His fingers slipped inside, and I moaned at the gentle intrusion. He explored me slowly, learning the shape of me, theplaces that made me gasp and the spots that made me keen. His touch was reverent, worshipful, each stroke designed to bring pleasure rather than demand it. When he found the spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes, he stroked it with patient, thorough attention—not the relentless assault of the others, but a gentle, persistent massage that built the pleasure in slow layers.
"There," I gasped, my hips rocking against his hand. "Right there?—"
"Here?" He stroked the spot again, watching my face for my reaction. When I moaned, he smiled—shy but pleased—and continued his gentle ministrations. "I want to learn everything that makes you feel good. Want to memorize every spot that makes you sigh."
He stroked that spot over and over, his other hand finding the soft spot at the base of my vent and circling it with gentle pressure. The dual stimulation was sweet rather than overwhelming, pleasure building in warm waves rather than crashing peaks.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to my throat as his fingers continued their patient work. "The way your body responds to me. The sounds you make. I could touch you forever and never grow tired of it."
I felt the orgasm building slowly—not the sudden crashes I'd experienced before, but a gradual rising tide. Each stroke of his fingers inside me, each circle of his thumb on that soft spot, added another layer to the growing pleasure.
"Let go," he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to my throat. "I've got you. Just let go." The orgasm rolled through me like a gentle wave—sweet and satisfying, my inner walls clenching around his fingers in rhythmic pulses. It wasn't the shattering intensity of the earlier releases, but it was noless perfect—a slow, thorough satisfaction that left me glowing rather than wrecked.
"Beautiful," Thane breathed, watching my face as I came down. His fingers continued to stroke inside me gently, extending the pleasure, drawing out every last tremor. "You're so beautiful when you come apart."
He withdrew his fingers gently, bringing them to his lips to taste me. His eyes closed in pleasure, and a low groan escaped his throat. "You taste incredible. Sweet and perfect." I watched as his vent opened, his length emerging. His cock was different from the others—golden like his scales, with ridges that were softer and more rounded than the others. They looked almost gentle, designed for pleasure rather than fierce claiming. The sight of him made my inner walls clench with anticipation.
"I know I'm not... I'm not as big as the others," he said, a thread of uncertainty in his voice. Through the bond, I could feel his worry—the fear that he wouldn't measure up, that after Riven's massive size and Vale's vibrating ridges and Kaelan's commanding presence, he would be a disappointment.
I pulled him down into a kiss, silencing his doubts. "You're perfect. You're exactly what I need right now. Now please—I need you inside me."
He positioned himself at my entrance, the tapered tip pressing gently against my opening. I could feel his hands trembling slightly where they gripped my hips—nervousness and desire warring for dominance.
"Take your time," I said softly, stroking his face. "There's no rush. Just feel."
He pressed inside—slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to each inch of his length. The sensation was different from the others. His softer ridges didn't catch and drag like Riven's, didn't vibrate like Vale's, didn't command attention like Kaelan's.Instead, they glided smoothly along my inner walls, creating a gentle friction that built pleasure in slow, steady waves.
I felt each ridge slip inside me—one, two, three—each one softer than the last, each one adding to the fullness without overwhelming me. By the time he was fully seated inside me, I felt comfortably full, perfectly stretched, every inch of his length pressed against my sensitive walls.
"Oh," I breathed as he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside me. "That feels..."
"Good?" he asked anxiously, holding himself still. Through the bond, I could feel how overwhelmed he was—the tight heat of my body around him, the way my walls fluttered and clenched, the intimacy of being joined with his mate.
"Perfect." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "You feel perfect. Now move. Please."
He began to move—slow, deep thrusts that pressed him fully inside me with each stroke. There was no urgency to his pace, no desperate pounding. Just steady, thorough lovemaking that made me feel cherished rather than claimed. His softer ridges created a gentle friction as they slid in and out of me, each one pressing against my sensitive walls with just enough pressure to build pleasure without overwhelming me. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every pulse of his heartbeat through his length.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his face buried against my throat. "So warm and tight around me" His thrusts grew deeper, his angle shifting until each stroke pressed the head of his cock against that spot deep inside me. The pleasure built steadily, a slow crescendo that I could feel coming from a long way off. Each thrust added another note to the building symphony, each withdrawal left me aching for his return.
"Kiss me," I demanded, and he obeyed immediately, his mouth finding mine with tender passion. We moved together inperfect rhythm—his thrusts deep and steady, my hips rising to meet each one. The pleasure built between us, shared through the bond, each of us feeling what the other felt.
"I'm going to—" I gasped against his lips, feeling the orgasm approaching like a sunrise on the horizon.
"Let me feel it," he begged, his pace increasing slightly. His hand slid between us, finding the soft spot at the edge of my vent, stroking it in gentle circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. "Please, Lily—let me feel you come around me?—"
The orgasm came gently, rolling through me in warm waves. My inner walls clenched around his softer ridges, squeezing each one, and I moaned his name as pleasure suffused every inch of my body. It wasn't the screaming, shattering release of before—it was something softer, sweeter, no less satisfying for its gentleness. Through the bond, I felt his overwhelming joy at bringing me pleasure—his pride, his love, his desperate need to be worthy of me. And then I felt his control beginning to slip as my walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking sensation from every inch of his length.
"Lily," he gasped, his thrusts growing faster, less controlled. "I can't—I'm going to?—"
"Let go," I urged, wrapping my tail around his. "I want to feel you. Want to feel your knot inside me." His pace turned urgent—still gentler than the others, but with growing desperation. I could feel his ridges stroking against my walls with each thrust, could feel the pleasure building in both of us through the bond. His knot began to swell, pressing against my entrance with increasing insistence.
"Going to knot you," he gasped, his voice breaking with need and wonder. "Going to fill you up so good.”
The knot pressed harder against my entrance, and I relaxed around it, welcoming the stretch. It slipped inside smoothly—not the sudden pop of the others, but a gradual expansion thatfelt almost gentle as it locked us together. I felt it settle inside me, pressing against my inner walls, completing the fullness.
"Oh," I breathed as the knot settled inside me, pressing against every sensitive spot. "Oh, Thane?—"
He came with a cry of pure joy, his release flooding my depths in warm pulses. I felt every spurt, felt the way his knot throbbed inside me, felt his overwhelming love pouring through the bond. His release filled me in warm, gentle waves, the pressure building inside me as his knot kept everything locked in place. The fullness triggered another orgasm—gentle, sweet, rolling through me in soft waves as his release continued to pulse inside me. My inner walls clenched around his knot, around his softer ridges, milking every last drop from his pulsing length.
