Page 18 of Scorching the Alien Empire
The cold, stale air bites at my bare skin, drawing me to him like a chilly moth to a flame. Like he always does—we’re destined to repeat this dance together forever.
I laugh huskily against his mouth, biting his lip as his massive hands grab greedily at my backside, pulling me into him. He takes advantage, slipping his warm tongue into my eager mouth. My desire builds, opening myself for him, letting him use me for his pleasure.
He’s rough—always is—demanding more, claiming every inch of me. His touch is not the tender affections of a timid loser, but the primal, molten desire—the kind only Dracoth can ignite.
His flurry of clawed embraces makes me pant as he squeezes and kneads my breasts, ass, and legs. The heat rises within me, a pale reflection of the hotness radiating from him. A squeal comes unbidden as his brutal, powerful hands turn me around and press me forward. My body arches instinctively, slick and ready for him, beckoning him to do more, ready for him to enter my body and my soul.
I hear the metallic thud of Dracoth’s armor hitting the floor behind me, a sound that sends a thrill coursing through me. My gaze catches on the glowing Elerium boxes, their golden swirls hypnotic amidst the frantic chaos. An idea seizes me, wicked and irresistible.
“Fuck me over here!” I exclaim, my voice thick with excitement as I rush to the crates. Running my hands throughthe shimmering spheres, loving the hefty weight of them and what they symbolize: wealth, possibilities, and my power.
It turns me on more, the heat between my legs building like one of Dracoth’s miniature suns. I can hardly wait.
I need him!
Dracoth surprises me from behind, his searing claws grazing down my neck, just shy of breaking skin. A guttural groan escapes me, a mix of exquisite pain and unbridled pleasure. My head falls back, baring my throat as I surrender completely to him—the only man worthy of my submission.
The divine brand on my chest flares like embers stoked to life, as Dracoth’s claws trace the runic pattern, each rake of his claws igniting molten fire beneath my skin. They trail downward, pausing to knead my heavy breasts and tease my tender nipples.
I writhe under his touch, every nerve alight with anticipation. The heat blazing from my chest and between my legs begging to be released. His other hand forces my legs apart, and I gasp as his molten fingers explore my slick folds, kneading and stroking with merciless precision. My legs tremble, the intensity threatening to overwhelm me, but Dracoth holds me steady, claiming every inch of me with his unyielding strength.
A deep groan escapes me as his massive palm presses against my entrance, and I clutch his hand, bucking against him. His heat surrounds me, overwhelming and consuming. Behind me, I can feel the searing size of his cock brushing against my back—a promise of what’s to come, and my body quivers with anticipation.
His fangs graze my neck, sending shivers down my spine, while his free hand roams possessively over my body, gripping, squeezing, and claiming. He’s like a beast consuming me totally and utterly—my red dragon. He rhythmically rubs my most sensitive spot. Breathy moans squeeze through my lips as my body coils tighter and tighter under his blazing assault.
When the release comes, it’s a fiery explosion of bliss. A guttural scream tears from my throat as waves of ecstasy ripple through me, leaving me trembling and breathless. My legs give out, reduced to useless jelly as I collapse into his unyielding grip, my body shuddering in the aftermath of pure, toe-curling pleasure.
Before I can fully recover, Dracoth bends me forward with ease, his monstrous strength pinning me against the glowing crates. My cheek presses against the cool surface of the Elerium orbs, their golden light reflecting the wild hunger that burns between us.
“Breathe some fire into me, my red dragon,” I giggle mischievously, arching my back to give him a teasing glimpse of what he’s done to me—what he’s missing.
“Only you can endure it,” he growls near my ear, his deep voice sending shivers through me. His heat radiates in waves, but nothing burns hotter than the throbbing cock poised against my juicy, eager opening.
A sharp gasp tears from my throat as he enters me fully, exploding any traces of my composure. He’s so fucking massive—so impossibly thick and deep that he pushes me to my limits, as he always does.
Each punishing thrust sends molten heat spiraling through me, bubbling like lava deep in my core, searing my heart and soul.
I love it!I want it hotter—hotter than Arawnoth’s blazing realm, hotter than the sun—so it could burn me to ash, obliterate my pain, and leave nothing but this perfect, all-consuming bliss.
“Your strength now matches your beauty,” he grunts, his voice raw and half-mad as his rhythm intensifies.
“Yes!” I scream, my breath hitching with each relentless thrust. “You did this to me, you crazy giant bastard!” I struggleto laugh between the guttural croaks his massive cock is ripping between my clenched teeth.
Outside, a muffled voice breaks through the haze.
“Damn if I don’t almost feel sorry for old Duriel,” Balsar comments from outside our little sex room.
I gasp as my eyes dart to the melted entrance, while Dracoth doesn’t stop, only slowing his relentless pounding.
“Something’s wrong. They’ve been in there a while,” Jazreal’s voice grows closer, tinged with concern.
My cheeks burn, but the thought of them seeing me like this—being brutally fucked, utterly exposed—sends a wicked thrill coursing through me.
“I thought I heard screaming,” Jazreal quips as he steps into view, his green eyes widening briefly before settling into a knowing smirk.
“War... War Chieftain!” Balsar sputters, his beady eyes growing as wide as the Elerium orbs I’m resting upon. “Please forgive the intrusion. I didn’t realize... you two were...” His gaze lingers on my breasts for a heartbeat. Either due to them bouncing so beautifully or because Arawnoth’s brand is glowing like a furnace, I can’t tell.
I throw my head back with manic laughter, twisting my lips into a mocking sneer—until Dracoth’s slow, deliberate thrusts pull a groan from deep within me. The blend of exposure and power is intoxicating. Even with them watching, I’m still in control, capable of crushing them in an instant if I wished.
