I don’t hate him anymore—now I want him inside me.
I guide him to me, the broad, slick head nudging against my soaked entrance, and I feel the magic hum in response—a warm, welcoming pulse that eases me open inch by inch.
He’s so big—so thick. But the Lady of Thornmere wasn’t lying—the honey the bathing flowers coated me with yesterday seems to still be working, even though Valen licked it off. I’m able to take him…but only just.
I gasp as I lower myself, the stretch intense but not painful—not like I feared. It’s a tight fullness—a delicious pressure that steals the air from my lungs. The magic helps me accommodate him, my body yielding instead of resisting, opening like a flower for his thickness. I sink down slowly, feeling every ridge and every impossible inch as he fills me and opens my pussy with his cock.
“Oh…Valen,” I breathe, clutching his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“That’s it, Princess,” he groans, his head falling back against the pedestal, the cords in his neck standing out. “That’s it—take me deep.”
“I…I’m trying,” I pant.
I have the feeling he’s holding himself back from thrusting up into me. He’s giving me complete control—just like he promised.
“Slow,” he growls. “Just like that. Take all of me, baby. You can do it. Such a good girl, opening up your pretty little pussy for me…taking my cock so deep.”
His hot, dirty words are like a drug. I sink lower—a low moan rising from my throat as my hips finally meet his. At last, I’m seated fully on him, impaled to the hilt.
The fullness steals my breath. I’m trembling a little—but not from fear—from sensation. From the overwhelming, incredible knowledge that he’s inside me…that I’ve taken all of him. I can feel him throbbing within me, a hot, living presence.
We both freeze, panting.
“I…I can’t believe I was able to take all of you,” I say at last.
“How does it feel?” he asks, his deep voice strained, his hands hovering at my hips, not moving.
“Incredible,” I whisper, rolling my hips experimentally. A bolt of pure pleasure shoots up my spine. Goddess, I like this feeling—the feeling of the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
“Really?” he asks.
“It’s…a little overwhelming,” I admit. “But also so good. So full.”
He exhales slowly beneath me, a shudder running through his frame.
“Fuck, you feel perfect around me, baby—so tight and hot.” His hands settle on my hips, his grip firm but not controlling. “Why don’t you ride me now? Grind that pretty little pussy down on my cock—fuck me.”
His words make me blush…but in a good way. I can’t believe how wanton I am—straddling a huge Dragon Shifter and taking all of his cock deep in my pussy. And now he wants me to fuck him—and I’m going to do it.
I begin to move, tentative at first, lifting myself almost all the way off him before sinking back down again. The glide is exquisite—a slow, slippery friction that makes us both gasp. I do it again, finding a rhythm…learning the right angle. Every downward stroke sends sparks through me, lighting up nerves I didn't know I had. It feels amazing.
Valen groans softly, his eyes locked on my face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses it. His hands tighten just a little, but he doesn’t thrust. He lets me take what I need.
It makes me feel powerful…desired. Worshipped.
“That’s it, Princess,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Use me. Ride me just how you want to. Look at you…so beautiful, fucking yourself on my cock.”
Emboldened, I move harder…faster, dropping my weight down onto him with more force. The slap of skin against skin echoes in the chamber, mingling with our ragged breaths.
Valen seems to sense that I’m fully comfortable now. He meets me, his hands tightening on my waist and lifting his hips off the pedestal in a shallow, upward thrust that drives him even deeper. His shaft brushes a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“Oh! Right there!” I cry out, my rhythm faltering.
“Here?” he growls, doing it again, hitting that perfect, devastating spot with pinpoint accuracy.
“Yes! Goddess, yes!”
I lose all semblance of control.
