Page 28 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

“I wish to taste you, if you’ll permit it,” my huge Sarkarnii requests.

“Taste me?”

“Lap at your sweet cunt until you come,” he rasps.

“Oh!” My body reacts instantly to his words with another gush of moisture.

This time when Darax lifts his hand up, it is to lick his finger clean of me. My chest heaves at the near miss of an orgasm, my body needy, wanting more from him, so much more.

Even if I don’t think it’s possible he can fit.

KERRA

Darax lifts me up onto the chest next to us, dropping to his knees, his tail lashing behind him. He places his great, clawed hands on my thighs and gently pushes them apart, exposing me to him. I’m wracked with shivers as he stares at me, or more specifically, at my pussy.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never seen anything so perfect,” he growls. “So ready, so willing,” he adds with a rasp.

Before I can answer him, he drops his head between my legs, and his incredible forked tongue sweeps through my folds. I can’t do anything other than grab for something to hold. My hands wrap around two horns, and to my shock, I’m gripping at a pair of leathery wings, tipped at the shoulders with two huge claws. Wings attached to my huge Sarkarnii.

But any such shock is instantly taken away as Darax redoubles his efforts on my pussy, sucking at my clit and making me see stars. I clutch harder at the wings, and Darax groans over me, his tongue flicking, and it tips me over the edge.

An orgasm crashes through me. I’m dimly aware of making some noise, of my body bucking, my channel convulsing aroundnothing, leaving me needy. Leaving me panting and wanting more.

“Little snack,” Darax rumbles as I regain my senses.

Looking down, I see I’ve flooded the chest with my moisture, and Darax has to be harder than ever, his cock looking almost painful.

“Did I do well?” he slurs. His eyes are half lidded, as if he has enjoyed giving me an orgasm as much as I have enjoyed receiving it. As if my juices are an intoxicant to him.

“You did better than well.” My muscles tick, causing me to jump and shift. “That was…incredible, Darax.”

“You would be willing to let me sheath myself in you?” he asks, his voice still struggling, it seems, to keep up with his words.

“Yes,” I murmur, pulling him up to me, pressing my lips against his, tasting myself on him.

I’m lifted from my soaking seat, and in a swift, easy movement, I’m down in the depression in the center of the room, caged by a massive male who is both hesitant and confident. He nudges my legs apart, the very tip of his cock pressing at my entrance.

He still feels huge, far too large to ever…

With a flick of his hips, Darax breaches me. The stretch is enormous, almost to the point of pain but then it is no more. Instead he slides deep within me, groaning my name.

“Kerra…”

I am completely, utterly overwhelmed by Darax, his size, his scent, the feeling of him inside me, and every single node which scrapes over my channel, sending pleasure spiking within me.

“Kerra,” He growls, withdrawing nearly all the way before slamming back into me.

The orgasm hits with an intensity which should be illegal. Every muscle in my body fires at once. I clamp down hard onhim whilst flooding us both. Darax roars, growing larger, or so it seems, over me.

“Tight and sweet,” he rasps, withdrawing and thrusting as the stars surround me, like they did in space, and my body adjusts to his size and plunder. Darax keeps up a tremendous pace, my orgasm continuing like it is never going to stop, my channel convulsing, my hands grasping at anything, wrapping around his wings once again and, as they do, Darax releases a deep, satisfied groan, his hips flicking at me, burying himself deep inside.

There’s a soft, almost unnoticeable pinching within me, but my body responds with another gush of moisture, and then Darax lifts up, roaring as he comes too. Hot and plentiful, his hot cum surges inside me as another climax sends me bucking in his grip. It’s as if now I’ve started, I can’t stop.

Darax makes my body sing like never before. His hips still twitch as he continues to come. His breath is ragged and his eyes on fire as he gazes down at me.

“I’m glad I got to eat you, little snack,” he murmurs, “and fill you.”

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