Page 51 of Drakhana's Treasure
Shudders run through me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Incredible, sharp pleasure is radiating through my cock, balls and lower back. Her pussy pumps me, squeezing and letting go as if it is trying to torture me.
I lean my head back, closing my eyes. I take a deep breath to prepare myself.
Then I slam my hips forward as hard as I can. She cries out, but I keep going, harder and faster. As my cock starts to pound at the spongey, soft end of her, she starts to pour with juice. Her cries are interrupted by the sharp slap of my body against hers, a sound that gets faster and louder as I let my body go.
She mumbles and gasps, shifting under me. Her pussy starts to spasm and as the small explosions move into one big one, she pours with juice, dripping wet around my cock. I can tell by her cries that this orgasm has stretched out into a multiple and I hold my cock hard and straight inside her while the pleasure smashes through her body.
She wilts like a flower, her head falling on her hands. I let myself slip out of her warm, wet sheath, bending down to taste her.
She struggles a little and I can tell by the heat and the way her muscles react to me that she’s over stimulated. I don’t care though—I have to taste her.
I hold her hips tight, tugging her towards me. I push aside the petals with my lips, searching inside with my tongue. She starts to buck and writhe in my arms and I hold on even tighter, not wanting to waste a single drop of her precious honey. When she starts to come again, I sit up and ram my cock into her, slamming to the end with one incredibly hard stroke.
She screams, a real, bone shaking scream. Her pussy grips me hard then goes into a series of explosions, making more juice pour out around my cock.
I keep myself as deep inside her as I can, rocking back and forth. She murmurs, fingers gripping lightly at the ground. I slide one hand over her hip, curling my arm so I can reach her clit.
Her body slams into mine as she jumps. She cries out sharply and I bury my fingers in her clit and press into her with my cock at the same time. I keep the pressure up until I feel her pussy shuddering again. This orgasm leaves her entire body trembling.
I couldn’t slow down right now if I wanted to. Thoughts of anything except my own release fly from my mind as my hands tighten on her hips. My body takes over and the sensation of her body gripping mine floods my senses. She’s on my lips and in my eyes, her cries are music and her scent is divine. The touch of her is all over me, all around me.
She crumples under me as my body goes hard with tension, driving my own orgasm home. When my cock blows it’s with so much force everything around me goes completely dark. When I blink myself back to awareness, I feel drained and clumsy, almost as if I’m drunk.
I fall down beside her, managing to get an arm around her as I do. I cuddle her tight to my chest and stroke her hair.
“Kirra… My lovely, my beautiful Kirra. Thank you.”
She giggles, full of mischief even though she’s panting just like I am.
“Thank you?”
“I can’t think of anything else… Thank you for being you. Thank you for being in my life. Thank you for our child, for your amazing body, for—”
“Okay.” She giggles. She sits up, leaning over me to kiss me on the lips. “Thank you Rastus.”
I pull her close against me, burying my nose in her side. I literally cannot move. My limbs are weak and my vision is blurry.
As she strokes my hair, she starts to hum a little melody. It seems familiar even if I don’t recognize it straight away. All I know is that it is comfort itself, something that my memory may have forgotten even if my body still knows it.
Not so long ago I couldn’t have imagined love in my life. I had found my encounters with women so confusing that I was determined to stay away from them and devote myself entirely to my work. I have an important job to do, ensuring the clan is well funded as well as training new dragons.
I think Kirralee was only in my life a matter of seconds before my priorities changed. I can try and deny it but from the first second I saw her land, completely tangled in her clothes, I was enchanted.
I keep my eyes closed as Kirralee continues to sing. She slithers down beside me and wraps her body against mine. We fit together perfectly, both of us comfortable and no elbows or knees in the way. I wrap myself around her and I know she is my home. I would never have realized it, but if I had lived my life without her it would have been more like death.
As I drift off to sleep my contentment only deepens as I know that soon, a new light will be resting between us. Our child will be with us and the warmth and comfort I know now in Kirralee will be enhanced tenfold.
She is going to make us a family. My Kirra, my love. She recreated my world.
She is my world.
Thirty-Five
Rastus
For a few months, we train on the peaks. Kirralee has a knack with the young ones, they look up to her. Not only is she swiftly becoming a legendary figure, she is fair and just naturally fun. Her lessons are not like lessons at all.
I was supposed to be teaching, but all I’ve done is defer to Kirralee. I join her lessons, either in the sky or meditating deep in the earth. I tell everyone that she is the magic, not me.
