Goddess, Creator of all the Realms and the Mother of all Fae, take me to the Shores of Avalon, for I am slain.
Nothing in the mortal realm could possibly feel this perfect, so it must be my end.
Her trust was everything to me after I’d pushed her away so long. She was too good for me.
Caly tensing beneath me was the only thing that could draw me from the bliss I was on the brink of, and I forced myself to focus on her and not lose myself. She was a maiden. I had to be careful with her, but the Goddess knew what a test that would be.
I kissed her slowly, trying to calm myself more than anything, and held still, just the head of my dick inside her, to allow her to adjust to the new sensations. I could have gotten off on watching her take her first cock alone. Her breath caught, but not in as much shock as before, and I worked her clit until she moaned in pleasure. Pushing forward each time her pleasure built until I was almost fully seated, and she was a trembling mess.
Outwardly, I probably looked like I was in control, but internally, the mate bond was threatening to tear me in two. Iwas at war with the need to rut and own. My body wanted this to be a claiming, and holding back was painful. Shaking from the effort, I let myself lower back over her and began to tentatively move. I kept telling myself I had to remain in control, but pressed together, her scent was overwhelming.
My hand shook from stroking her pleasure from her softly and not roughly, and my muscles tensed from the effort of not slamming into her, seeking nothing but release. In time, that could come, but I had to do this right.
Beneath me, she began to rock in time to my tentative movements, whimpering and gasping through the new feelings her body was experiencing. I was practically holding my breath in an effort to ease her in.
“You’re holding back,” she panted, pulling me from inside my head.
“No, I—” I looked into her eyes and saw hurt there. “Only to keep from hurting you,” I admitted.
“I want all of you,” she demanded.
“Are you sure?”
The truth was written all through her. “Yes,” she moaned, rolling her hips and rocking into my hand.
“I need you to breathe. The rest is—wider,” I warned, knowing that even without knotting, a dragon’s cock was far bigger than a fae was made to take comfortably.
She simply nodded, emphatically, drawing in a deep breath.
And because I thought I might die if I resisted her willing request, I pushed the widest part of me into her vice-like heat.
“Gods!” she cried, throwing back her head and arching her back. I froze, but her hands grabbed at me, pulling me in. “No, don’t stop, please!”
I moved then, watching her in awe as she took me, thrashing and moaning and completely losing herself to the sensations. She was incredible, stunning and so brave.
And she was taking me, not resigned to pain but consumed with carnal pleasure.
She was mine.
My mate.
And I began to come undone. Thrusting and claiming what was mine permanently and without reservation. Once this night was done, the realms would know we were mates, and no prince or King could change that. I would not be letting her go.
Fuck, the pleasure swept over me, threatening to pull me over the edge, but I had to take care. I could not risk the knot in her virgin pussy, but I did not think I had the power to prevent it. My body and my dragon were in full claim mode. As she began to tremble with her pending orgasm, I withdrew some and helped her find her release with short, shallow thrusts until she tightened around me. With that, I lost all hold over my own climax, and in one final stroke, I came inside her with a cry of prayer to the Goddess.
Marking her as my mate for all eternity and beyond.
Thank the Goddess for giving me the strength to pull out a little because the pulsing knot that seized my cock after shooting my load would have ripped her apart. Shaking, I slid the rest of the way from her body and stared down at the mess between us.
My raging cock still stood firm, dripping with our mixed cum, hers streaked with the blood of her innocence.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I snapped my eyes to hers to find her watching me with concern. “I should be asking you that.”
“Perhaps, but you look troubled,” she said, raising up to her elbows and conjuring a fae light. It was another impressive magic she casually performed, and her proficiency with it changed the way I viewed her in an instant. She did it with ease, not even giving the movement a second thought. Not many fae practiced like that. Her innocence may have been preserved forher betrothed, but in all other ways, this was a female of skill and knowledge. She waved the light to hang itself above the bed, and it obeyed its creator. Impressive.
“Gods be merciful!” she spat when she got a good look at me. Focused on my throbbing cock, she was struck speechless.
