Page 116 of Veiled Flames
I shake myself out of that notion. It’s petty jealousy, and absurd to lay any claim over Tynan, but my impulse to do so is fierce.
As Tynan patiently waits, I set aside the fictional future, returning to the more immediate one. “Do you plan to leave the other trainer inside me?”
He grins, clearly realizing that, by asking the question, I’ve indirectly given him permission to do what he wants.
“Yes.” He swallows, hard. “Unless it hurts, of course. Then I’ll stop, or pull the other one out. Either way, we’ll take this slow.”
“I trust you.” My own words shock me as they come through my lips, but I realize they’re true. I do trust him.
“This trainer.” He drags the large one through my cleft, and it feels heavy and cold. “The thick part mimics a dragon’s knot.”
I nod as if he’s delivering a lecture, and the stone starts to warm as he strokes the polished marble through my folds.
“What is a knot?” The dragon masters haven’t mentioned this yet.
His eyes haze over with wonder and joy. “The knotting…” He draws a long breath. “I’d heard it described, of course, but…” He shakes his head. “No words can do it justice.” Pressing the tip of the trainer against my opening, he twists it, reawakening all the sensitivity housed there.
My breaths become shallow, more rapid as I absorb the pleasure and anticipate what I’m sure will be a modicum of pain when he pushes that very hard thing inside me.
“Can you…can youtryto explain a knot?” Regardless of what the dragon masters decide, I’m going to mount a dragon—or try to. Since I may be barred from further classes, I need to learn as much as I can.
“Once a dragon’s pommel is inside.” Tynan tugs on the trainer in my bum hole then presses it firmly back in. “Once it’s inside, its base expands.”
“Oh!”
He pushes the tip of the bigger trainer into my cunny, and my exclamation is as much in response to his words as his action. The trainer doesn’t feel as good as his cock, but the added pressure and stimulation is highly pleasurable.
“The knotting,” Tynan continues speaking as he works the trainer, twisting it to press around the sides of my cunny as he works it in further and further. “The knot is what solidifies your mental connection with your dragon.” He pushes the trainer even further.
I gasp. The marble rod is still cool, and the bulging section is pressing against my entrance, fighting to stretch it open.
“Does a dragon’s knot hurt?” My voice reveals the discomfort I’m trying to hide as the bulge tries to gain entry.
“At first. A bit. But the benefits far outweigh the brief moment of pain.” Tynan looks deep into my eyes and then pushes hard against the trainer.
I cry out as the bulge stretches me beyond what seems possible, but it gains entrance, and I pant in relief. Now that it’s inside, the wide section feels fine. It feels better than fine. And Tynan mercifully stops moving it, allowing me a chance to recover.
“That’s it, my Rose. Good girl. Look at you. You took the knot in.” The pride in his expression, his words of praise, penetrate my emotions more fully than the marble orbs are penetrating my body.
“Can you tell me more about the knotting?” My voice comes out tight and breathy.
“It’s what creates the mental connection between rider and beast.” He starts moving the trainer inside me, changing its depth and angle, and the movement shifts the one inside my bottom. Tynan is pressing his fingers against the base of that one, holding it firmly inside, and the fullness of both trainers is almost too much to handle.
“The knotting makes the rider secure.” He tugs the new trainer out slightly, so that the thick part is threatening to escape. The pressure on my entrance is intense, but then he pushes it back in, and I exhale in pleasure and relief. He pumps the large trainer inside my cunny, and the bulging section strokes over very sensitive places, stealing my ability to breathe.
“Once the knotting is complete, you can’t fall from your dragon. Not unless one or both of you dies.”
Forty-Four
Tynan
Rosomon astounds me. My intense feelings for this girl continue to deepen. Her escape from marrying my grandfather was not only brave and clever on her part, it was divine intervention from Othrix. She was meant to be mine.
I want to grant her pleasure. I want to protect her. I want to bring her joy, and I never want to leave her side.
These thoughts bubble inside me, yet every instinct tells me not to let any escape. Not until I’m certain there’s a chance she could ever feel the same. And not until I confirm what’s going on between her and Saxon.
I work both trainers inside her, observing and loving her every reaction. Her cheeks are bright red, her breaths shallow and ragged, and a sheen of sweat has bloomed on her throat and her chest.
