“It will, baby—but first I have to fuck you,” he assures me, his hands gripping my hips. “First, I have to make you ready for it. And I have to make sure you come for us again.”
And then he pulls back.
The feeling is exquisite agony. Every textured ridge of the draconic shaft catches on my oversensitive inner walls as he slides out. I moan, the sound raw and ragged. He thrusts back in, a smooth, powerful surge that bottoms out inside me and pushes my entire body forward. My breasts sway heavily with the force of it, my nipples rubbing against the velvety petals.
“Oh, Goddess! Valen!” I sob, gripping the flowers until the petals bruise in my fists. Oh Goddess, how can I stand it—he’s so big! So huge, sliding in and out of me with a piston-like rhythm that feels like it’s remaking me.
My vision blurs. I can feel the Drake’s pleasure as he fucks me through Valen—a fierce, possessive joy in the claiming, in the tight, wet heat of my body.
His heavy balls—filled with hot seed—slap against my spread pussy lips with every deep stroke, the impact teasing my swollen, exposed clit. I can feel my own pleasure rising again—a coil of white-hot tension winding tighter and tighter in my belly, fed by the slick friction.
I remember the vision of myself with the Drake buried inside me, remember watching as he filled me with his molten seed. The memory merges with the present, the line between prophecy and reality dissolving.
And then I hear Valen say, his voice a guttural growl,
“Get ready, baby—going to knot you now. Going to knot you so my Drake can come inside you and seal our Bond. Take a deep breath for me and try to be open.”
I moan—a sound of pure submission— and brace myself. I feel it then—a new, thicker swell at the very base of the shaft, just outside my entrance. As he pushes forward again, that swell meets my stretched opening and I know it’s wider than anything that’s been inside me.
“Oh…oh, Goddess,” I moan. I hang my head and breathe—just breathe—trying to be open enough.
“That’s it, Princess. Open up and take my knot. Be a good girl and take it all,” Valen commands.
And then, with a final thrust, it slips inside.
Oh Goddess—so big…so deep!
The fullness is overwhelming, and it’s joined by a sensation of being utterly, irrevocably locked in place. The knot swells to its full size inside me—a thick, pulsing anchor that stretches my entrance to its absolute limit.
I am tied…knotted…full to bursting. It’s a good feeling but almost more than I can bear.
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart—all the way inside you now,” Valen growls, his body pressed against mine. “Such a good girl to take my Drake’s knot.”
He reaches under me, his fingers finding my throbbing clit and begins to stroke around and around in firm, rapid circles.
I gasp. The stimulation is almost too much on top of the overwhelming fullness and yet, I don’t want him to stop.
“Going to fill you with my Drake’s cum, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Going to pump my Princess full—going to claim you. Breed you.”
As his words sink in, I feel the first hot, thick spurt of his Drake’s seed hit the deepest part of my channel. It’s hotter than human seed and there’s so much of it. Jet after jet paints my insides—a torrential flood that has my already distended belly feeling even fuller, even warmer.
The sensation of being filled to overflowing, coupled with Valen’s relentless teasing of my clit, pushes me over the edge.
“Oh Goddess! Valen!” I cry out.
My pleasure spikes and I lose myself completely. My pussy spasms in rhythmic pulses around the enormous invader, gripping and massaging the huge dragon cock, milking it as though I’m begging for every last drop.
My cries are swallowed by the leaves and flowers around us. I feel like I’m shaking apart, held together only by the Drake’s knot locking Valen inside me and his strong arms wrapped around my torso, as he continues to empty himself into my me, his own roar of release echoed by his Drake.
And as my pleasure spikes again, I know that I have never felt such intense emotion—such a close connection.
The three of us are one and we will never be apart again.
EPILOGUE
IRENA
After the pleasure ebbs, we collapse on our sides, still locked together. Valen groans behind me, his massive arms tightening around my waist as I shift my hips, just a little. I love the feeling of him buried inside me—it makes me feel so connected to him and his Drake both.
