A wicked grin spreads across his lips. “You want my cock inside you, deliciae?”
A whimper pours out of me and I nod. I don’t give a fuck how needy I sound. It’s true. I needhim inside of me, all around me, fuckingdevouringme. He moans again, his eyes rolling back and his chest hitching with heavy breaths. I know the dull echo of his lust that’s pulsing through our growing bond is only a whisper compared to what he can feel, what he cantaste, pouring off of me. He flicks his tongue out again like he’s tasting the air, and his tail creeps up farther between my legs, teasing and stroking the sensitive insides of my thighs.
He gulps down a breath like he’s trying to get control over himself, but I don’t want him in control. I want him absolutely feral for me.
He drags a finger down my chest, leaving a burn mark that, unfortunately, heals instantly.
“I’m not a gentle lover, pet,” he says in a low, trembling voice. “Are you sure you can handle me?” He leans down, bracing his hands on either side of my head.
I rub my hands over his horns, and he moans before he drags his nose along the curve of my jaw, inhaling deeply, then follows the same path with his long, inhuman tongue. I hiss at the sizzle of my skin, digging my fingers roughly into his ass cheeks and thrusting up to meet his cock with mine. The precum pouring from me slicks the way between us, every bulging ridge catching against the head of my cock, making my balls tighten and my toes curl.
“I’m not a mortal,” I murmur hoarsely. “You won’t have to be careful with me. You won’t have to hold back with me. I’ll be the best fuck of your life.”
Xaze nips at my bottom lip and grins. “There was never any question about that, deliciae.”
“Then let’s stop talking. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” I thrust against him again, my cock jerking desperately and my hole twitching with an emptiness only he can fill.
The promise of “later,” such a benign word but somehow heavy with the weight of a future, lingers between us. Neither of us says anything about it, but I know we can both feel it.
“You want me to stay like this? In my true form?” he asks, his tail teasing the crease between my balls and my thigh now, sending little jolts of pleasure dancing across my skin with every playful flick.
“Yeah, babe, I do,” I rasp.
He falls forward again, attacking my mouth in a kiss that leaves my dragon smoldering and Xaze panting. He breaks the kiss and a wicked smile spreads slowly over his lips.
“In that case, hang on tight, dragon, because you’re in for the ride of your life.”
I barely have a second to register what’s happening before he flips me over with ease, pinning me to the bed with his lithe, strong body against my back. He nips and nuzzles at the back of my neck, his cock nudging the crease between my cheeks. I tip my hips up and Xaze grinds against me, the ridges that caught on my cock earlier now tugging at the dry rim of my hole. I whimper and groan as he trails his tongue slowly down my spine, flicking it teasingly over my skin and moaning like I’m the best meal he’s ever had.
No one has come close to making me feel the way Xaze does, but I call up old memories anyway, adding everything I can to the wanton lust rippling off of me in waves so he can gorge himself on it. He moans just like I hoped he would, the sound vibrating against my flesh as he tongues the dimples at the base of my spine.
“You’re so good for me, dragon. All this lust and passion. Did you spend lifetimes hoarding it up just for me? Did you know all of your memories would age like fine wine for your incubus mate?” His voice is doing that deep, reverberating thing again, his demon fully in control.
My scales ripple and my dragon groans with gut-deep satisfaction. My cock twitches so hard that I have to bite into the pillow to keep from spilling too soon. I’m not sure if Xaze knows exactly what he’s saying or if it’s just meant to be dirty talk, but somehow he hit on the exact thing my dragon needed to hear. The satisfaction I felt watching him go through my hoard and put on pretty things is nothing compared to this.
I grind my aching cock into the mattress, soaking the sheets with precum. Xaze chuckles and tuts, slapping my ass cheek playfully.
“Patience, pet.” He grips my hips to stop me from thrusting, and I whimper with frustration.
Xaze makes another amused sound, then returns to bathing me with his tongue, sliding his hands from my hips to my ass cheeks and parting them. The tug on my already fluttering hole draws another needy sound from my throat. It turns into a full-on shout when his tongue snakes down my crease and laps at the outer ridge of my entrance.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, thrusting my hips up towards him again. “Put it in, Xaze. Stretch me with your tongue and then fill me with your cock.”
He hums and laps a little harder at my hole, lighting up nerve endings I never bothered to pay attention to until now. I can feel each flick of his tongue on every sensitive, aching part of my body, from my nipples to my balls to the throbbing tip of my cock.
“You don’t have to tell the sun to rise, dragon, and you don’t have to tell me to do the thing I was made for either,” he purrs. “Your pleasure is my only purpose.”
I don’t have time to linger on the depth of his words before he shoves his tongue inside of me, stretching my hole and licking me so deeply I’m surprised I can’t feel it in the back of my throat. He swirls and twists his tongue, wiggling it at an impossible speed until it feels like pure vibration against the rim of my hole, my inner muscles, and my prostate.
“Xaze,” I shout, pushing up onto all fours and canting my hips, riding his tongue shamelessly as my cock bounces between my thighs, slapping my belly with every thrust. “I need it. I need it. Ineedit.”
He pulls his tongue out slowly, leaving me absolutely dripping with his slippery, thicker-than-average saliva. Some of it trickles from my hole and rolls down to drip from my balls.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispers, shuffling closer and draping himself over my back, his cock nestling between my cheeks again and his tail returning to stroking my thighs.
“Yes,” I growl, my voice hardly any more human than his. My skin is all scales now, sensitive to every featherlight touch of his body against mine, and fire burns in the back of my throat.
Xaze lines his cock up with my hole, and my patience snaps. I thrust backward, taking him to the hilt in a single motion. A howl tears from my chest as stinging heat rips through my hole from the sheer size of him. It only lasts a second though before my body heals itself, adjusting to the girth of his demon cock and the extra stretch of each pulsing ridge. The burn turns into an aching, desperate need in the pit of my stomach and in the depths of my balls.
