I grip her hips, slow and firm, guiding her gently down onto me, not to take me inside, but to let her appreciate every ridged inch rubbing along her slick folds. She rocks once, hips twitching, and my jaw tightens as the head of my cock catches against her clit.
A whimper escapes her throat.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
She does, eyes wide and shining. “Kelan,” she breathes, her mouth trailing my stubbled jaw. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I don’t understand this woman I’ve become, and how I can want you and Darial and Ronyn so much so soon.”
“It’s the power of fate and magic,” I whisper, gently rolling her nipple so her eyelids flutter with pleasure. “Don’t try to resist it, my queen. Let the desire flow through you. It is your gift as much as it is ours.”
Beneath the water, she wraps her small, soft hand around the thick heft of my ridged cock, gasping as it twitches.
“How does this fit inside me?” she asks with wonder.
“Your body is shaped for ours.”
She shifts her hips, angling my cock to her entrance. It pulses inside her, eliciting a rush of slickness that makes pushing deeper easier. As she drops over each ridge, her groans echo across the mountain ridge, disturbing birds who flap wildly into the sky.
She is a goddess, arching her back as she takes my length, her pretty eyes fixed to the heavens. I let my head fall backfor a breath as the power rolls below my skin.
“Aura,” I moan, grasping her jaw and claiming her mouth as she bounces in my lap, disturbing the water until it laps over the side of the tub. Her breasts graze my chest, nipples catching against the black scales that bloom with my arousal. My claws burst through my fingertips, holding her hips, pressing into her flesh. Already, fire surges through me, heating the water around us, craving to explode into the chilled air.
Unable to control myself anymore, I rise on scaled legs, bringing Aura with me. My tail bursts forth, securing her to me. I hook one of her shapely legs over my shoulder, hitting deeper inside her. She’s fuck-drunk again, whimpering and grinding, craving her release. I let my tongue shift so it can slip between us and flick her clit over and over. Aura arches and bucks, then she begins to beg.
“Please, Kelan. Please. Let me come. I need to come.”
“Come for me, precious,” I growl, pinching her clit between the split tips of my tongue until she screams with pleasure and convulses around me. My release follows, sealing us together as my seed surges inside her body.
In front of me, the mountain drops off. Snow-covered rocks and trees disappear into the horizon, and Aura, with her glossy hair, striped with our dragon magic, is majestic, resting on my tail, impaled on my cock, totally spent.
But she is never totally spent. Her cunt clenches, and I release again, filling her until her belly bulges. Her runes sparkle as she squirms, seeking more pleasure.
Ronyn steps into the tub, gazing at her appreciatively. He leans to suck on her puckered nipples, and her hands immediately grip his hair. “Ronyn,” she murmurs. “Oh my god. Ronyn.”
“It’s okay, sweet girl. “We’ve got you.”
He slides two fingers slowly into her mouth, then uses them to rub her clit in slow circles.
“Careful,” I warn him. “She can’t take much more.” I don’t mean pleasure, and Ronyn knows. She’s almost full to bursting with my seed. If she comes again while I’m still locked inside her, it might be too much.
“I won’t let her come. I’ll edge her until she’s crazy.”
I watch as my friend does precisely that, teasing our mate until she’s whimpering and begging, and her clit is engorged and peeking between the lips of her pretty pussy. I stroke through her curls, relishing their softness, then over her belly, which is plump and swollen.
For a moment, I imagine what it would be like to see her grow round with our children, but it’s a stupid and pointless thought. We are the last of our kind. There will be no hatchlings, no matter how much seed we pump into our mate's womb. Swallowing disappointment that curls like smoke within me, I force myself back into the moment.
“Not long now,” I whisper. “And then Ronyn can fuck you.”
“More,” she whispers. “I need more.”
I glance at the sky and shift enough to exhale flame into the air above us, warming Aura so she doesn’t catch cold. Then my knot releases, and I step out of the water, withdrawing to let Aura gush my seed into the snow. Her eyes roll in her head as I pass her to Ronyn.
“She really is fuck-drunk,” I say. “Maybe you should make her come again but leave the fucking until later when she’s lucid.”
Steam clings to his chest as he lowers them both into the water. He lounges back with one arm draped over the edgeof the tub and the other secured around Aura. She moans, her fingers drifting over his runed, scarred torso. For a few seconds, I watch him teasing her beneath the water. Her head lolls as she comes, her runes flaring brightly. For a second, I think I detected a throb of her magic, but whatever it was is gone before I can get a grasp on it. I shake my head. It can’t be. We have shuttered her magic. It must be Ronyn’s bubbling arousal and the remains of my own powerful release that are fogging my senses.
“There,” Ronyn says, stroking Aura’s hair and encouraging her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Rest now, pretty girl. Rest, and I'll keep you warm and safe.”
Aura is radiant in the water, with glistening skin, flushed cheeks, and lips parted with lazy contentment. The scent of her arousal drifts through the rising steam like incense.
