Page 88 of Hoarded By the Dragon

I pretend to consider. “That should be fine. Perhaps from the inside out, if you will?”

Kalos’s conquering mouth devours the teasing smile from my face, and I moan. His taste makes my skin blush hotter than the heated waters.

He nips my lips after he breaks the kiss. “As my queen wishes.”

Kalos pulls over a nearby cushion and places it behind me so I can sit up at an angle.

This dragon and the way he considers my comfort warms my heart almost more than my body burns in arousal. Almost.

His mouth follows mine as I lean back, tasting me with each brush of lips as my thighs tighten around him. Water runs from his body down to mine. Each drop a percussive moment. I’m already to the point of being willing to beg when he pulls away.

I sigh in disappointment, but keep my pleading words to myself. Kalos wants to play, and I want whatever he’s willing to give me.

His chuckle is warm as he moves down my body, sucking my tender nipples into his mouth one by one. The pull of each drawing suck of my breasts tugs my core tighter and tighter. He stretches my thighs wider, and my lashes flutter shut on a shaky breath.

There’s a softsnicksound that makes me frown in confusion before he distracts me completely, releasing my breasts and skimming his damp lips over the tight skin of my belly before sinking between my legs. His mouth covering my pussy with one deep lick.

I cry out, my eyes blinking open. I can’t see his face with my stomach in the way, but Ifeeleverything. My hands come to his horns, and he groans against my wetness at the tension.

His tongue thickens and plunges inside me with little preamble.

I gasp his name almost without meaning to, ending my breath on a moan as he fucks the too-dexterous part of him in and out of my pussy. I clutch his horns harder, making soft sounds in the back of my throat, when something cool and slick brushes against my asshole. I stiffen in surprise and try to catch sight of his face past my stomach.

Kalos pulls away at my movement and shows me the object in his hand. It’s one of the items he took from the cabinet. I blush at the recognizable tapered shape with a wider end. I’ve never used one, but it’s impossible to be on the internet and not know what it is.

It’s a butt plug. This one is metal and has a green jewel embedded in the flared side.

“They provide a selection of new toys for patrons. It will make it easier for your body to take me.” Kalos watches my face as he explains. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head. My body is hot and swollen, needy without his tongue teasing me. His mouth curves, and he presses the lube-covered toy back to my rear entrance, massaging the cool metal against puckered skin. He moves it in easy circles that has my toes curling and breath catching.

It’s a slow tease, but Kalos is patient. His eyes glow with hunger and pride.

“Relax for me, little queen.”

A needy sound escapes me as I do as he asks. The tapered end of the toy slides a small way inside me before he eases it out. I bite my lip at the foreign glide when he presses it in again, my body relaxing to take more of the girth.

“Good,” Kalos rumbles. He moves the plug in and out carefully, pushing me to relax more with each press of the widening toy. He’s a master in reading my body, massaging away the tightness of being filled in a place so unfamiliar. I moan at each lick of pressure.

Kalos’s head sinks down, and his tongue licks through my folds.

He makes a tsking sound. “You’ve been keeping secrets, sweet queen. You should have said you loved ass play. Your cunt is weeping for it.”

I make a soft sound of hollow denial and shake my head. He grins against my needy center, and I recant my nonverbal denial.

“I didn’t know,” I say.

His hum makes me moan, and he presses the plug inside farther. The pressure is sharp, but stops before the point of pain and only adds to the cascades of shivery pleasure that is drawing me tight. He keeps the toy there a moment before retreating again.

“So close, Rina. Relax for me.”

“Fuck!” I cry out when the toy eases past the widest section and the rest slides in before stopping at the flared base.

Kalos growls and laps the bright sensation of taking the full plug higher with his tongue, greedily licking up my arousal. He sucks on my clit and the world goes white.

The tension that wound me tight even as it coaxed me open snaps. The orgasm is a weak, shuddering relief, a flash of heat before cooling waves.

In a blink, Kalos is pulling me to sitting, the plug shifting in a tease. He kisses my throat, my cheek, before claiming my mouth. His campfire and cinnamon tastes erotic with the mix of my flavor. He lifts me off the edge, and we sink into the water again, my senses still reverberating.

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