Page 75 of Bride of the Black Dragon
So he lays on his back and once again, I find myself straddling him.
The moment I lower myself over his thighs, I feel it again—that wild, unbearable emptiness deep inside me. It’s a need that has no name…no mercy. It demands that I satiate it—that I fill the empty ache inside me.
I reach between us, my hand trembling slightly, and wrap my fingers around his shaft once more.
Oh Goddess, he’s fully hard now and he’s enormous—so much bigger than I remembered. This is not a human cock, but his Drake’s—thick and powerful and intimidating—made to breed. Black and purple scales cover the shaft like fine, gleaming armor, and ridges—deep, firm, delicious-looking ridges—run along both the top and the underside from base to tip.
I give it a slow stroke, marveling at how warm and alive it feels in my hand. Xaren twitches at my touch, and a drop of pearly fluid beads at the broad, flared head.
Precum—exactly what I need to take him deep inside me, no matter how long and thick he is.
I lift my eyes to his, hungry and breathless.
“I need it, Xaren,” I whisper. “I need you.”
His big hands grip my hips, not to stop me, but to slow me. His golden eye burns like flame.
“Easy, little dove,” he murmurs, his deep voice thick with need. “Remember, my shaft makes a special fluid. It’ll help you open for me—but I need to rub against you first. Let me prepare you.”
I bite my lip, moaning softly, but I nod.
“Okay. Okay, just please, hurry. I need you in me!”
“Shh,” he soothes, voice going deep and dark. “You’ll have me, sweetheart. All of me. Let’s make sure you’re ready for me first, though.”
I guide the massive head of his shaft to my aching pussy, sliding it slowly along my slit. Goddess, the heat of him… I feel the slickness already gathering, his precum mixing with my own juices.
The broad head of his cock feels like fire and silk, gliding against my clit…parting my folds and stroking the needy little pleasure button again and again.
I moan as he bumps my entrance, then I slide him higher again and rub against him, letting the thick ridges grind right where I need them.
“Good girl,” Xaren murmurs, his eyes half-lidded and his voice hoarse. “Make yourself nice and slick for me. That’s it… feel how my cock fits against you? Like it was made for you—made to breed you.”
“I need it in me,” I whisper, shaking. “Please…”
“Then take me,” he growls. “But go slow, little dove. Let your body adjust.”
His hands tighten on my hips as I finally lower myself onto him. The broad, blunt head of his shaft parts me, stretching me open as it enters slowly, piercing the mouth of my pussy. There’s a sharp sting at first—my body protesting the intrusion—but underneath it is something deeper…
Something amazing.
“Oh… oh Goddess,” I gasp.
“That’s it,” Xaren growls, still gripping my hips. “Just like that. You’re taking me so beautifully, little dove. Look at your little pussy opening for me—gods, you’re perfect.”
I feel every inch of him sliding deeper. My inner walls stretch wide…wider…filled like never before. My thighs tremble, but I keep going, lowering myself until I feel him finally bottom out, the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
Oh Goddess, he’s in me so deep.
My inner walls tremble. I feel impossibly full—utterly stretched. My whole body is humming with the sensation of him seated fully inside me, stretching me open.
“Feel that?” Xaren pants, his voice rough with restrained emotion. “That’s me, sweetheart. All the way inside you.” He thrusts up, just a little, which makes me gasp.
“You’re so big,” I moan. “I didn’t know I could feel like this…”
“You’re so tight,” he groans, grinding his hips up into mine. “So wet and hot… gods, I could lose myself in you!”
Having him so deep in me feels incredible, but I still need more. I rock against him instinctively, trying to get it. My hips rise and fall, the thick ridges on his shaft stroking something deep inside me that makes me gasp and moan.
