Page 3 of Realms of Swords and Storms
"Sirrax," I whispered, my voice breaking on his name. "Please."
He shook his head. “Make ready. Not ready.”
He took my hand with his free one, guiding me to his cock and I gasped as I ran my hand along his length. Tarshi had been big, and now so was Sirrax. I was starting to think it was a Talfen thing. But Sirrax felt different. Where Tarshi’s skin was smooth, Sirrax was ribbed, like rough scales, and as my hand moved down to the base, I had to see for myself. He pulled his fingers away as I sat up, staring at his cock and the strange extension above it. I ran my fingers over the protrusion, and he groaned.
“What is that?” I asked.
“All dragons have. You will see. Will feel.”
Impatient, he pushed me down onto the grass, shoving my legs apart. “Need now.”
He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I braced myself, expecting him to thrust inside, but instead he teased me, sliding his length against my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.
"Too big," he growled, frustration evident in his voice. "Need more."
He lowered his head, and before I could process what was happening, his mouth was on me. I cried out, my back arching off the ground at the intensity of the sensation. His tongue was different—hotter and longer, more flexible than a human's, reaching places inside me that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body.
"Sirrax," I gasped, my hands fisting in his white hair. "Gods, please—"
He growled against me, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure building inside me. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for his assault as his tongue moved withdevastating precision, circling and flicking until I was writhing beneath him, my release building like a storm about to break.
When it came, it crashed through me with such force that I arched off the ground, a cry torn from my throat that echoed across the clearing. He continued through my climax, drawing out every last tremor until I collapsed, boneless and gasping.
But he wasn't done with me.
"Now ready," he growled, rising over me, his golden eyes blazing with hunger. "Take mate now."
Before I could recover my breath, he was positioning himself again, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance.
I felt a moment of panic at his size.
"Sirrax, wait—"
He silenced me with a kiss, swallowing my protests as he began to push inside. The stretch was intense, bordering on pain despite my arousal. I gasped against his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
"Breathe," he commanded, pulling back to look into my eyes. "Accept mate."
I obeyed, drawing in a shuddering breath as he continued his relentless advance. The strange ridges along his shaft created a friction that sent waves of unexpected pleasure through me, each one building on the last until I was gasping.
"Gods," I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. "You're too big—"
He growled, a sound so reminiscent of his dragon form that it sent a shiver through me. "Made for you. Will fit."
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out, my back arching off the ground. Tarshi would have waited, worried he’d hurt me, but Sirrax didn’t wait. And I didn’t care.
He began to move, pulling out almost completely before driving back in with a force that stole my breath. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure-pain through me, my body stretching to accommodate his size, the ridges along his shaft dragging against my sensitive flesh in ways that had me gasping and clawing at his back. The strange protrusion I’d felt before now made sense. With each thrust, it rubbed over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I was climbing again, faster this time, toward another peak that promised to be even more shattering than the first.
"Yes," he growled, his face buried in my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Feel mate. Take mate."
His rhythm was relentless, primal, each thrust deeper than the last. "Mine," he growled against my ear, his voice deeper, more guttural with each thrust. "Mine always."
I couldn't speak, couldn't form coherent thoughts as he drove me higher and higher. The pleasure built impossibly, coiling tighter with each stroke of his cock inside me, each press of that strange ridge against my clit. I was climbing toward something I'd never felt before, something terrifying in its intensity.
"Let go," he commanded, sensing my hesitation. "Give to mate."
His thrusts grew harder, faster, and suddenly my second climax hit with even greater force than the first, tearing a scream from my throat that Sirrax swallowed with a fierce kiss. He didn't slow, didn't stop, fucking me through the waves of pleasure that seemed without end. My body clenched around him, drawing him deeper as sensations I'd never known existed crashed through me. I was drowning in him, in us, in the savage joy of our joining. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, filled with a savage need to claw at him, to bite him. As he broke the kiss, I dragged my mouth down the side of his throat, my teeth scraping over his skin.
“Yesss…” he groaned. “Bite…”
