Page 23 of Dragon, Actually
She licks across my mouth, smiling when I do the same for her. But I don’t stop there. I taste the corners of her mouth, trace the sharp line of her jaw, sip from the salty hollow of her throat.
She whimpers when I pull away. “Myrrrrrran,” she whines, already unbuttoning my shirt with her tiny, deft fingers. “It’s unwrapping time.”
Buttons freed from holes, she spreads open the fabric and strokes my scales underneath, human-kissing her way across mychest. I resist the urge to suck in my stomach, and from the way she slides her hands over my belly, petting every part of me like I’m her spoiled pet cat, I finally believe that she likes what she sees. That she wants a bite of this big cheeseball.
Her fingers hook into my waistband, tugging until I help her with the button and zipper, my throbbing cock finally released from its trouser-prison. Jewel slides off my lap to help me take the pants all the way off.
Kneeling between my knees, so close it makes my cock twitch, she grasps my shaft, milking it until seed wells at the tip. Then she licks it off, and I almost faint with happiness.
“Yummy,” she pronounces.
“Glad you’re happy with your gifts.” I wink down at her.
To my surprise, she pushes out her lower lip. “Where’s my other one?”
Confused, I point to the remaining pile of still-wrapped presents spilling out of the hoard room, where, judging by the noises, Mr. Whiskers is engaged in suspicious activities that I don’t have time to investigate.
“No, the other one of these babies. Someone told me I get two.” Jewel bends her neck and licks the head of my cock again, making my balls tighten.
“Oh.” That’s a gift I’m more than happy to give her, if she really wants it. My voice drops an octave, sounding nearly feral at the prospect. “You sure you’re ready for that, little human?”
Chapter 19
Jewel
The edge in his voice makes me shiver. I nod. “I want to see it. I want to seeyou.”
A wild look comes over his face, almost predatory, and then his whole body gives one violent quake. Suddenly, my hand is stretched, my thumb forced apart from my fingers when asecond cock appears in my grip. This must be the half-shift he was talking about.
Now, instead of one dark-green, ridged shaft in my hands, I’m holding two, one on top of the other. The new one, the lower one, is a little thicker and has a wide, textured band across the base, but it’s otherwise identical to the one I’ve played with and tasted before.
“My knot,” he explains, touching the band at the base. “It’ll swell and lock us together if I come inside you.”
My core clenches at the thought of his thick cock growing even thicker inside me, even as my logical mind wonders whether that’s even safe for a human. Guess we’ll find out.
I take a shaft in each hand and experiment with stroking them both at once. Judging from the garbled noises Myrran makes and the way his eyes slam shut, he likes it. God, they’re huge, though. I can take one of those, but both? There’s no way.
“I know I said I could handle two…” I begin, feeling humbled by my own overconfidence. “I don’t want to disappoint you, but I don’t think I can.”
Myrran opens one eye, his slitted pupil watching me as one hand moves to caress my cheek. “You won’t be able to take them both at tonight, but if we put in a little time and effort to prepare you, you can. If you want to,” he quickly adds. “If you want both in your pussy, you can have it. You want one in front and one in back—a knot in your pussy and ridges massaging your ass or vice versa—any configuration, we can set a goal and work on it together.”
My mouth is dry. Either prospect makes me pant. I didn’t even know I wanted it—didn’t even know it waspossible—but now I am impatient to make it happen.
“I want it all,” I blurt out.
“That’s my Jewel. You want something, and you go out there and get it.” He chuckles affectionately, tugging me upright, andthen methodically removes my skirt, top, and bra. He pauses at my plain, nude thong, standard model-issue underwear. “How much do you love these panties?”
I shrug, laughing. “I just got some new ones from my dragon, actually, so…go for it.” He cuts through them with his claws, reducing them to a scrap of fabric on the floor and looking way too pleased with himself.
“I love doing that,” he says, and the two heavy cocks bobbing between his legs say he’s telling the truth. He stoops to pick up something from the pile of presents. It’s a small, black box, tied with a black bow. It looks fancy, if not very Christmassy. “Here. One more gift before I claim my mate. This will help us get started, since you’re so eager to take all of me.”
The box is heavier than I expect. I untie the silk ribbon and lift the lid. A sleek, stainless steel butt plug rests in a velvet lining, a bright-green faceted stone winking from the base. I bite my lip, grinning. “You picked this out for me?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“I picked all this out for you. You know that. Everything is for you.” He has a bottle of lube in his hand, and he flashes it at me. “You going to be a good little deer and get on your hands and knees, or are you going to make me chase you around the room first?”
His cocks are leaking a small puddle on the floor, and his voice has the seductive purr of a predator. I have no doubt he’d love to chase me, but tonight I’m not playing hard-to-get. I kneel on all fours in the soft cushions, arching my back so he has full access.
Myrran swears softly under his breath, and then I feel the cool slide of lube down my crack, followed by the warm press of his thumb working it into me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he presses his knuckle against my tight hole. Just that tiny taboo promise of pleasure gives me a whole lookbook of feelings. “Relax for me, sweetness.”
