Page 66 of Hoarded By the Dragon

I want to scoff at his words. At my service? He may be assisting me, but he’s calling the shots, and nothing I do will change that no matter how much I beg. My body shivers with a violent need.

“Please.”

“Your cunt does seem sufficiently hungry for my knot now.” Kalos presses in another finger gently. The pressure builds before my body stretches to accept his three fingers eagerly. The smile on his face should be illegal.

He slides his fingers free of me, the slick mess of them making the heat in my cheeks border on painful. I wiggle my hips, about to remove my heels from the desk to run away. The arousal so loud in my head that I’m practically nonsensical.

“Shh,” Kalos shushes me, and I realize that the embarrassing whimpering sounds hanging in the air are coming from me. From the triumphant look on his face, they don’t bother him.

His hand grips my hip again as the other lines his erection of his second cock to my entrance. The hard head of his cock is already wet with precum that heats my soaked folds. The relief is so close I can taste it.

Kalos barely applies any pressure, but my body opens to accept him.

We groan in unison as his cock slides inside me.

I try to lift my hips to take his knot. My mind is only full of memories of his stretching me in a way no one else can. Kalos tsks and tightens his grip on my hips, not allowing me to move to take more. He’s enjoying this too much.

Instead of ramming his knot home, he pushes and drags his stiff cock in and out of my body. Each press of his knot against my folds causes a full-body shiver.

I whimper with need. “Kalos, I’m losing my mind. Please, I need your knot. I don’t know why.”

Kalos shushes me again and releases one hip to wipe my cheek. I’m crying. There are tears on my face because of how deep I want this dragon inside me.

“What’s wrong with me?” I ask, fearful but needy still.

“It’s only instincts, sweet queen. Your body wants my knot because it will comfort you. I need you to take a deep breath though because taking my knot will be different now that you carry my young.”

I follow the order and take a breath, trying to calm my fears with the knowledge Kalos is giving me.

Kalos continues, “You’ll need to work for it. You’re so engorged that the fit may be uncomfortable. Do you still want it inside you?”

“Yes!” I don’t pause to think. I’m only running on pleasure and need now. There’s no limit to anything that my dragon wants to do to me that will stop me from taking his knot. He sinks the rest of his shaft inside me, the knot pressing against the wet mess of my folds.

“Push out against me,” he says.

I blow out a breath and push, my body flowering against the hard, swelling press of his knot. I scrunch my brow. Pushing seems counterintuitive to getting him inside me, but once I relax, my body gives more than it had before, his knot sliding part way in.

I moan loudly, squeezing around what I can of his knot before remembering to relax. Kalos curses, no longer the picture of cool control.

“Almost there, little queen. Again.” His order is determined, but soft, save for the clicking of his teeth together.

I push, bearing down on the swell of him until I grunt. I suck a breath in, my body relaxing and Kalos’s knot sliding home in one smooth move.

The pressure. I cry out, wanting to sob and moan in victory at the same time. Deep pleasure crashes inside me like angry waves against a cliff. The bright cut of discomfort a lightning strike before Kalos soothes the sensation with his hot mouth on my nipple.

The hard, sucking draw distracts me from the unforgiving stretch. Kalos groans against my skin, and the heat of his release adds to the other flood of sensations.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant in a whisper.

Kalos switches nipples and my thighs relax, closing around his torso.

The sensation of his knot inside me is clear. A large part of his body is lodged inside of mine and now that the worst of the discomfort has passed, the physicality of it makes itself known. I gasp out a breath, and Kalos drags his fangs against the tender skin of my breast.

“Better?” he rumbles, the front of my body warm from his.

I blink. “I don’t know. Everything is in a kind of a daze.”

“That will pass. It’s your body responding to all the feel-good hormones from the knot.”

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