The warm, tugging tingle squirms between my legs again, stretching and swelling my flesh until I have a set of independently writhing tentacles, each one eager to wrap around the dragon’s straining cock or fill his hole and tease his prostate like he’s never felt before. This form happens to be my favorite because each appendage is just as sensitive. It’s like having three cocks, which means an orgasm is three times as intense.
With my hands on my thighs, I reach out for him with my tentacles, wrapping one around his balls, another around the base of his cock like a throbbing, pulsing cock ring, and using the third to tease around the edges of his bunched foreskin.
“Holy fuck,” he shouts, jackknifing his hips off the bed and spilling a burst of lust so intense it makes me dizzy. His chest rises and falls with shuddering, half-formed breaths, his wide eyes fixed on the filthy caress of my tentacle eagerly lapping at his precum slicked head while the other one squeezes tightly around his balls until his toes curl and he’s clawing at the blankets.
It’s the sound of tearing fabric that alerts me to the fact that his hands are half-shifted into dragon claws, shredding the bedspread as he thrashes and moans, bucking his hips and gasping every time I tug harder on his balls.
“You like that, deliciae? Are you my pretty little tentacle slut?” I lean over him, mesmerized by the horny contortions of his face and the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I shiver at the searing heat of his cock against my tentacle. I drag the one that’s wrapped around the base of his cock up his length, feeling the heavy pulse of his blood rushing in his bulging cock veins. When I reach the tip, I pull his foreskin up over the head of his cock to encase the tentacle I’m still using to flick and stroke his cockhead.
“Hades,yes,” he hisses. I’m not sure whether he’s answering my filthy question or simply coming out in strong favor of tentacle docking. I’ll happily take it either way.
I grab his jaw and claim his mouth in a deep kiss, tangling my tongue around his and falling into a ragged breathing pattern that matches his as the heat in my veins mounts. The silky, slick heat of his foreskin wrapping around my tentacle, the throbbing of his cockhead against the sensitive nerve endings, and the steady waves of lust and need would each be enough to drive me wild on their own. My head swims with hunger that feels insatiable, and Valentino matches the intensity of my kisses. He feeds me muffled groans and pleading words I can’t make out before I swallow them down. The flicker of a flame singes my tongue more than once, and I moan at the stinging pleasure of it.
“Need…” he rasps against my lips.
“That’s it, pet. Give me your pleasure. Give me what’s mine.” I growl, biting down hard on his bottom lip. The metallic flavor of blood fills my mouth and we both shout.
I stroke his cock faster, releasing the hold on his balls to stuff a second tentacle into the satin sheath of his foreskin. As soon as I let them go, his balls tighten instantly. He meets my roughness with his own, biting and sucking at my mouth, bucking his hips into my strokes, and dragging his claws over my skin until I canfeel the deep burn of my flesh tearing open before easily knitting itself back together.
He moans into my mouth and the first scorching splash of his cum paints the tentacles that are tucked into his foreskin. His entire body trembles violently and I choke on the intensity of his pleasure as it fills me past overflowing and pushes me over the edge into my own orgasm. My tentacles spasm all at once, making my vision white out and my human shape feel like it’s about to come apart at the seams.
I collapse on top of Valentino in a sweaty, panting heap, both of us still twitching our hips to chase the fading aftershocks of pleasure long after we’ve finished spilling our seed all over each other.
He nips at my skin, his chest heaving against mine while we both work to catch our breath. I’m dizzy and boneless, and happily considering keeping this dragon right here in this hotel room indefinitely. Some might call him a prisoner, but I would be so, so good to my pretty lizard, he would never complain. I hum happily at the thought and drag my tongue over his sweat slicked skin.
Valentino rumbles a happy sound and threads his fingers lazily through mine. The feeling of the ring on his finger pressing against mine douses me with the cold reality of the situation.I can’t keep him.
“Where are you going?” he grumbles, slurring slightly, reaching for me as I sit up. Still straddling his hips, I look between our bodies with one last appreciative sigh. Even soft and spent, his cock is pretty. Perhaps I would have let him fuck me if we’d had more time. Perhaps he would have letmefuckhim. I get the feeling he would have quite liked my mimic of a gargoyle cock, all thick and covered with ridges that do magical things to the prostate, or so I’m told.
Such a waste.
He looks up at me with a sleepy, sated expression that almost convinces me to bite my tongue. What would be the point though? I need this ring back, and one way or another, he’ll eventually figure out who I am.
I slide the ring off his finger and slip it onto mine. He frowns and then his eyes flash with those dragon slits again and a pleased smile stretches over his lips.Oh, you poor, dumb dragon. You’re still not getting it.
“Thanks for getting this back to me.” I put on my most flippant smirk and wink at him. “And tell your brother that if he ever fucks with me again, Iwilldrag him to the demon realm and make him pray for a swift death.”
Valentino blinks out of his foggy orgasm stupor, his expression cycling rapidly from confusion, to understanding, to pure rage.And that’s my cue to make a quick exit.
“You fucking used me to get to my brother?” he roars, sitting up so fast that he would have toppled me off his lap if I hadn’t chosen that exact moment to blink away, leaving nothing but a howling, raging dragon behind.
Chapter Seven
VALENTINO
“Arrrgggghhhh!”
I’m going to roast that demon! I stomp around the hotel room, blowing fire and tearing things apart until I’m sure I can rejoin the public. Just long enough to tell my brothers what’s up before I take a steamy trip to the demon realm.
Does Montrose really think I’ll just let it go? I tear an armchair in two and toss it across the room. Does he think I’m fucking weak? He really thinks I’m going to let him threaten aDrakeand let it go? Fuck. That.
After another howl of fire that singes the ceiling, I plop down on what’s left of the nearly destroyed bed. I’m naked, sweaty, and a whole level of pissed off I don’t think I’ve experienced in centuries. Dragging a hand through my hair, I focus on my breathing until my chest stops heaving.
Best sex of my fucking life from a guy who knew he was playing me the whole time.
Xazedose.
At least I have his true name. That’ll make it much easier to hunt him down and tear him to pieces. Maybe I’ll hang his fucking horns on my mantel.
