mean clicks. The heat that cascades through my body and burns my cheeks is like searing lava.
“You can’t be serious,” I gasp. “Will that even work?”
His eyes glint playfully. “That’s something for us to discover. Will you allow me to show you how brave you really are?”
I squirm against his massaging, stretching fingers and consider what he’s suggesting.
“What if I don’t like it?” I ask.
“Then we stop and won’t do it again,” he answers easily, just as he’s done every time he’s pushed the boundaries of what I’ve known. Everything we do is a negotiation. Even with his heat, he endeavored to keep me comfortable and satisfied. I trust this dragon to push all my limits.
“But I think you’ll like it.” His voice lowers, and the growl in his words has me tightening around him. “I know I want to be completely engulfed by you. Have both of my cocks strangled by this tight cunt.”
Words are hard to muster for a few beats of my heart.
“O-okay.”
Kalos’s grin is sharp, and he drops a tender kiss to the inside of my knee. “Do you want to be on top?”
I shake my head. “I want you to be the one who pushes me.”
A steely expression takes over his face and he makes a sound of satisfaction in his chest. He likes when I submit to him. Maybe on a different day, I’ll flip the tables, but giving myself over to him after having to take care of myself for so long is something I prize.
Kalos widens his fingers, and I gasp at the burn before it subsides into something less harsh.
“Play with your tits,” he orders as if to distract me from his actions, but I shake my head.
“Too sensitive.” I breathe.
Interest flares in his expression. We’ve idly wondered if our daughter will want to breastfeed. The option seems likely with the changes in my body.
He slides his fingers from me and sits on the bed, dragging me to straddle him.
“Hey—” I crease my brows.
“I can push you whatever position we’re in, sweet queen.” Kalos grips my hips and demonstrates his strength as he lifts me to grind against his cocks. “This way is best for me to have you how I want and to allow your body to take me.”
He licks my nipple, and I gasp at the soft sensation before devolving into a mewl as he softly sucks. The stimulation is just soft enough to keep me from hitting him out of principle, but I feel it everywhere.
“Kalos,” I plead. I thread my fingers through his hair and rock my sopping wet core against the throbbing cocks under me.
He holds his cocks together in his grip, his fingers nowhere close to being able to enclose their girth. The one with the knot at the base resists the action, but the heads are about even when he grinds them against my opening.
I suck in a breath at the press of throbbing heat, hesitating.
Kalos releases my nipple with a growl. “This is what you’ve begged for, mate. Take me.”
His talons dig into my hips as he holds me in place. My heart thunders in my ears, and I grind over the double heads, letting the sensations of them against me chase away my hesitation.
My dragon kisses me softly, and I blink my eyes open, not realizing they were closed in concentration.
“This is for both of us, love.” His words are soft. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.” The thrill edging this moment makes it hard to breathe, but I want this. I want to be stretched past the point of believability. I want to give this to my mate. I want to prove this to myself.
My need has me circling my hips, working the tips of him inside me. When they notch in place I almost whimper, but my eyes lock with Kalos’s.
My mate. Father of my child. My home.
I bear down and both of his cocks slide inside me with a pop. My breath leaves me all at once, and I groan at the impossible stretch. I can’t see my progress because of my belly, but I know I’ve only taken a couple of inches.
Kalos groans with me. “So tight.”
“I don’t know if I can take more.” My voice goes up in pitch.
“Shh,” Kalos says, breathless. “We aren’t rushing. Just focus on how this feels.”
I blow out a breath and follow his soft words. The stretch reaches deep in my soul, every part of my body reacts to holding his throbbing cocks inside my body.
I pant against Kalos’s lips as he strokes a thumb gently over my clit. Everything is sensitive there, and the soft touch is all I can handle.
His sweet words warm me between kisses as his small circular strokes reverberate through my body.
“No dragon has had a better offering.”
“Should have known you’d change everything the first time I tasted you.”
“So beautiful. I never thought to have such a gift as this again.”
“I’m yours, little thief.”
Each phrase is hushed and precious, wiping away every bitter word we’ve struggled through to get to this moment.
Soon my hips rock back and forth, unable to stay still while my body is weeping in need of friction.
Kalos presses up gently with each rock, testing the limits of my pussy until I open wider to accept more of him. We both break our kisses with a curse when my body gives, and he slides halfway in.
“That’s it, my queen. You’re doing so well, taking everything of me. Allowing me to stretch you past your brink.”
I moan into the skin of his neck, loving the taste of fire and salt there, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
The stretch has stopped holding my chest tight, and my breathing comes easier, my body accommodating the needs of my dragon and now hungry for what he’s going to give us.
I want his release. I want to be overflowing with his seed stretching and changing me. I don’t want anyone to wonder about my claim on this dragon even if our bond is frayed and thin.
He is mine.
I sink my teeth into the crook of his neck, biting down hard. Not sure what I’m doing, only that it feels right. Necessary.
Kalos groans, and a flush of precum heats my insides.
“Harder,” he growls.
I sink my teeth deeper, desperate to follow his command.
When I break skin, he does the same. His hot mouth makes the sharp teeth only a passing sting that transitions into a deep throb as he holds me immobile.
The taste of blood on my tongue is brief, my focus swept away by the cocks swelling inside of me.
The flood of heat from his release triggers the crash of my orgasm. My body clutches around the overfilled sensation, wanting to keep his seed inside me, but there’s too much and I’m stretched too far. I cry into his skin, the continued clutch of his teeth in my neck shudderingly perfect.
When the pleasure ebbs, my bashfulness is waiting, but it’s a sleepy embarrassment that keeps me lulled in a peaceful state as Kalos gently releases his bite and separates our bodies. My cheeks flush at the gush of seed from between my legs.
I hide my face against my mate’s throat, and his chuckle vibrates against the burn of my blush.