“Eliel, I love you.” His tip pushed against my entrance, still wet from his ministrations.
“I love you too.”
I angled myself to accept him better, and he released my shaft to hold the base of his. Still, he paused to meet my gaze.
“Take me,” I urged. “No more waiting, Raven. It's time.”
Raven slipped the tip of his cock into me, and my head flung back with that small penetration. He waited a moment for me to adjust and then pushed deeper. Just a little. Then withdrew. Then he came back deeper. And deeper. And deeper until he was fully sheathed. There wasn't even a tinge of pain, not with him taking such care of me. It was pure, unimaginable bliss, my body welcoming Raven as my heart did. His hand left his cock to brace my left leg, and I pulled my right leg up to hook around his waist.
“I love you, Raven.” I kissed his chest since I couldn't reach his lips, and when he shuddered, I sucked his nipple into my mouth.
“Eliel!” He slammed into me.
I cried out with a feeling of sublime fullness and completion. He was inside me at last, and it was perfect, so perfect! We fit as if made for each other. In joy, I clung to him.
Wet slipping sounds combined with the slap of flesh on flesh to make me lose my mind. My head lolled on the pillows, and my wings rustled constantly, caught in the wind of my lust.I was lost. Thirty seconds into his wild thrusting, I came, my release spurting between us.
With a joyous growl, the King pounded harder, bending me nearly in two. Still coming, my eyes rolled back, and my limbs flopped as wildly as my wings, all of me dancing for my king. He grabbed my orgasm and took it higher and higher until I was screaming and shouting his name. I didn't care who heard me; let the entire world know that the Dragon King could fuck me silly.
“Raven! Raven!” I clawed at his back as he kept thrusting, pumping pleasure into me long after it should have drained away.
Suddenly, he locked forward, his hips flattening my flesh, and roared, “Mine!”
I felt him fill me with hot liquid, and it sent me into yet more convulsions. It felt as if my wings would fall off, but I didn't care. I'd sacrifice anything to feel this with him. It warmed my core and spread through me, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. What was this magical release of his? Did all Dragon cum feel hot?
Muscles bulging, the King jerked out of my body and rose to his knees. I flopped onto the bed, my arms and legs losing all strength as the orgasm finally released me. But the King had just begun. Cock in hand, he ejaculated onto my belly. The warm, silky substance tingled on my skin, and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing it into my belly. It felt so right.
Raven cried out again, thrusting into his fist, and more glistening liquid spilled forth. He coated my belly with it. My thighs. In my languor, I accepted it eagerly. This was just aDragon thing. It must be. But then a memory punched me in my sex-weakened mind.
I was spread out just like this, lying before Bara as he came on me. I wanted to scream. To push him away. But I couldn't. The ribbon held me in place, complacent as he laid his scent on me in the most barbaric way. I'd smell like him now. Everyone would know I was Bara's sex slave. A tear leaked out of my eye.
But then the vision slid away, and it was Raven above me. I shuddered and gasped, about to let it go. I wouldn't let Bara ruin this! Then Raven shot to his feet and straddled me. Gaping up at him, I tried to push away the past and focus on the King, but this looked more like something Bara would do. Even Raven's face resembled Bara's now, his expression triumphant and possessive. Not a sweet possession but true ownership. It was the look of my master. I whimpered, but he didn't hear me. He was too lost in his lust.
“Open your mouth!” the Dragon King commanded.
I could do nothing else but obey. Raven angled his cock and grunted as a stream of cum hit my lips and dripped into my mouth. Another hit my cheek. I closed my eyes, my entire body trembling as Raven coated me in his release. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. It tingled on my tongue and vanished.
“Eliel, you're mine!” Raven cried. “I was right. You're my mate!”
My eyes shot open, and the King's triumph registered. He was mating me! That's what this was about. Still, the joy was brief, quickly overshadowed by his greedy expression as hepumped more cum onto my neck and then my arms. He kept going, and every stripe brought me back to Bara. Every warm slash changed Raven from a lover into a captor. I could feel his cum sinking into me—feel it going even deeper than my flesh.
What had Raven said about souls? Was he taking mine? Oh, dear Gods! This wasn't an equal bond. It was bondage. He was making me his belonging! I cried out and sat up.
“Yes, roll onto your stomach, Mate! I need to cover you in my essence.”
I wanted to flee, but my body wouldn't disobey him. My mind kept breaking, taking me back to Bara. I was under his control, the ribbon cool on my wrist. I knew I was free, and still, I wasn't. Back and forth, the men shifted above me. Bara and then Raven until they were one. In a brief moment of clarity, I knew he'd been right. Raven said it was too soon. I should have listened to him. I'd been so sure that his lovemaking would burn away what Bara did to me, so eager to be free of that filth, that I had rushed into this.
And now I was lost.
I rolled onto my belly, tears burning my cheeks. My wings folded meekly, and I jerked with every lash of the King's essence as if he were whipping me. He covered my flesh and feathers, coming until I was thoroughly saturated with him. Only then did the King fall to his knees on the bed.
But it wasn't over. Far from it.
Raven grabbed my hips and yanked me onto my hands and knees. His cock speared into me savagely, and my back arched with the invasion. Primal grunting was all that camefrom my love as he claimed me, his body thrusting into mine over and over with the savagery he had warned me of.
Maybe if I'd been truly healed, body and mind, I could have enjoyed it. I had expected too. But those damn memories kept invading, no matter how I tried to reason with them. They pushed my love aside as if it were insignificant and turned something beautiful into something monstrous.
Head bent and body braced, I returned to the slave I was and accepted the claim of my master.
