Her hand wrapped around the base, fingers barely meeting around his massive girth. She gave a firm squeeze, stroking upward until more precum welled at the tip.
Her tongue traced the flared tip, lapping up that drop of precum. The sensation was electric. Her warm mouth sent jolts through his entire body, making his wings twitch involuntarily.
She didn’t hesitate. Her lips parted, sliding over the head and sucking lightly as her tongue swirled around the sensitive slit. Rhavor groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. He guided her without force, just enough to feel the weight of her head bobbing. Her curves pressed against his thigh, her heavy breasts brushing his leg as she shifted closer, taking more of him in.
The ridges caught on her tongue first, and she moaned around him. The vibration hummed through the entire length of his cock, making his balls tighten. She worked her way down, inch by inch, her mouth stretching to accommodate him.
“Fuck, your mouth… so wet, so tight. Perfect,” he rasped. His hips bucked slightly—a primal reflex—but he held back, letting her set the torturous pace.
She pulled back with a pop, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing shaft.
“Taste like smoke and spice,” she said, smiling up at him.
“I hope you like it,” he breathed. “Please don’t stop.”
She dove back in. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as her hand pumped the base, twisting over the scaled section until his vision began to blur.
Lightning illuminated her delectable curves, her ass raised as she knelt between his legs.
He tugged her hair, urging her deeper, and she took it, her throat relaxing around the flared head. The storm howled outside, but the wet sounds of her mouth working him drowned it out.
“That’s it, take your dragon,” he growled, his free hand clawing the sheets, shredding the fabric. She hummed in response, the vibration pushing him closer to the edge, her tongue flicking relentlessly over those ridges.
Her teasing licks along the underside were followed by fast bobs that had him thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. Her hand cupped his heavy sack, rolling the orbs gently, feeling the weight there.
She sucked the tip again, hard and insistent.
And that sent him over the edge.
He couldn’t hold back. His grip fisted in her hair, holding her steady as he came, a roar tearing from his throat that rivaled the thunder. Thick ropes flooded her mouth—hot and copious. She took it all, swallowing greedily, her throat working around him until he was spent, shuddering in the heavy aftermath.
She pulled off slowly, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk before crawling back up his body. Her curves pressed into him—soft and perfect.
“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” Rhavor panted, pulling her close.
She curled to him on the makeshift bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
He lay there still, eyes wide open, listening to her steady breath.
Hisdragon purred—satisfied and calm.
Morning came pale and quiet.
Sylvie slept beside him, one arm flung across his stomach, her head resting against his chest. Her breathing brushed softly against his skin.
He could smell her shampoo. Sweet and exotic.
For a long momenthe lay still just breathing her scent, the dragon inside him curled and purring with satisfaction.
He shifted his weight, carefully gathering her into his chest. She stirred against him, a soft exhale brushing his skin, but didn’t wake.
He carried her upstairs, feeling the lingering warmth of her body against his, reluctant to let go of her.
After tucking her into bed, he pressed a slow kiss to her temple and slipped out into the gray light of dawn.
The air smelled fresh and sharp with rain-washed earth.
He needed to check the farm. The storm had been violent.
