It lowered its head and brought their mouths back together, and Clove, trembling with want, kissed it like it was a human lover.
He parted his legs wider, and within the mess of coils, one of the hot, heavy things questing up his thighs finally found his entrance.
It butted its tip against him,seeking entranceintohim, teasing him with the promise of penetration as its twin wrapped around his thigh and traced up his belly.It pushed farther, traveling the length of his chest to his neck, and then finally to his cheek.
The very tip of it nudged pleadingly there until Clove stopped kissing the dragon and turned his head to face it.
It was what he knew it would be—the arrowheaded tip of one of the dragon's cocks.
The opening at its apex drooled a thick bead of precum.
Clove's eyelids drooped.
His mouth fell open.
Fuzzy-headed from arousal, he set his lips upon the tip and kittenishly lapped up the precum with his tongue.
“Do you see now?”the dragon asked in a voice thick with arousal, yet somehow edged with tenderness.Coaxing.“See how you want it?How you can’t help but beg for it, beg forme?”
Clove looked up at the dragon from beneath his heavy eyelids, breathing raggedly.Fixed under that overwhelming gaze.Transfixed by the tender notes in the beast’s murmuring.
“Show me,” said the dragon softly.Softly, but burningly.Full of fire.“Show me how much you want it.
“Suck me.”
There was no question of how to respond.
Clove could not suck the dragon’s organ as he might have sucked other things, but regardless, he sealed his lips and obeyed.
Lips strained, mouth open, tongue swirling, he took in as much of the tip as he could and sucked it to the best of his ability, moaning urgently, hips gyrating, pushing wantonly against the shaft that was still between his legs.
It was slick, too.Drooling in excitement.Slippery.
When it pushed now, Clove's body did not resist it.
It had made him slippery, and with each nudge it spread that wetness just a little deeper.Not quite inside—not yet—but close enough that Clove felt himself being stretched open.
Toyed with.
He was being prepared totake.
Against his better judgment, the thought stirred in him a great rush of arousal that stiffened his cock and flooded his head.Dumb from it, reduced to his most basic instincts, he redoubled his efforts.
Tongue caressing, hips grinding, he begged for something he’d always staunchly forbidden.
He begged to be bred.
ChapterFour
The dragon let out a groan of profound ecstasy as Clove worked it over.Its coiled body tightened, squeezing, to hold Clove firmly in place, then in one deep thrust, plunged its cock into Clove’s hole.Clove cried out, tensing, when the flared tip popped inside, but he couldn't help but move his hips, coaxing the intruder inward.
It was his virginity.His!
But as selfishly as he'd wanted to guard that treasure, he couldn't help his own greed as the dragon's cock slipped inside.
Desire mastered him completely.
Writhing, gasping, panting, he clenched around it as it stole from him.It was so much thicker than the dragon’s tongue—hotter, more substantial,better—and hazy from the high of sex and the intoxicating pollen in the air, he found himself wishing this massive thing would never leave him.It shouldn’t have been able to fit—should have ripped him in two—but somehow, he was intact, and more than that, he loved the feeling of being made wet and forced full.
