Page 4 of Realms of Swords and Storms
I didn’t think, just bit down on his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his skin as he forced his cock deeper inside me. He roared loudly, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me tight against him as his hips slammed against mine. His cock swelled impossibly larger inside me, the strange ridges growing more pronounced, catching against my sensitive walls with each brutal thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once. I felt another climax building, impossibly fast on the heels of the last.
"Can't—" I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. "Sirrax, I can't—"
"Can," he growled against my ear, his rhythm never faltering. "Will. Mine."
His hands slid beneath me, gripping my ass and tilting my hips to change the angle. The new position allowed him to drive even deeper, hitting a spot inside me that had me seeing stars. The strange protrusion above his cock now pressed directly against my clit with each thrust, creating a dual assault of pleasure that threatened to tear me apart.
"Feel mate," he commanded, his voice rougher, deeper with each word. "Feel bond."
Something was happening between us—something beyond the physical joining of our bodies. With each thrust, I felt a strange energy building, crackling like lightning between us. His golden eyes locked on mine, holding me captive as he drove us both toward the edge.
"Sirrax," I whispered. "What's happening?"
Instead of answering, he captured my mouth in another bruising kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock, claiming every part of me as my orgasm tore through my body, leaving me shaking in his arms. But he wasn't done. Even as I trembled through the aftershocks, he continued, his pacequickening, becoming almost brutal in its intensity. His face was transformed, features sharpening, looking more draconic than human as he drove into me over and over.
"Mine," he snarled, the word barely human. "Forever."
He leaned down, and I cried out in pain as his teeth sank deep into my neck. Blood trickled from the wound, his tongue lapping at it, but he didn’t let go, and then he was coming, his release flooding me with heat that seemed to burn through my entire body. His arms tightened around me, holding me in an iron grip as his hips jerked against mine, driving his seed deep inside me. I felt the strange ridges along his shaft expand, locking him inside me as he roared, his back arching as he came. The sensation of him pulsing inside me, filling me with his heat, triggered yet another climax that tore through my already over sensitized body.
As we both shuddered through our release, that strange energy between us crested, a wave of power that seemed to bind us together in ways I couldn't begin to understand. For a moment, I could feel him—not just his body against mine, but his thoughts, his emotions, his very essence merging with my own. Joy and triumph flooded through me, and I wasn't sure if the feelings were mine or his.
For long moments, we lay together, trembling in the aftermath. His weight pressed me into the soft grass, his heart thundering against mine. I could feel him still pulsing inside me, his cock locked within my body.
"Can't move," he murmured against my neck, his breathing ragged. "Mating lock."
"What?" I gasped, suddenly aware that he was indeed still fully hard inside me, seemingly unable to withdraw.
"Normal," he assured me, shifting slightly to take some of his weight on his elbows. "Dragon way. Ensures mating takes."
The implications of his words slowly penetrated my pleasure-hazed mind. "Takes? You mean...?"
His golden eyes met mine, fierce with possessive pride. "Seed stays. Young come."
My heart skipped a beat. "Young? You mean children?"
He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Strong young. From strong mate.”
“Sirrax, I can’t have children right now… I take herbs to stop it.”
He nodded, his face serious. “Not now. Later. When mate safe.”
I breathed out. “Maybe later.”
A grin spread across his face. “Lock still good other things.”
“What things…oh!”
The mention of children had distracted me for a moment, but I realised the swelling of his cock inside me was undulating, the ridges of his cock moving against me in a way that had me arching up under him and another climax hit me. The pleasure was unbearable, overwhelming. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging deep enough to draw blood as wave after wave crashed through me. Each pulse of his cock inside me sent fresh sparks dancing across my vision.
"Too much," I gasped, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. "I can't—"
"Can," he growled, his lips finding mine in a kiss that devoured my protests.
His hips ground against mine in small, tight circles that pressed that strange protrusion firmly against my clit. The dual sensation—his cock pulsing inside me while he stimulated me from outside—was overwhelming. The lock meant he couldn't thrust in and out, but the constant pressure against my most sensitive places had me spiralling into yet another climax that left me sobbing his name.
"Please," I begged, though I wasn't sure if I was begging him to stop or continue. My body felt like it might shatter from pleasure, every nerve ending raw and exposed.
"No end," he growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Mating lock stays until dawn. Much pleasure before then."
