Page 133 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“Look at how well your pretty body takes my tail. You’re so eager to be filled, aren’t you?” Raptor purred. He thrust a few times with his tail, then pulled out and replaced it with his pointed tip.
Walren jerked, his cock throbbing. “It’s not going to fit!”
“Oh, it will. Remember that big black toy you took last night?”
Walren nodded. And Raptor pushed his cock in, stretching him so completely that Walren came all over the floor.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take my dragon cock.” Raptor panted, leaning back to slide his cock out halfway. Then he pushed it back in.
He hadn’t been kidding about what he’d said months ago.
I want to stretch you gently, make sure you can take my cock so well. Because when you can take my cock well, you can take ithard.
Raptor’s dragon cock pushed viciously against Walren’s prostate. The curved side ground down on that sensitive spot, so Walren saw stars.
“Y-yes, yes,” Walren pleaded, squirting more precum.
It was as though something snapped within his alpha. One moment, Raptor was holding him gently. The next moment, his grip became punishing.
Raptor drove his cock in deeply, stuffing every inch into Walren’s body.
Walren came with a scream, clenching around Raptor’s cock. Raptor didn’t even slow down. He pumped his thick length into Walren’s hole, the bumps of his cock catching on Walren’s rim, followed by the swell of his underside pushing hard against Walren’s prostate.
Walren whined and came again.
“You feel so good around me,” the dragon panted. He held Walren down with his tail and drove in hard, jerking him with the ferocity of each thrust, until each stroke grew short and fast, his cock swelling.
Raptor came with a roar, hot cum filling Walren’s insides. His knot swelled and pressed firmly against Walren’s prostate; Walren’s eyes rolled back as he came. Then he came again when Raptor gave a shallow thrust.
For a long while after that, all Walren knew was the huge dragon looming over him, Raptor rolling his hips languidly, his knot constantly pressed against Walren’s sweet spot so he couldn’t stop coming.
Eventually, Raptor slowed down, gathering Walren off the padded floor. “I’ll bring you back to bed now.”
“Why...?” Walren tried to shape the words in his mouth. “This room. Whassit for?”
Raptor paused at the door, looking around. Walren blinked his tired eyes at the few things stashed in this place—some wooden chests, a pile of pillows, and not much else.
“It’s my wrecking room,” Raptor said sheepishly. “Sometimes I want the feeling of destroying something precious, but don’t actually want it to happen, you know? So I come in here and throw things around. The padded floors are for the durable things, and the pillows are for stuff that’s more fragile. Both are spelled to decrease damage.”
“What precious things?”
“Stuff like tea leaves, miniature statues, bowls and plates. Snow globes.”
Walren tried to imagine being rich enough to hurl around intricately carved antiques. “Can I... try?”
“Of course,” Raptor said. “Just not right now. Now is bedtime.”
“Okay.”
Raptor rubbed Walren’s abdomen and looked down at him. Then someonekickedin Walren’s belly, hard enough to make him grunt.
Raptor’s eyes grew wide. “Did you feel that?” he squeaked.
Walren rolled his eyes. “No, of course not.”
“Oh, you’re funny, Walry.” Raptor cooed, craning his long neck so he could press his snout against Walren’s belly. “Hi there,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through Walren’s body. “I just felt you kick! I’m your papa. You’ve probably been hearing your other dad, he’s super nice and amazing. I know I want youto grow up strong, but don’t kick him too hard, okay? He’s a squishy human and I don’t want him to be hurting.”
“I’m not just a human,” Walren protested.
