Page 23 of Taken By the Storm King

To prove his point, he rolled my nipple between his fingers. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders.

“More.”

He obliged, replacing his fingers with his mouth. The slight roughness of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My hands slid down his sides, feeling the way his muscles moved beneath scaled skin.

Lower, I found the waistband of his pants. He stilled as my fingers dipped beneath the fabric.

“Lucy...”

“Please.” I pressed my palm against the smooth area between his legs. “I want to touch you.”

He groaned, pushing into my hand. Beneath my fingers, I felt the slit part. His first cock emerged, thick and ridged, utterly alien and completely fascinating.

“Oh,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around him. The ridges flexed against my palm as I stroked.

His breath came faster. “Careful,” he warned. “I don’t want this over too quickly.”

I ignored him, exploring the strange texture. His second cock slid free, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how different they felt - the first thick and heavily ridged, the second slimmer but no less textured.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, then caught my wrist. In one smooth motion, he pinned my hands above my head. “My turn.”

His mouth crashed down on mine as his free hand slid between my legs. I moaned into the kiss as his fingers found me already wet and wanting.

“So ready for me,” he purred, circling my clit with maddening slowness. “But not ready enough. Not yet.”

I tried to argue, but his thumb pressed just right and coherent thought fled. He worked me higher with clever fingers while his mouth mapped my neck, my breasts, my stomach.

When he settled between my thighs, I nearly came off the bed at the first touch of his tongue.

“Thalassar!” My hands found his silky hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as pleasure coiled tighter in my core.

He hummed against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge, nimble fingers pinching, adding to the strokes of his tongue until I let loose with a cry that echoed off the high ceiling.

Only then did he raise his head, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“Ready for more?” he asked, his mouth trailing teasing touches along my legs.

I reached for him. “Come here.”

He moved up my body, settling between my legs. The feeling of both his cocks pressing against me pulled an involuntary sound from deep within me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching my face.

I wrapped my legs around his waist in answer. “Please.”

His mouth claimed mine as he pressed inside. The stretch bordered on too much, but his ridges hit places inside me I didn’t know existed.

“Okay?” He stilled, giving me time to adjust.

I nodded frantically. “Move. Please move.”

He did, setting a rhythm that had me clawing at his back. His scales gleamed as his muscles flexed, and I couldn’t look away from where our bodies joined.

His second cock rubbed against my clit with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through my oversensitive flesh. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“Lucy,” he groaned. “You feel incredible.”

I could only moan in response as another orgasm built. His movements grew more urgent, less controlled.

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