Page 41 of Princess Seeks Dragon

The friction on my clit combined with the sharp stings of his claws, and the tail that suddenly plunges in and rocks back and forth...

My legs try to slam shut as my orgasm crashes into me like a wrecking ball. I’ve never come like that, so fast, so hard, not just turned on in my body, but turned on by the way Graham talks to me. By the way he gets in my head.

“No, Angela. I gave you this gift. I want to see you take it,” Graham hisses, pinning my thighs down and watching my pussy squeeze and spasm on his twitching tail.

The command in his voice. The way I struggle and buck as pleasure courses through me, and he doesn't move an inch except to kiss my knee...

I let out a half-sob of pleasure and dig my fingers into his wrist. “So good!”

Graham lets me go with a pained sound. “Watching your walls fuck my tail instead of my cock is torture.”

He has a filthy mouth, and I’m so not complaining. “Cock? Not plural?”

Graham crawls up next to me, letting the twin erections brush against my shaking thigh as he nuzzles me. “I didn’t want to presume you’d want both.”

Who wouldn’t want both? “That was sweet of you. But wouldn’t your mate want to take both?” I ask, potentially putting myself in hot water.

“Yessss,” he breathes out, and the sweet, smoky smell curls around me once again. “But a dragoness is bigger in her shifted form. Two would be perfect for her. For you...” He licks his lips and lazily drapes his tail over his shoulders, the tip coated in my essence. “This filled you up nicely, and it’s much more narrow.”

I lean up on my elbow, eyelids lowered as if I’m deliberately overlooking any inhibitions I have. My mouth opens, and I run my tongue slowly over the tip of Graham’s tail, hearing his sharp intake of breath. My lips close around it, and I suck softly, slowly.

“By God, woman...”

I ignore him, my hand pushing past his to reach the first, larger cock. It’s easily the size of one of those thick Italian salamis my mother would get every Christmas, maybe eight inches, maybe more. The one behind it is smaller, the width of two fingers, and a few inches shorter.

I release Graham’s tail and ignore his questioning noise as I slide down the bed, settling my head on one of his muscular thighs. My hand works around the bigger cock while my mouth gently engulfs the smaller one.

“Fuck,” Graham whimpers.

“Big bad dragon,” I tease, switching places, my mouth tackling the pointed head of his thicker member.

“Don’t tempt me, princess.”

“Or you’ll lock me in the tower?” My eyes move upwards to catch his rapt expression.

“Or I’ll pound your ass and pussy until you’ll need your faithful dragon to carry you everywhere,” he snarls. “Perhaps everyone will think you’re too spoiled to walk.”

“Maybe they’ll think you’re too greedy with your treasure to share me,” I counter.

The words leave my mouth and so does Graham’s cock. He’s a whirl of wings and fangs, pinning me under him before I can cry out. “I don’t share my treasure. I don’t want your sweet little cunt wrapped around anything but me for the rest of your days. It’s just a matter of whether you want to try one at a time, one per hole, or if you’d like to start small and work your way up,” he grunts, rubbing the wider cock through my wetness.

I’m so soaked I can hear the sound of him moving against me, so wet that his smaller cock slides into me, and both of us cry out. I wrap my legs around his, hands scrabbling at his waist. “I just want you,” I beg. I’m desperate for him, for pleasure, to just look at him and touch him.

Never felt like this before—and the thought of feeling this way with anyone else makes me feel sick.

Maybe Iamthe dragon’s mate.

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MY TREASURE. MY MATE. Her body pulls me in and holds fast, rippling pink walls clutching me. I almost spend immediately, but I don’t want to. I want both cock in her at once.

Greedy with my treasure is right. Selfish? Possibly. Swept off my feet, shocked to my core? Definitely.

A few clumsy thrusts help us align, my much smaller, softer jewel nestled under me as she takes my cock as deep as it will go while the larger one rubs against her belly, leaving silvery trails of pre-cum all across her skin. Without my asking, one of her hands comes down and grips it, warm fingers tugging me in time with the velvety clasps of her pussy.

“You spoil me.”

Her smile is lazy, high on pleasure. “I’m glad.”

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