Page 32 of Chosen By the Dragon Alien

Cyprian kicked off his boots and stripped his clothes off in a hurry, his cock springing free. The sight of her bent over the bed was enough to make him want to come. He slid a hand between her legs, drawing a moan from her when he cupped her sex.Mine, he thought with a ferocity that made the dragon roar inside him. His fingers slicked along the folds of her pussy, feeling the wet, quivering heat that waited for him.

Cyprian’s breath was hot against her skin as he whispered, “So wet, Fivra.” He lowered to his knees again and brought hislips to her pussy. Her sweetness flooded his senses. He lapped at her cunt, savoring each twitch and moan and tremble he drew from her.

Fivra’s hips moved involuntarily against his face. He slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness. He added another finger, stretching her. She was so tight. So hot. Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate. “Cyprian…please.”

Ah, he liked the sound of her pleading. He liked it a lot. Cyprian pulsed his fingers in and out of her, and pressed his thumb to her clit as he worked his fingers in her. Her arms shook, then gave out, putting her down on her forearms. Her forehead pressed to the bed as she let out a cry. Her body trembled. He continued, drawing out her pleasure. Her hands clutched the sheets, every muscle tense.

“Ohfek, yes,” she groaned. Her voice was hoarse with desire. Her hips bucked, and she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He drank in her release. The sight and sound of her pleasure fueled his desire.

He stood up. His cock was now a rigid, throbbing rod against his stomach. He grabbed Fivra, pulled her upright and kissed her deeply. Their lips and tongues tangled as he tasted her.

“Look what you do to me.” His voice was low and powerful, filled with his dragon’s possessiveness. Fivra looked at him, her eyes hazy with pleasure and desire as her gaze traveled down to his thick, bulging cock. Her eyes widened, and he wondered if it looked different from the males of her species. His was red and full, with thick ridges.

She reached out and grasped him, drawing a deep shudder from him, and squeezed. He ground his teeth together and let her explore. But there was only so much he could take. She licked her lips and ran her thumb over the tip. That was all he could endure. He clamped a hand over hers and dragged it offhis aching cock. “I’m going to take you now, Fivra,” he growled. “From behind.”

She swallowed hard and nodded, then turned and faced the bed, arms braced and ass turned up toward him. She looked back over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes heavy. “Like this?”

“Spread your legs.” She did so, spreading them wide. Cyprian took in the sight before him. Her gold spots framed her wet, swollen sex that invited him. The vision of Fivra spread out before him would forever be burned into his memories. He moved forward reverently, knowing that everything about this female was a gift—one he probably didn’t deserve, but one he would die to protect. He positioned himself at her entrance. His cock twitched with anticipation. He entered her slowly, watching the tip disappear into her heat. He held her hips and pressed forward. Not too fast, so she could get used to the feel of him, but he shook as her tightness gripped him. At last, he filled her completely. Her body convulsed around him, and she let out a groan.

He began to thrust. Their connection was fierce, raw, and all-consuming. The flames of their love and lust entwined, a burning inferno that threatened to consume them both. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. Only their passion, their love, and the knowledge that they were meant to be together, no matter the cost.

The sound of their bodies joining filled the room—wet, rhythmic slaps that echoed off the metal walls. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her over and over again. He felt her body tense each time he filled her. The tremors built with each powerful stroke. Her cries of pleasure were a symphony to his ears, driving him on, stoking the fire within him to a fever pitch.

“You’re mine, Fivra,” he growled. The words slipped out in a voice thick with need. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped. Her voice was a ragged whisper. “Only yours, Cyprian.”

Her words sent a jolt of possessive triumph.His. He increased his pace, driving into her with a fervor that bordered on desperation. His cock throbbed with the need for release, but he held back, determined to bring her to the brink first.

He reached around and found her clit with his fingers, pressing the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. Her body jerked beneath him and she once again collapsed to the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets. Her flushed cheek pressed to the bed. She panted and her body clenched, signaling to him that she was close.

“Come for me, Fivra,” he urged. His voice was barely recognizable as his own. “Let go.”

Her body obeyed his command. Her inner walls clamped down around his cock as she moaned his name. The bedding muffled the sound as she rode out the storm of her orgasm.

The sensation of her tight pussy convulsing around him was too much for Cyprian to bear. With a final, powerful thrust, he let out a roar that shook the room. His own climax tore through him, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsating waves. The sensation was overwhelming, a connection so deep and intense, it shook him to his core. His vision blurred, and for a moment, the world went blissfully dark as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

They remained locked together for several long moments. Cyprian’s body lay draped over Fivra’s. His breathing was ragged and his heart pounded. Slowly, reality seeped back in.

With great reluctance, he pulled out of her, and they eased onto the bed. He reached out to steady her, his hands gentle on her trembling form. There was no taking it back, now. She was his and he would burn to ashes anyone who tried to take her from him.

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Fivra

Fivra collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Cyprian lay down beside her, gathering her into his arms. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her back. His uneven breath against her neck.

Her body hummed with a satisfaction she’d never known. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a raw, primal reminder of the bond they’d forged. Cyprian’s muscular arms wrapped around her, his wings folded gently over them both like a protective blanket. She nestled into him. Her fingers traced the lines of muscle and scale along his arm.

“Cyprian,” she murmured.

“Yes, my love,” he replied, his voice a deep, soothing rumble that resonated through her very soul.

She smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with their physical exertions. “I didn’t know it could be like this,” she confessed, her cheeks warming with thoughts of what they’d just done, and wonder.

Cyprian turned her around and looked into her eyes. His gaze softened as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “Neither did I,” he admitted, the honesty in his voice making her heart swell.

“Do you think we can make a child?” she asked, thinking of the seed he’d released inside of her. The idea of a little one with Cyprian’s rich laugh and her blue eyes appealed to her, but even as she asked the question, she knew the likely answer to it.

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