“You are mine,” I snapped.
“Yours,” he replied.
I dove over the top of him, a slightly awkward feat due to our disparaging heights, and bit his throat. His pulse leaped under my teeth, and the scent of his arousal clouded the air. I growled, “I told you that you would submit.”
The knot in his throat bobbed. I licked it, then moved back to settle between his spread thighs. I tapped his twitching hole. “This is mine.”
“Yours.”
I squirted some lube on my fingers, then shoved one, quickly followed by a second, into him. Monqilcolnen arched, keening.
“No,” he begged, swatting my butt, “stop.”
I bit his thigh. “You will take me.”
“I won’t.” He slapped my butt again.
I ignored Monqilcolnen and spread a generous amount of lube on my cock. I might not be large, but I didn’t want even a chance of hurting him, as much as I was trembling and shaking with the utter need to impale Monqilcolnen, to take him, to claim him as mine. Forever.
Notching the tapered crown of my cock against his hole, I pushed, and Monqilcolnen let out a loud whine. I steadily slid in,moaning at the tight heat of him. Stars, he was perfect. He was made for me to fuck him like this. He was made to take my cock deep into his body. I slammed the rest of the way into him, and he let out a sad cry, though his own cock was leaking and his tail was slapping me hard enough to hurt.
I tried to grab his throat, but it was a bit of a reach. I shoved his legs up onto my shoulders, making Monqilcolnen grunted as I folded him basically in half to grip his throat. “I took you.”
“Yes,” he panted.
“Mine.”
Monqilcolnen tilted his head even further back into the pillow, his wet hair lying tangled around him.
I pounded into him, and he grunted, taking it. I quickly set up a hard rhythm. We were both so on edge already. I was desperate to spill my seed inside of him that this wasn’t going to last very long. My claws dug into his throat as I fucked him hard, grunting and growling. Monqilcolnen never looked away from me as he panted and cried my name. Quickly, I worked his cock as best I could.
“Spill your seed on your scales,” I ordered, pumping him. “I want to see it.”
“Wyn,” he cried only a breath later as shot after shot painted his chest with his stark white seed.
His hole squeezed me impossibly tight, and I whimpered, unable to hold my release back. My cock jerked, and I pumped my seed deep inside of him, claiming him, as waves of hot pleasure roared through me. Once my orgasm stopped, I rested heavily on my elbows, keeping Monqilcolnen folded in half. Slowly, I lowered his legs, though I remained on top of him as well as inside of him, panting. I gently lapped at his seed, and he brushed a hand through my wet hair, hooking his legs around my waist to keep me connected to him. Not that I would go anywhere.
“Let me, Peace,” he murmured, unlatching my harness and casting it aside. He rubbed the spots where it had chafed my scales. “We shall have to have a different one made so it’s more comfortable for you.”
I chuckled. “So you enjoyed it?”
“Very much. I like the idea of you wearing even more leather as you take me.”
I kissed his chest, breathing in the sweet tang of his seed. “I’m more than fine with that. I enjoyed it a lot.” I grabbed his tail, and Monqilcolnen groaned. I carefully dragged my claws over it. “You hitting me with your tail worked well as a non-verbal yes.”
“It did. We should use that in the future.”
I snuggled close, basking in the comfort and intimacy of this moment. “You trusted me.”
Monqilcolnen ran his hand down my back, then gripped my butt. “You trusted me first.”
Something inside of me changed. It was subtle, yet as forceful and solid as the ground beneath me. I couldn’t exactly say what it was, but this change was permanent. I was sure of it. “Yes.”
He gave a low groan.
I met his gaze. “Yes, Monqilcolnen.”
“To what?”
