Page 42 of Cursed with the Dragon Prince

The sudden shift stuns me and is quickly overcome. “Please,” I beg.

Drakon

My aching cock twitches, frustrated, when I pull away. The air seems far too cold, and I miss the pressure of Reina’s mouth, but entering her will be worth the discomfort.

My wings carry a steady beat. We’re still flying, hovering within the deserted canyon, with sea, land, and sun as our witnesses. My back arches, craving this intimacy. Blood pulses through my cock, my whole body flushed, as I savor the wonder of life.

Reina blinks several times, breath heaving, and her throat bobs. Her purple scales, edged with pink, shine in the golden light, and my gaze traces down them—cheekbone to collarbone, they shadow her plump breasts and outline her soft stomach, highlighting her hipbones. My eyes fix on her crux, and I lick my lips. She tastes sweet as fruit.

I lift her to me, indicating she should hold her wings tight while I’ll keep mine wide. She understands my meaning as my hands lower, bracing her soft ass while she straddles my hips. Her legs spread wide.

Her folds open for me, dewy and wet. Eucalyptus floods my nostrils—my hips jerk, and we join.

Reina

His stem is hot, the tip warm as he enters. The heat fills me, pressuring me on all sides. Pulling myself closer to his chest, I invite him deeper.

His length fills me completely, and when his molten member twitches, his scales rubbing within me, I moan.That’sthe spot.

With him seated inside me, holding there, another new need rises—I want wild fucking; thrusting and speed—for him to jab into me at a demanding pace.

The wanton desire shocks me, making me hotter, and I wrap my legs around him, bracing.

He understands what I want.Damn, he delivers.

His hips gyrate and pulse. Thrust in and out.

He pierces me. Tip and scales stroke my insides.

We drive toward our ecstasy.

His wings provide lift, while mine ease some of the burden. It seems strangely natural, having sex upon the air, and yet my once-human mind latches on to the thrill of it.

We’re flying, and we’re fucking. It’s insane. It’s divine.

My urge is building, and I’m about to come. My hips jolt. My core clenches. Maybe I’m lost, but we’re lost together.

I spear myself upon him, breaking the beat of our drive to pull him deep, deep within me. With the sudden shift, he startles, mouth gaping and eyes wide. Slowly, I pull away, lifting until his member has almost left me, and then I plunge, throwing my hips to his.

His tip, his scales, squeeze into me. We’re wetter now, my sheath widened, and he goes deeper than before. I consume him, and my core fills with his pressure.

He pulls away, thrusts again, striking me.

I burst. He moans and then quivers. I clench around him as he spasms within me, hips thrusting and shaft pulsating. As he spends himself, the gush slams into me with fresh jolts of pleasure.

We ride the wave of release, finding rhythm in every pulse.

It’s peaceful here, despite the frenzy. Our bodies roar, riding one another, while our minds soar. Fears and doubts can’t find us here, and pleasure lands instead. We rock ourselves, milking our moment.

Eventually we settle, coming to a stop, my core clenching a few final times in soothing surges. Completion sates me, and Drakon sighs. His gaze clears as he meets mine.

“That was good,” he says.

“So good,” I agree.

He lifts me into an embrace, pulling out of me, letting his juices drip down my thighs.

A giddy happiness finds me, rising like a dream. I wiggle my breasts against his firm chest while his hands massage my ass. I nuzzle his neck and take a deep breath.

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