Page 16 of The Fire Dragon's Mate
He grinned again and stroked from base to head very slowly and far too softly. “Say the words, little prince.” He glanced down. “Or more accurately, prince of above average size.”
I huffed a laugh and nodded again. “Yes, Cighyss, you can suck me.”
He…growled. The sound shook the air between us and had me feeling a sudden need to slay him or run. It was…strangely arousing.
What happened, though, was him dropping down in front of me and taking my trousers to my knees. Having him there, staring at me, being so exposed… My cock leaked obscenely.
And Cighyss lapped it up.
I jolted at the feel of his tongue on my sensitive flesh. Not only was the sensation incredible, but the sight of him looking up at me and licking my cock was obscenely arousing. He grinned at me, pushed me to lean against the barrel I gripped with both hands, and then— “Gods!”
I was in his mouth! And he was literally sucking on my cock! The warm, wet pressure on the length of me was the single most divine feeling I’d ever known. I was gasping, whimpering, as I watched him hollow his cheeks and drag himself off me before plunging back down. Over and over again.
Nothing prepared me for him to dip lower and suck my sac into his molten mouth. I cried out and shivered all over, amazed that he’d want to do such a thing. But, gods, that felt brilliant, too. And while he rolled me around in his mouth, he stroked my cock like he meant to give me every sensation he could create.
Which was when I realized that he was wiggling a finger between my ass cheeks. I went very still, notstopping him but so very aware of his intentions. When the tip of his finger found my hole, he also took my cock back into the warm depths of his mouth. He breached me, he sucked, and I wailed at the ceiling as I came.
Cighyss swallowed, the pressure of that making me whine as I trembled and realized I was no longer an untouched virgin. I’d given myself to a dragon.
Suddenly standing, Cighyss kissed me, sharing the flavor of myself with me. It reminded me of when I’d drunk his “cure” but I didn’t mind it so much now. Perhaps I wouldn’t mind reciprocating? I drew back and looked down, finally getting a look at his manhood.
“Good gods above,” I whispered in awe.
He chuckled. “The size, the shape, or the color?”
“Uh… All of that?”
Because he was as long as my forearm, shaped like a club, and the sweetest baby pink from blunt head to where it disappeared into the pouch at his groin. His massive cock was also covered in… Not scales but more like tiny bumps that mimicked the scales on his lower body.
“Declan, are you waiting for me to beg you to touch me?”
I looked to his face, realizing there was some power to my position.
He clicked his tongue at me. “And you call me the wicked beast…”
Curious, aroused, I switched places and had him sit on the barrel while I knelt before him. He combed my blond locks with his fingers while I wrapped mine around him. His oddly textured cock was slick all on its own, hot to the touch, and I could feel his heartbeat in it. The scent of him was so very male, and I wanted to taste that, too.
Stroking him, my hand gliding over the bumps, I sucked on the head of his cock. He moaned above me, I moaned at theflavor of him, and gave myself over to the feel of a cock in my mouth. I wanted to give him every sensation, win his release, and reached up with my free hand to find his sac. What I discovered at the base of his cock, though, was the wet heat inside his pouch. I plunged two fingers in there.
“Gods, Declan,” he growled, “such a quick learner.”
I sucked, I stroked, and I fucked my fingers between two egg-sized bumps inside his pouch while I listened to him moan and growl above me. As I spiraled upward toward another release, I could admit to myself that I never would’ve denied him had I known we could be like this.
Without a touch to my own cock, I came again when Cighyss did, his cock flooding my mouth. I shook and whimpered as my tongue and throat tingled with the heat of his cum flowing down into my belly. Gripping his legs, I pressed my face against his inner thigh and moaned, feeling sated and like I was floating.
“I should’ve mentioned,” he said breathlessly, “that when you don’t need it, my cum will make you feel quite deliciously high.”
High. Yes, I was up above the clouds, soaring on the wind. It was almost as good a sensation as when he’d touched me.
“Come here, love.” He pulled me up off my knees, but I couldn’t do a thing to help him. “Easy now.”
I think he might’ve restored my trousers to their proper position, but mostly I was aware of him hugging me tightly before lowering me down to a soft bed of pillows. Moaning at the comfort and warmth, I turned to curl against him and was glad when he wrapped his arms around me.
“Cighyss,” I whispered, not at all sure what I wanted to say.
“Mmm, just rest, little prince. All is well now.”
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