Take care of it—for all the years to come.
She shrieks my name when I find her nub and pinch it between my fingers. Essense pools from her deep, where another one of my fingers explores and stretches her. Her arousal hits my nostrils like lightning. My gaze zeroes in.
Her tiny sheath flutters tight around my finger. I like seeing it deep inside her. I like the noises she makes when I play and pump it, touching her everywhere inside.
Grabbing her wet hair, I jerk her head to the side, all the while stroking her still. “Ready?” I rasp.
If she says no, I do not know what I will do. I am pent up. The comet’s aura quickens and sizzles my blood. It takes an immense effort to maintain my control when all I want to do is lose myself in rutting her.
I am afraid I will take her even if she says no.
She nods, swallows. My gaze follows her throat.
Unable to wait any longer, I push her forward onto her hands and knees in the shallow water, lining my prick where my fingers play. Pulling them out, angling my hips, I ram hard into her.
I roar to the sky as she takes all of me, my knot to my base. My ears fill with her screams. She quivers and shakes as I grasp her waist, pulling out to slam back in.
There is no fight this time from my female. She loosens, letting me pummel her, take what I need, and use her. And Iuseher, brutally, unable to hold back. The only thought I had during our chase was throwing her to the ground and exacting my revenge.
I am the one punished. Not her.
Taking Aida is a sublime punishment, but my right all the same. Her body moves with mine, she holds herself up, bowing back when I pull her, falling forward when I thrust home. Each push heats my insides,shegrips my prick. The sensation of my seed wanting to burst from me builds.
Bowing over her, shielding her, trapping her to me, I wrap my tail around her front and bind her to my body. Her moans are all I hear. My testicles rise.
Clamping my teeth on her shoulder, my back bows. I erupt.YES!
She screams out, falls, but I catch her to me, pumping her with frenzy, forcing her to take the lava of my loins. “Take it, human!” My voice is deep, grave. Urgent. “Take it,” I order, pumping more and more of myself into her.
I need to get all of me into her!
A forever later—I am spent. My urgency unstoppable.
Aida is weak in my hold, no longer stiff from the work of my mounting, but soft and full of ease. With the water drifting around our limbs, I rise with her in my arms, and carry her back to the shore, to a grassy stretch before the jungle. I stay planted deep in her little flower the whole way.
Easing us to the ground with soft thrusts, obsession fills me.She is mine. She will take it.
I would use her through the coming evening and night if I knew her body could take it.
Lifting my head, I scan our surroundings, listening, shallowly rutting her all the while.
When I am sure there are no predators nearby, I do just that, rut her some more—until she stiffens again, moans in the grass, and her sheath clamps. With little seed left to give, I enjoy the possessive human sensation of her keeping me in place, milking me. And when her body softens again, I finally pull out, rolling her over with my tail.
Her glistening dark eyes meet mine. Sweat slickens her brow. Leaning over her, I lick it off.
“You did not pass out,” I say, tasting female spice on my tongue.
She laughs softly. “I did. For a few minutes, I believe I did. I don’t remember leaving the ocean.”
Petting her, I squeeze one of her plump breasts—which is still covered. Pulling down her chest coverings, I span my fingers over the orb. Her skin is many shades darker than mine. Though I am quite pale in comparison to her people, I realize that humans come in many colors and hues like dragons. “You are fine now. I will make sure of it,” I tell her, rubbing her tit with my thumb.
For some strange reason, I suddenly want to rub my shaft over them.
She spreads her legs slightly, dips her hand between us and her thighs, and catches some of my seed over her fingers. She lifts it to her eyes. “This,” she sighs, “does strange things to me.”
We are both feeling strange.
She is so beautiful in the golden twilight that it hurts. It physically hurts. My chest clenches.
