Page 7 of Hoarded By the Dragon

A moan builds in my throat, and each jarring smack of his hips against my ass frees a tiny portion of it.

Kalos makes a vicious sound and holds himself deep. His cock kicks as he comes, and I make a sound of disbelief at the quickness of it. An unforgiving heat spreads inside me, and I stiffen in shock at the sensation. I’ve never felt a man come inside me before, but something tells me that this heat is unique to him.

The flood of hot warmth in my lower belly is followed by a race of tingles. We’re both breathing hard. The sensation of his release filling me soothes the bite of discomfort and the disappointment at not getting to join him in climax.

That wasn’t so bad.But he doesn’t soften inside me. He does sigh and flex his hands, gentling his grip on my hips. The air isn’t as thick with tension as before.

“Better?” I ask.

“A little,” he responds.

I whip back to see him, my eyes widening. “Only a little?”

My mouth dries at the sight of him. Kalos’s eyes are closed, and the lines of tension that held his body tight before have dispelled. I’d assume he’d be at ease if he weren’t still hot and hard inside me. Watching him like this makes it easier to ignore the ache of my knees or the tremble of my arms holding myself up.

He opens his eyes and I’m caught. That golden glow from before is less now, a hunger partially satiated. His lips curve slightly, to describe it as a smile would be too soft.

“We’ve only begun. Regretting this, thief?”

I liked it much better when he called me little queen, but that may be the Kalos that’s closer to losing control than the one filling me now.

“No,” I squeak because I don’t want to stop. I should. I just got pummeled. But even as I think that, the bite of discomfort from earlier is absent. Odd.

I must crease my brow because Kalos answers my unspoken question.

“The first release has healing properties, among other things.”

“What other things?” I ask.

His response is to slowly drag his cock from my body before re-entering me just as slowly.

My lashes flutter shut as my belly quivers.

“Oh,” I gasp. I’m sensitive now. As if he’s embedded some of the fire of his desire into my very skin. My body throbs and tightens. The gasping weariness from before is replaced with the build of need.

“More?” he asks. His hand slides down my spine, grabbing my hair and applying tension in a way that makes my toes curl. The air thickens with tension again, marking the end of Kalos’s momentary relief.

“Yes,” I whisper, bracing my arms for his onslaught again, but he doesn’t power into me again. He keeps his slow pace, fully sheathing himself each time.

This leisurely invasion allows for me to pick up each new sensation like tasting wine. The sweat-damp touch of his scale-covered skin against the back of my thighs, the puff of his breath on my back. And something unexpected.

I’m so wet that the penetration is an easy slide except for… something I can’t quite make out. My pussy stretches and accepts each inch of him, but his shaft isn’t all the same thickness.

“What is—” I’m cut off by him dragging his cock out of me again, my clenching body finally registering the sensation. My brain takes a moment to catch up, but my mouth is quicker.

“Holy fuck! Is your cock ribbed?”

Kalos’s motion stills for a moment, and the sound of his strained laugh is warm and surprising. “Just one of them. Does it meet with your approval?”

The teasing question makes my cheeks burn. I swallow. “Carry on!”

I aim for an imperious tone, but with how craven my lower body feels when he doesn’t move, it comes out desperate. The slide of his next thrust and knowing that the delicious friction of his cock against my insides is from the very shape of him does things to me that I’d rather not analyze.

But Kalos doesn’t seem kind enough to let that go. “Does my little queen like the feel of my cock?”

Ah, back to Hungry Kalos then.

I bite my lip to keep from saying anything more embarrassing than I already have, but he slows the forging of his body into mine.

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