Without waiting for my answer, he sinks to his knees. Oh, he’s even more beautiful from this angle. He runs his hands up my thighs, his touch hot even through my clothes. My cock swells and aches, like I didn’t just come jerking myself off ten minutes ago. He tugs on my pants, and I gasp, fumbling to pull them back up. Drax nudges my hands away and presses his face into my cock and balls.
“Drax. We should talk more before you?—”
“Do you not desire me, mate?” he asks in a low, rumbling voice.
My vision flickers and becomes clearer and more crystalline, my dragon pushing his way to the surface. “I do,” I purr, dragging my fingers through his hair. “But maybe we should get to know each other more.”
“There is no deeper knowledge than the intimacy bond.” Drax nips at the exposed flesh of my thigh, and I shiver.
“You are very beautiful, Drax.”
“I am yours, mate. Now, may I please you?”
I gasp, tugging a little harder on Drax’s hair as he unfurls his long, forked tongue and coils it around the base of my cock. I think I was trying to tell him no? Maybe? Fuck, his tongue is so wet though, and scorching hot, searing my skin in a way that might be painful if I weren’t a dragon.
I rock my hips involuntarily as more and more of his tongue snakes around the length of my cock, making it swell and throb like I haven’t come in weeks, even though I can smell theremnants of my recent release still clinging to my own skin. I don’t know how I’m supposed to have any reasonable, rational thoughts with the scent of my hoard so strong in my nose and a demon’s impossibly long tongue pulsating around my shaft.
I groan and wobble towards him, abandoning my grip on his hair to brace my hands on his thick, sturdy horns. Drax moans, the sound vibrating through me and tightening around my balls. It’s impossible to miss the way his eyelids droop and his massive cock, swaying between his furry thighs, spasms and dribbles.
Are demon horns an erogenous zone? I test my theory, stroking both hands slowly up the length of his ivory horns, then back down again. Another horny sound rumbles in his throat and his writhing tongue constricts a little tighter around my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, canting my hips again. If his tongue is this hot and wet, I can only imagine how good the inside of his mouth feels. We’re already accidentally mated; how much worse could one blow job actually make this?
“Is that what you want, Mate? To fuck?”Drax’s words sound in my head just as clearly as if he spoke them out loud, except this way he didn’t have to uncoil his stroking tongue from around my cock, so that’s handy. Dammit, demons are cool.
“No,” I manage to mutter, the heat of my fire already starting to burn in the back of my throat. Fucking definitely seems like it could make things worse. Better to stick with good old harmless oral. That’s responsible, right? And people say I’m careless and immature. “Suck me,” I whine, squeezing his horns and jerking my hips again. “Please.”
“As you wish.”His answer is a growl inside my brain that somehow raises goose bumps on my skin and makes my scales ripple at the same time.
Drax nudges me backward and I stumble into my chair again, my legs splayed wide open for him, my chest heaving with heavy,ragged breaths. He loosens the grip of his tongue and the rush of blood into my cock makes my whole body tremble. I thrust towards his mouth again, and this time he catches the head of my cock between his lips. He teases my foreskin and one of the forked tips of his tongue laps up the thick, sticky dribbles of precum pooling on my slit. The inside of his mouth is even hotter than I was expecting, sizzling around my sensitive, needy flesh.
“Drax,” I moan, stroking his horns again with both hands, kneading them like I’m jerking him off.
He shudders and swallows me deeper, taking me into the back of his throat without hesitation. Do demons not have gag reflexes or is it just Drax? Maybe I’ll have to hook up with a few more to get a better sample size. My dragon flinches, then thrashes at the suggestion.
Dammit, not you too, I groan inwardly. It’s bad enough that this crazy demon thinks we’re mated, I really don’t need my dragon buying into it. I can’t argue with my beast about this right now though, not with Drax’s nose pressed into the dark thatch of my pubic hair and my cock buried so deep in his throat I’m surprised he can even breathe. His prehensile tongue continues to stroke up and down the length of my shaft even now, each fork tracing a different pulsing vein, saliva and precum dribbling from the corners of his lips and dripping from his chin.
“Jesus,” I rasp.
“Is human religion important for this?”Drax asks inside my head.
I didn’t know it was possible to laugh and moan at the same time, but somehow, I manage it.
“No, it’s just… ahhhh… Don’t worry about it,” I pant, thrusting rhythmically into his throat, urgency and pleasure building in my gut and in my balls, and, strangely, around the base of my cock where I’ve never quite felt it before.
A warm, pleasant feeling throbs just behind my sternum too. It feels like… pride, or maybe satisfaction. Another moan builds in my throat and the feeling in my chest intensifies. My hips start to snap faster, a constant stream of gasps and muttered curses falling from my lips, and Drax slides his hands under my ass, scraping his claws delicately over my flesh. He kneads my ass cheeks then uses the leverage to pull me deeper into his throat again, holding my gaze as he does it a few times before I catch on.
With a horny whimper, I clutch his horns tighter and use them for leverage as I start to fuck his throat. His muffled moans join mine, his piercing blue eyes clouding with pleasure. The pressure around the base of my cock builds and builds, tightening and aching for release just like my balls. The warmth in my chest throbs and pulses with growing heat, coiling tighter with the same urgent need building in my core.
Drax lets out muffled grunts and groans every time I fill his throat, his claws digging into my flesh, making superficial cuts that sting and then immediately heal, over and over again. The base of my cock drags heavier over his tongue with every thrust, growing more and more sensitive, pulsing harder. I pull back, winding up to fuck into his throat again, but my gaze stutters over the sight of my cock. Not the way his saliva glistens on my shaft, although that is a beautiful fucking sight, but on the base, where I can feel that heavy, needy throb.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “I have a knot.”
He rumbles an appreciative sound, and literal flames flicker in his eyes. He slides one of his hands off my ass and wraps it around my swelling knot. I let out a strangled shout, pleasure spiking through me so intensely that my vision whites out for a few seconds.
I can’t have a knot. Only mated dragons have knots.
My dragon purrs in my chest, and flames dance on my lips as I throw my head back and whine, fucking into his grip, into his mouth, pleading unintelligibly for everything Drax has to give me. He squeezes my knot a little tighter, and I’m done for.
