Finally, Sobell was taking him hard.
Havinghim.
Panting, grunting, groaning overhead.
A man doing what men did…
Or what dragons did, anyway.
Clove carried it.
And finally Sobell let out a true, rattlingdragon’ssnarl, and his full weight dropped onto Clove in the aggression of those last, decisive thrusts.
He became pantingly still.
Extremely heavy.
Clove felt as though Sobell’s cock was nested so deep inside, its head might have come to rest somewhere around his rib cage.Aligned with his spine.
Skewering him.
It should have been an unpleasant thought, but it was one that Clove’s lust-tainted mind did not find unpleasant at all.
In fact, he found himself making an involuntary moan of protest as the dragon-man pulled away.
It seemed to take an age for Sobell’s whole cock to slide out, inch after inch emerging in slick whispers.Finally the tip slipped free, the bump of the large glans giving Clove a thrilling jolt on exit.
They both looked down.
Sobell had the better view; Clove couldfeelthat his new passage was spread open, that it pulsed and gulped in unsated hunger and dragon seed.He could even hear the drip of cum into the water, echoing around the chamber.But he was too exhausted to strain his neck enough to see it.
Looking was pointless anyway.
He could read the whole picture in Sobell’s eyes, in the way the dragon-man gazed at him like he was starved and staring down a feast.
Clove had no warning, yet was unsurprised when Sobell descended between his legs again.
Head down.
Burying his face between Clove’s thighs, flattening his mouth against the man’s strange new sex, and sending his tongue in after his own seed.
Clove had neverheardanything so messy.
He grabbed weakly at Sobell’s head, feeling a pulse of that mortification—but it didn’t last.It couldn’t last.
The tongue inside of him just felt too good.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last, either; no sooner had Clove begun to groan with pleasure than the tongue suddenly made ascoopinggesture and dragged back.
Clove gasped, thighs jerking.
Sobell’s tongue slid out, carrying with it a pool of glistening white and liquid gold, a syrupy mess of mingled cum—man and dragon both.
Clove watched, mouth open in astonishment, as Sobell greedily gulped it down.
“You taste of heaven, love,” said Sobell, voice gone hoarse from pleasure.
He straightened onerously, then cupped the back of Clove’s head hard, giving no opportunity for evasion or objection as he pressed their lips together, tongue winding immediately through the seal of Clove’s teeth and into his mouth, sharing the taste of it at the same moment he palmed his cock between Clove’s thighs and slipped back into place.
