Page 133 of Hoarded By the Dragon

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 iteverywhere.

“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.”

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