Admittedly, I wanted to snarl in disappointment. I was only halfway to completion when he filled me. But then I realized something odd was happening. No, not odd—spectacular. Long after he should have gone still, Tor continued to thrust, his hips pausing at the height of each motion to fill me again and again. And that cum sparkled inside me, filling but then sinking into me. I knew immediately that it wasn't cum at all.
It was mating essence.
I started to laugh joyously, my head bent to press my face into the cushions. Muffled and moving over the silk, I laughed harder, my body squeezing Tor'rien's to drain him dry. But that wouldn't be possible, would it? No. The essence would keep coming, as would the King. That's how a Dragon mating went. Or so I had heard. I would soon learn the truth for myself.
Then the King grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head up. “What the fuck are you laughing about?”
“Don't you fucking manhandle me!” I snarled back.
He flinched, his rhythm faltering.
“Don't you know who I am?” I grinned at him. “I'm your mate, Tor'rien. You're mating me. You were right. This is special. We're a singular event!”
Tor'rien jerked against me and then pulled out to come across my back with a triumphant roar. The sound of startled horses came next and our progress down the street slowed as the carriage veered. But then the driver got the beasts under control, and we steadied out. At least our vehicle did. The King's beast was far from being controlled. This was its time to burst free and run wild, and it was grasping the opportunity with both talons.
Holding himself by the base, Tor angled his cock to coat me in essence. I arched my back at the feeling of that bright, magical elixir hitting my skin. Even outside my body, it sank into me, becoming one with me. Going deep. Deeper than Tor's flesh could ever go. He was mine. He was truly mine. Forever.
And I was his. To think I had once feared this.
Gasping, the King shoved back into me and started thrusting again. He bent over my back and whispered in my ear, “Leave it to you to know before me that I was mating you.”
“You were a little distracted by jealousy, Your Majesty.”
“Call me by my new title—the one reserved for you alone.”
I grinned against the cushion before angling my head to look at him. “You first.”
He nipped at my shoulder, growled, and said, “You're my mate, Tekhan. Just as I predicted. There's no escaping me now.”
I laughed again. “You transformed that desire long ago, Mate.”
Finally, Tor'rien grinned and then he kissed me. It didn't matter that our position and his continuous thrusts made it awkward. We needed that connection almost as much as we needed that essence coating and filling me.
But then he jerked back and out of me. “Get on the floor. On your back. Hurry!”
My laughter vanished completely under the sound of his need. This was the most wonderful moment of my life, but it was instinctual for him. He needed me to help him through it. And I would. Whatever Tor'rien required from that moment forth, if it was mine to give, I'd give it to him.
On my back atop my discarded clothes, I watched him yank off my boots and then my pants and underwear. Tor was still coming, his cock releasing essence on my thighs even as he tossed the clothes aside. And it was glorious. Beautiful. I adored watching those glistening streams spurt forth. Once I was fully undressed, he took his shaft in hand and straddled me,his expression fierce and his body jerking through those mini-explosions of ecstasy.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
I opened my mouth just as the carriage came to a stop. I would have worried about a knight opening the door, but then that essence hit my tongue, and I couldn't think about anything beyond Tor'rien. He came in my mouth, over my face, and down my throat before he lifted my legs and set them on the benches, wide apart. A tearing sound came as he ripped a back cushion off the wall and shoved it under my hips. And then he was inside me again, moving steadily. His hand went to my cock.
With the feeling of his warm grip, my hips instantly arched off the cushion, and I shouted in bliss. Spurts of cum fountained forth, dripping down my belly. I didn't care. My head rolled in wild joy and rapture. My whole body seemed to gyrate through it. With the feel of Tor inside me in multiple ways, my orgasm became a climbing thing that eventually took flight. I couldn't feel what was beneath me for a few wild moments, and then I was back beneath him.
Other sounds started to seep into my awareness—movement around the carriage. The horses were being led away. People were drawing back. I smiled to myself, imagining the King's carriage in the middle of the courtyard with his knights forming a ring around it to keep us safe. Us and everyone else. Dragons would know what was happening inside. And they'd know how volatile their king would be if someone dared to disturb him.
Because of me.
I shouldn't have felt giddy about that, but it was hard not to with him turning me over to cover me in more of his essence. Lying there, recovering so I could join him in what would be a second round for me but a continuing of the first for him, I pondered on how much my life had changed and how much more it would change very soon. And how unafraid of it I was.
Because of him.
I looked over my shoulder at Tor'rien, and he met my stare. That connection broke through the beast's hold, and he gave one last grunt, one last release before falling on top of me. He rolled us at the last moment so that we both lay on our sides.
I started laughing again. This time, he joined me.
I turned in his arms to face him. “Did you just mate me in a carriage?”
