He leaned over me, his massive form blocking the mirrored view of myself. All I could see was him. His scales were gleaming, eyes burning, and his twin cocks jutted proudly between us.
"Last chance to back out," he offered, though his tone suggested he knew I wouldn't.
I swallowed hard. "Just... go slow, alright? I've never?—"
"I know." His voice softened slightly. "Trust me."
I nodded, unable to form words as he positioned one of his cocks against my entrance. The head felt smooth despite the ridges, slick with some kind of natural lubricant that was warmer than the oil we'd used.
"Breathe," he reminded me as he began to push forward.
I tried, I really did, but the pressure was intense. The stretch burned despite his careful preparation. I gripped the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white.
"Relax," he murmured, his free hand stroking my thigh soothingly. "Your body will accept me if you let it."
I forced myself to take a deep breath, then another. Gradually, the burning sensation gave way to a feeling of fullness unlike anything I'd experienced before. He was inside me, his ridged cock stretching me in ways I hadn't known were possible while the other sat throbbing against my balls.
"There," he said, holding still once he was fully seated. "How does it feel?"
"Full," I managed, my voice strained. "So fucking full."
Azurel nodded approvingly. "Now imagine being on the other side. Feeling someone's body welcome you like this. It's not just about getting off, Lance. It's about connection."
I would have rolled my eyes if I hadn't been so distracted by the sensations coursing through my body. He began to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, establishing a rhythm. And to my surprise, the burn faded quickly giving into absolute pleasure.
“It… It doesn’t hurt anymore…” I said with a tone of surprise.
He buried himself to the hilt once more, pausing only for a moment to answer. “Of course not. My cock secretes a warming fluid that relaxes the body and makes it more sensitive.” He smirked at me, those amber eyes glowing in the dim light. “How else would I ever get you to take both of my cocks at once?”
“B-Both?!” I stammered, suddenly terrified.
“Trust me,” he cooed, leaning down and running his long, thick tongue up my belly to my chest, a trail of saliva in its wake. “I won’t hurt you. We’ll go nice and slow. Anyway, I still need to fuck you for a bit first.”
I stared at him in shock, my heart still hammering against my ribcage at the thought of taking both his giant cocks at once. "I don’t know if I can?—"
"You can and you will," Azurel said, his twin cocks throbbing against me, one already buried deep inside. "But we have time. Let me show you what it feels like to be properly fucked first."
He began to move with purpose now, each thrust carefully angled to hit my prostate. The bumps and ridges along his shaft created sensations I'd never imagined possible, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body with every movement.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, my back arching off the bed. My cock was painfully hard, straining against the magical ring that prevented my release.
"Pay attention," Azurel commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Notice how I'm moving. The angle. The pace. The variation."
But it was hard to focus on technique when I was being overwhelmed by sensation. His cock seemed to pulse inside me, the ridges catching on my rim with each withdrawal before plunging back in. My prostate was under constant assault, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine that made my toes curl.
"I can't—" I panted, my hips moving involuntarily to meet his thrusts. "It's too much."
"This is how your partners feel," Azurel said, his amber eyes locked on mine. "Or how they should feel, if you were doing your job properly."
His words stung, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. I'd never made anyone feel like this. I'd been too focused on my own pleasure, on the power I felt when I was buried in someone else.
Azurel shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and suddenly the pleasure intensified tenfold. I cried out, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his scales.
"There," he said with satisfaction. "That's what you should be looking for. That reaction. That surrender."
I couldn't respond. My body was no longer my own. It belonged to him, to the rhythm he established, to the pleasure he was forcing me to acknowledge. My cock leaked pre-cum steadily despite the ring, forming a puddle on my stomach.
"Please," I found myself begging, though I wasn't sure what for.
