It didn’t seem as if he minded, because Monqilcolnen slammed his lips to mine, and I grunted, opening. I wanted to feel him inside of me as much as physically possible. He didn’t deny me. He had yet to deny me anything I wanted. His tongue tangled with mine, and I groaned at the scraping of our scales.
I murmured his name against his mouth, my hips bucking, my cock already hard again. I needed him so badly. My tip dragged against the silk of his bedding, not giving me nearly enough friction. Monqilcolnen ignored my cries and covered me with his body, grinding his hard cock against me. He continued to ride the swell of my butt as we awkwardly kissed. All too soon, he pulled away. I started to protest, but he rolled me onto my back and pressed his lips to mine.
I rutted up into him, my shaft dragging over the scales of his hard abdomen while his pushed against my thigh. He was too tall for us to slot against each other and frot as we kissed, but I didn’t want to stop. When he ripped his mouth away from me, I cried out, but he didn’t return.
“No, Monqilcolnen.” I arched up to kiss him, but he stayed out of reach.
Before I could protest again, Monqilcolnen angled his hips and bucked against me. My eyes rolled back. I tried to touch him, but my hands didn’t move, not even to rattle the headboard—the charge cuffs held me firm.
“Nugh,” he groaned, and I replied in kind from the noises he uttered and the way his face tightened. His long hair tickled up my arms before swaying back down as he rutted against me. Our shafts were lubricated by our pre-seed, and our scales rubbed and scraped in the most delicious way, setting tingles and sparks throughout my body.
“Nngh,” I cried, yanking on my hands. “I need to touch you. I need it.”
Monqilcolnen replied, gripping my hips as he kept rutting against me, “I quite like you like this: trussed up and needy for me.” His claws dug in more, to the point of pain. “I like it a great deal.”
“Monqil—” I broke off in a fierce cry as yet another release swept through me so quickly it had me shaking, and my cock released spurts of seed all over him.
I moaned as Monqilcolnen pressed kisses against my cheek, dragging his nose up to my temple. He whispered, “I have never seen a more beautiful sight.”
The husky tone of his voice laced with clear arousal made another small spurt burst from my cock. “Monqilcolnen,” I panted.
He kissed my lips, then tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth. Monqilcolnen licked my chin, and I opened my eyes to be met by his golden gaze staring at me. I tugged on cuffs in silent demand. He smiled, reaching up to unlatch them. The moment I was free, I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling closer to him than I’d ever felt to anyone else. This, whatever this was, felt so much more significant. It was; I knew that. We were courting, but this was more than fucking, if there was such a thing.
Monqilcolnen turned his head to kiss my palm. The action made me smile. I could still feel his hard cock against my thigh, but he didn’t act as if he was in a rush to hurry this moment on, and neither was I. I continued to run my fingers through his starlight hair as he simply stared at me. Cupping his cheek, I dragged my thumb over the scales beneath his lovely eyes.
I said, completely honest, “You are the beautiful one, Monqilcolnen, not me.”
“I strongly disagree, but I can’t say I’m not pleased you find me nice to look at.”
Laughter burst out of me, and Monqilcolnen buried his head against my chest as he chuckled. It was the dearest sound I’d ever heard in my life. I bent forward, half-curling around him, and kissed his head as giggles kept pouring out of me.
He pushed me back and climbed on top of me, pinning my hands down. My tail found his as my laughter died and our eyes met. He released my wrists to hold my face so tenderly it nearly shattered my soul. I didn’t allow my expression to hint at the strong surge of feelings within me, but rather, I spread my legs in a clear offering.
We parted only long enough for Monqilcolnen to secure the lubrication. With a finger, he spread some on my fluttering hole before pushing inside. I moaned at the feeling. I loved him inside of me. Any part of him. He withdrew only to coat his cock.
“Please,” I said, my voice low and my eyes locked to his.
“You don’t need to beg, Wyn. I want you as badly as you want me.”
I arched off the bed to say against his mouth, “Not possible.”
Monqilcolnen didn’t bother to reply, or perhaps his pushing his thick cock into me was a reply.
Moaning, I hooked an arm around his neck to keep him close. Monqilcolnen slid an arm beneath my waist as he slowly thrust into me. I couldn’t stop the soft cries slipping out of my lips. Itfelt so good, his cock stretching me wide. I rolled my hips in time with his slow thrusts. I was in no mood to urge him on. This pace was unlike anything I’d ever wanted, let alone liked, but I could feel my pleasure slowly growing with each pound of my cluster deep within me.
Holding his cheek, I kept my eyes on him. “Monqilcolnen?” I didn’t know what I was asking, but I couldn’t help doing so, nonetheless.
“I have you, Wyn.”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” he said. “I always have you.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him closer and kept my tail coiled around his. Gripping his hair, I cried, “Monqilcolnen, there. Don’t stop.”
The angle of his cock kept prodding so deep within me. I couldn’t contain the cries ripping out of my mouth. Monqilcolnen groaned, low and deep, and said, “So tight. Your hole is so hot. So perfect. Like it was made for me. Like you were made for me.”
“Ugh,” I whimpered. I was beyond words. My thighs were shaking, my tail was gripping his, and pleasure was sweeping down my spine. It was less potent than the other orgasms and yet, it was so much more significant.
