He flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up, positioning me on my hands and tail in the furs. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my vent open and dripping, aching to be filled. His hands stroked down my back, over my scales, spreading me open to his gaze.
"So beautiful," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Pink and swollen and desperate for me. I could look at you like this forever."
"Please," I keened, pushing back against him, feeling the tapered tip of his cock brush against my entrance. "Riven, please—I need you inside me?—"
He positioned himself at my entrance, and I felt the difference immediately. He was bigger than Kaelan—thicker, longer, his ridges sharper and more pronounced. Through the dim light, I could see his length—pure black, almost absorbing the light, the ridges standing out in stark relief. They spiraled around his shaft in a pattern that was more aggressive than Kaelan's, designed not for gentle pleasure but for fierce claiming.
The tapered tip pressed against my opening, beginning to part my folds, and I moaned at the first sensation of pressure. Even just his tip felt larger than I'd expected, stretching me as it began to ease inside.
"Remember this," he growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Remember who fills you so completely. Remember who makes you scream."
He thrust forward.
I screamed. He didn't enter me slowly—he drove home in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Every ridge scraped against my inner walls at once, the sensation so overwhelming I nearly came just from that first thrust. The stretch was immense, burning at the edges, his sharper ridges catching on every sensitive spot, dragging against nerve endings that were already oversensitive from his fingers.
"Take it," he snarled, holding himself still, buried so deep I could feel him pressing against places that had never been touched. Through the bond, I felt his pleasure—the devastating tightness of my body around him, the way my walls clenched and fluttered around his ridges, the heat of my passage welcoming his invasion. "Take all of me. You were made for this."
I could feel every ridge pressing against my inner walls, creating more friction, more sensation. I tried to count them as they pressed into me—one, two, three, four—but lost track as each one shifted inside me, creating new points of pressure, new sparks of pleasure. The largest ridges near his base stretched me impossibly wide, pressing against that spot deep inside me with unrelenting pressure.
My inner walls clenched around him involuntarily, and I felt every ridge shift in response—felt the sharp edges drag against my sensitive flesh, felt the ridges at his base press even harder against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. Thesensation was overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once.
"Move," I begged, my hands fisting in the furs beneath me. "Riven—please?—"
He pulled back slowly, letting me feel every ridge drag against my sensitive walls. The sensation was almost too much—each sharp edge catching, tugging, creating friction that made my vision blur. I felt them pulling at my inner walls, felt the way my body tried to grip each ridge as it withdrew, desperate to keep him inside me. When only his tip remained inside, he paused, letting me feel the emptiness, the aching need to be filled again.
Then he slammed back in. I gave a high keen, pleasure exploding through me, my inner walls clamping down on his ridged length. Every ridge slid back inside me at once, hitting new spots. I felt the sharp edges catch on my sensitive flesh, felt the ridges at his base stretch me wide as they plunged deep. The sensation was overwhelming—too much and not enough, pleasure and pain blurring together into something that made my entire body shake.
He set a punishing pace—hard, fast thrusts that drove the breath from my lungs with each stroke. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing patient. Each thrust pushed me forward in the furs, drove so deep I could feel him pressing against my very core. His ridges scraped against my inner walls with every stroke, the sharp edges creating friction that built the pleasure to unbearable heights.
"You feel incredible," he groaned, his voice breaking with need. His hips snapped against my tail with bruising force, driving himself impossibly deep with every thrust. I could feel his ridges dragging against my walls—in, out, in, out—each one catching and tugging, each one hitting spots that made me cryout. "So tight around me. Every time I pull out, your body tries to keep me inside. Like you never want to let me go."
I didn't. I couldn't imagine letting him go, couldn't imagine being empty again. I pushed back against each thrust, meeting his pace, taking him as deep as I could. I felt my inner walls clenching around each ridge as it entered me, felt them dragging against the sharp edges as he withdrew, felt the fullness as he buried himself to the hilt again and again. His hand slid around my hip, finding where we were joined. I could feel his fingers trace along the edge of my vent, feel them touch where his thick length stretched me open. Then his fingers found a soft spot next to my vent that sent sparks going through me and stroked in time with his thrusts—hard, fast circles that built the pleasure to a fever pitch.
"Come for me," he commanded, his thrusts growing faster, more erratic. I could feel his ridges scraping against that spot inside me with every stroke, feel his fingers pressing hard against my vent.. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. "Come on my cock while I fill you. I want to feel those pretty walls squeeze every ridge."
The orgasm crashed through me like a wave breaking—sudden and devastating, my entire body clenching around him. My inner walls clamped down on his ridged length so hard that every edge felt magnified—every ridge pressing into my sensitive flesh, every sharp edge catching against my clenching walls. I screamed his name into the furs, my back arching, my tail thrashing. Through the bond, I felt his satisfaction—fierce and primal—at bringing me to release on his cock.
He didn't stop.
He fucked me through the orgasm and beyond, his pace never slowing. The overstimulation was overwhelming—my inner walls still clenching and fluttering, each thrust of his ridged length sending fresh sparks of pleasure-pain through myentire body. I could feel every ridge with devastating clarity now, feel the way they caught and dragged against my oversensitive flesh, feel the way his thickness stretched me with each thrust.
"Again," he demanded, his fingers pressing harder against my vent. "Give me another one. I want to feel you come apart over and over while I take you."
"I can't—" I sobbed, even as the pleasure built again, climbing impossibly higher. My inner walls fluttered around his ridges, clenching involuntarily with each thrust. "It's too much?—"
"You can." His voice was rough, his thrusts growing harder. I felt his ridges scraping against my sensitive walls, felt the sharp edges catching on every nerve ending. "Your body was made for this. Made to take me. Made to come for me again and again until neither of us can move." His teeth grazed the back of my neck, right over his own mark. "Let go. I've got you."
The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping through me with devastating intensity. I felt my inner walls clamp down on him so hard it must have bordered on pain, felt my whole body convulse with pleasure. And through the bond, I felt his control finally snap.
His thrusts became almost savage—deep, pounding strokes that shook my entire body. I could feel his ridges scraping against my walls with bruising intensity, feel the sharp edges dragging against my oversensitive flesh. His growls filled the cavern, echoing off the walls, mixing with my cries of pleasure. I could feel his knot beginning to swell, pressing against my entrance with each thrust, growing larger and larger.
"Going to knot you," he gasped, his voice breaking. "Going to lock us together—fill you so full you can feel me for days?—"
The knot pressed harder against my entrance with each thrust, growing larger, demanding entry. Each time he thrust forward, I felt the massive swell pressing against my entrance,stretching me wider, preparing me for the lock that would bind us together. When it finally caught against my entrance, stretching me impossibly wide, I cried out at the pressure.
"Let me in," he groaned, his hips pushing forward, trying to force the massive swell past my entrance. I felt it pressing, pressing, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. "Open for me—let me?—"
I bore down on it, relaxing as much as I could, welcoming the stretch. I felt my entrance stretching wider and wider, felt the burn at the edges as his massive knot demanded entry. Then it popped inside, locking us together, and the world exploded. The knot was enormous, pressing against every sensitive spot at once. I could feel it pulsing inside me, could feel it pressing against that spot deep inside me with unrelenting pressure. The fullness triggered another orgasm without warning, and I screamed as pleasure crashed through me in endless waves.
