Page 44 of Serving my Dragon
“Move closer,” I growled as my hands fondled her heavy breasts. Plump perfection. I took a rosy tip into my mouth and she cried out as I tugged and teased the nipple to a hard point.
Her pussy proved warm and wet on my belly, her excitement not feigned. I couldn’t wait to taste her honey. But I wasn’t done with her beasts. I cupped and squeezed them, kneading their soft fullness while I nibbled her buds, switching between them, obsessed with the mewling sound she made each time I gave it sharp tug. Her body shivered as she rocked atop me, grinding her sex against me.
Driving me wild.
She took her breasts away from me and I would have protested only she scooched back and held herself above my straining cock.
Yesss!
“Here’s to hoping it fits,” she quipped, making me swell even larger to the point I feared bursting. She braced one hand on my chest and licked her lips as she lowered herself. The head of my cock parted her nether lips. Slid into her heated sex. Got clenched by her quivering channel.
My turn to gasp at the exquisite sensation—and torture—as she slowly sheathed my entire shaft and then sat for a moment.
“Oh my,” she murmured as my girth stretched her. I didn’t move as she adjusted. I let myself enjoy the heat of her.
Her hips began to shift and rotate, driving me deep, and my fingers grabbed and held on to her hips as she took me for a grinding ride.
When she began to lift and slam herself down, my hips thrust up to meet her. My cock plunged deep. Her pussy clenched tight. The friction proved too much and I struggled to hold on.
Until I couldn’t.
How could I not come when her orgasm hit, a rippling of sensation that wrung me dry and left me trembling.
She collapsed atop me, huffing. “Oh my god that was good.”
More than good. Epic.
I held her, my semi-hard cock still buried, loving the weight and feel of her. I could have stayed like that forever, however…
“If you two are done fornicating, I’m hungry!” Polly yelled.
“At least she waited until we’d finished,” I sighed.
Kayleigh giggled. “Let’s go feed her and tire her out so we can put her to bed and have some alone time,” she whispered.
“That might be wishful thinking since she usually sleeps with me.”
“Not anymore,” Kayleigh sang. “Polly claimed a room of her own, saying now that we have the space, it wasn’t seemly for her to sleep with her servants.”
My brow arched. “What are we waiting for then?”
The afternoon followed by supper seemed interminable even as it technically went by quickly. The ravenous dragon who’d been busy poking her nose in every room devoured her portion plus part of mine, Kayleigh’s, and what remained in the pot.
Without any prompting, Polly yawned and said, “I need to rest. Try to be quiet. The second molting has begun.” Off went the dragon and within seconds we were in bed, too.
Kayleigh and I made love in our nest of blankets, slower and more leisurely, a sensual exploration of her body that left us both panting and satisfied.
Over the next few days, we found many opportunities for intimacy. Polly had indeed entered a fevered and shedding state. The irritable dragon proved difficult when she woke, demanding food and bathing to cool her hot flesh.
When Polly rested, Kayleigh and I explored the cave network and tried to create a map of the many passages and rooms using a pen and paper we found tucked in a pile of supplies Juan must have left behind years ago. The citadel, as Pollita called it, proved surprisingly well laid out and impossible to get lost in. The corridors were straight, the intersection always in T’-s or crosses, and as we soon came to realize, the markings at the corners, wayfinding of sorts.
During that time, I lost myself in the pleasure of getting to know Kayleigh—and not just carnally. She told me about her life growing up. I spoke of how the family rallied around me and Mama when my papa died. We discussed everything, from the obnoxious state of politics to our favorite flavor of ice cream: vanilla.
My anxiety over leaving my home and neglecting my business faded. I felt bad for my clients that had to be reschedule but, in this place, this paradise, I found contentment. Love. A word I’d not uttered aloud, but that filled my heart. And I was pretty sure Kayleigh felt it too. Enough to stay? Guess I’d find out when I asked, and I did intend to, because I couldn’t imagine a future without her smile in it.
On the fourth morning after our arrival, the shedding Pollita emerged from her chamber, energetic and fever-free. Also very excited.
With reason, for projecting from her back was a pair of stubby wings.
