Page 86 of Always Say Yes to a Dragon

“Aren’t we going to be late?”

“We’re already late,” I said.

She was already wet for me, her pussy sucking greedily at my fingers as I thrust two inside.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I pulled down the top of her dress to nuzzle and lick and nip her soft skin. I’d touched her so many times by now that I could bring her to orgasm within minutes.

“That’s it, Elle. You’re so tight and hot for me,Arum.”

Once she’d soaked my hand, making those little needy mewls in the back of her throat, I pulled my dicks out of my pants, lined my aching lower cock up with her entrance, and thrust home, pressing my uppercock down on her clit and labia, forcing another moan of pleasure from her throat.

I wanted to take her in both holes again. I did it as often as I could, but this was supposed to be a quick reminder of what I could give her, not a drawn-out, mind-melting fuck that left both of us too weak to stand.

“My pretty little human. Is this what you need?”

“Yeeesss.” She drew out the word, all glassy-eyed, liquid desire now, writhing against me while I took her, moaning my name until it became one continuous noise.

Her head thrashed back and forth, exposing her bare neck. My fangs ached with the need to sink into her delicate flesh. I bit my own lips against the urge.

When she came again, I couldn’t hold back anymore, pounding into her until I emptied myself. I had to bite the pillow next to her to keep myself from biting her.

Quickly, I pulled my lower cock out, shoved my upper cock inside her fluttering pussy, and came again, barely keeping my teeth out of her neck.

When I caught my breath, I slid out of her. Seeing her limp and satiated on the bed, triumph flooded me.

She’d spend the evening with pink cheeks, a satisfied smile, and my scent all over her.

I tucked myself back into my pants before my dicks could get any more ideas.

When she caught her own breath and sat upright in bed, she frowned, and my stomach dropped. “I look like a mess. I should change.”

“We’ll just straighten you up a bit.” I helped her to her feet.

Before she could argue with me, I pulled out the jewelry box I’d forgotten in my haste to get inside her. “I have something for you.”

She shot me a look that spiked anxiety in my gut. I was afraid she wouldn’t like it, but when she opened the box, she gasped.

It was a choker chain, with a string of garnets decorating the choker and a longer chain hanging off the tip. There were more garnets spaced along the dangling chain. They would dangle between her breasts, brushing the fitted silk that covered her body, rich red sparkling against the vibrant gold.

She fingered the chain and matching earrings, her eyes wide and shiny. My cocks twitched with interest. Yeah, I would have paid double to watch her make that face again.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” She leaned forward in an unspoken request, and I clasped the necklace around her delicate neck, then arranged it and the dangling jewels so they’d show to best effect against her vibrant dress and fair skin.

I’d picked up the set yesterday and had a long conversation with the jeweler. Maybe I should have waited to give it to her, but after seeing how she looked? No regrets.

She popped the earrings in herself. I bit back a groan, seeing her decked out in my gifts. I wanted to ravish her again, but I didn’t want to make too many demands on her tender pussy.

When we were both put back together, I placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the lounge.

My parents must have redecorated since the last time I’d visited. They’d added a few couches and chairs fit for humans in addition to the array of furniture meant to accommodate many different species.The smaller furniture looked puny in the massive space, but then, all the rooms in the house were proportioned to accommodate a dragon in either form.

A bar and a bartender occupied one end of the room. My dad, with whom I shared my fiery red coloring, and my mom, whose scales were a brilliant blue, both held appropriately-sized glasses filled with clear liquid in their hands. Both were middle-aged, fine lines bracketing their eyes and their scales a little dull, but they were dressed to the nines in their best, most expensive clothes.

Udar lounged in a corner with his own drink.

My mom didn’t even bother to wait for an introduction before she started in on me. “You’re two hours late, Az’zael. That’s a new record.”

Oh, great. We were starting off with theWhy aren’t you ever on time? Can’t you take anything seriously?lecture. A classic. Receiving it in front of Elle ignited a burn in my gut I hadn’t experienced in years.

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