Vael’s fingers jumped, momentarily losing their path to the dripping entrance of her cunt. He groaned. “Yes. Watch me,t?ht.”
That dark, drugging feeling of primal satisfaction ratcheted up a notch when Hele leaned back slightly onto her palms, angling herself so she could peer down to where he slowly rubbed circles around her entrance. She bit her bottom lip and spread her legs wider, her knees digging into the soft blankets and cushions of their nest on either side of his hips.
Vael couldn’t stop himself from praising her as he slowly, oh-so-carefully inserted his middle finger into the tight, rippling heat of her core. “You are perfect. So fucking perfect.”
More pre-come smeared the skin of his stomach when he felt her inner walls contract around him. Hele gasped, her eyes popping open wide as they locked on the sight of his thick digit sinking into her.
Her whole body quivered when he slowly stroked her from the inside. “That— That does not feel the same as my fingers. Or your tongue.”
“You needed more than your fingers could give you, that’s all,” he explained, beginning to pump shallowly. With his claws as they were, he’d never be able to fuck her with his hand like he wanted to.Have to trim them. Don’t care if they’ll be useless in a fight.
Hele nodded. A quick glance down confirmed that she’d gripped the nest with white-knuckled fists. “Yes. Yes, more.”
“My good little mate,” he breathed. “I think you’re hungry for cock. Is that what you need?”
He watched the muscles of her stomach tense andfeltthe contraction around his finger as his words registered. “Iam.”Hele’s breath exploded in quick pants between words. “I love to touch it. I want it in my mouth. I need it everywhere.”
“So greedy.” Vael rewarded her honesty by gently working in another finger. There was definitely more resistance that time, and the resulting stretch made Hele tense.
Instinct reared its head. Desperate to soothe, his tail snaked around her waist. The smooth skin of the side of his tail pressed down against her clitoris and slowly sawed back and forth. “Relax,” he rumbled, stroking, rubbing, easing the sting in every way he could. “Breathe through it, my mate. Breathe and hold still. Let me open you or you’ll never get my cock in here.”
He waited until Hele was breathing normally again before he began to build a rhythm — shallow pumps, then a firm massage to that soft spot that made her gasp, followed by a slow scissoring of his fingers. Again and again he did this, until his mate was speaking incoherently and sparks flew from her skin like the smallest lightning bolts.
Sweat dripped down his body to pool in the hollows of his abdomen and collarbone. His focus was single-minded, but his restraint held on by the thinnest thread. The eroticism of seeing his mate desperately hold herself still as he fucked her with his hand was indescribable.
“Almost there,t?ht,”he told her, voice breaking under the strain of his need. “One more and then you can take me. Relax for me. Breathe— ah, there you go.”
A soft whine built in the back of her throat, hammering at his instincts. Her svelte thighs trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I… understand why you worried. This is not pleasant anymore.”
“It will ease. I promise it will feel good again in a second.” His free hand moved up to cup her jaw. Tilting her head down, he gave it a small squeeze and murmured, “Look at me, my mate.”
Hele shuddered. Her eyes cracked open a sliver.
Gently, he withdrew his fingers and then pushed them back in. He watched her expression pinch as the discomfort registered. He hated that look.
Vael lived for her comfort. He despised her pain even when it preluded pleasure. There were many people who loved a bite of discomfort with their sex, but he wasn’t one of them. He didn’t know many dragons who did.
They were hardwired to spoil, both biologically and culturally. A mate’s pleasure was as sacred as their place in the nest. Did that mean the same thing for everyone? No, of course not. But most dragons he knew would prefer to watch their bed partners cry from toomuchpleasure than too little.
Vael suspected that was why they had such a positive attitude toward sex in general. Ignorance benefitted no one, and the ridiculous worship of virginity led to discomfort and shame. While Vael treasured the idea of being his mate’sonlyin a very primal sense, there was a small part of him that loathed this process.
“You are doing so well,” he assured her. “Look at me,t?ht.Do you even know how much I love to watch you discover new things? You are so brave. Always looking to learn something new, even when it scares you. This is no different.”
Hele watched him with an unblinking stare, her breath held. He withdrew. Pushed in. Fluttered the pads of his fingers against her inner wall. Repeated the process. All the while, he dredged up words for her, ones he had saved for two years — all the ways he adored her, how beautiful she was, how sweet she tasted, the dreams he had for them, the fantasies she had already fulfilled.
He caught the moment discomfort shifted back into pleasure. Hot, wet sounds accompanied each push and pull of his fingers, as well as the slow, determined sliding of his tail. Her inner walls began to flutter.
“Minu tuli!”she gasped, stiffening until her whole body went rigid above him.
Electricity thickened the air and snapped across his skin as she came. Vael gritted his teeth and coaxed her through it, milking the orgasm for all it was worth until she went lax, her shoulders slumping as she caught her weight on her locked arms.
His tail stayed in place as he skimmed his hands over her stomach to cup her little breasts. Circling her tight nipples with the pads of his thumbs, he gently drew her attention back to him.
“How do you feel,t?ht?”
Hele stared at him with a blissed out expression. “Relaxed.”
He held in a laugh.That makes one of us.Vael felt like he was half a second from coming out of his skin when he asked, “Did you still want to try? We don’t have to—”
