"Finn—"
"You come on my tongue first." His fingers slide into my pussy, curling brutal and precise. "Then I'll give you my cock."
Everything amplifies. His hunger to taste my orgasm drives him harder. My desperation for release builds with every stroke. The pleasure crests in waves that climb higher with each movement of his fingers, each deliberate circle of his tongue on my clit. When climax hits, it crashes through both of us—my pussy clenching around his fingers, my orgasm feeding back across the link.
Before I've stopped shaking, he's moving up my body. His mouth finds mine and I taste myself on his tongue, feel his need like a physical weight pressing down on me.
"My turn." I push at his shoulders. "Let me?—"
He allows the reversal. Settles back against the furs with lazy confidence, still in control even when he's on his back. I map my way down his body with hands and mouth, learning the landscape of muscle and bone and dragon strength.
His cock is thick and hard, the head flushed dark with need. A bead of moisture glistens at the tip and I lean down to taste it, dragging my tongue across the slit.
Pleasure spikes sharp and immediate across the bond.
"Fuck." The word escapes rough and raw.
I wrap my lips around the head and his words cut off in a groan. Reaction floods across the link—the wet heat of my mouth, the pressure of my tongue against the underside of his shaft, the sight of me kneeling between his legs with my lips stretched around his cock.
I use that feedback, adjusting technique. Finding what makes his control crack, what makes his hips jerk, what makes his hand fist in my copper hair.
Deeper.The command comes rough and demanding.
I comply, relaxing my throat and taking him deeper. His cock hits the back of my throat and satisfaction roars across the bond.
"Take it." Pure gravel in that voice. "Take my cock. Just like that."
I hum agreement and the vibration makes him groan. His pleasure builds, threatening to break his control. I work him with lips and tongue and hand until his breathing turns ragged and his hand tightens in my hair, and he pulls me off. "That's enough."
I try to take him back in my mouth but he holds me back. "I'm coming inside your pussy. On your back. Now."
Approval and possessive hunger explode between us. Then he's moving, flipping our positions with dragon speed that puts me on my back with him looming over me, all muscle and heat and barely controlled dominance.
His hand wraps around his shaft, guiding the head to my entrance. "Every fucking inch."
He drives into me in one brutal stroke that seats him completely. Dual sensation steals my breath—feeling myself stretched around his cock from my perspective, then feeling how tight and wet I am around him from his.
"Fuck." He pulls back and slams in again, harder this time. "Made for me. This pussy was made to take my cock."
I know exactly what he means. The way I grip him, the heat of me surrounding him, the slick glide as he moves. And layered over that, my own pleasure—the stretch and burn and fullness, the way his cock hits deep inside me with each thrust.
"More." I dig my nails into his shoulders, drawing blood. "Harder. I can take it."
His control finally shatters. The dragon strength he's been holding back floods through him and he fucks me harder, faster, deeper. The furs slide beneath us with each powerful thrust. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place so I can't escape the relentless rhythm.
"Mine." The word comes out as a growl. "Say it."
"Yours." I can barely form words. "Always yours."
He changes the angle and stars explode behind my eyelids. "This pussy. This body. Mine."
Images flash across the bond—fantasy and memory and promise. Me pinned beneath him like this, screaming his name. Me in dragon form, flying beside him through storms. Me standing against enemies, fire burning in my chest. Mecenturies from now, still his, still fierce, still taking his cock and demanding more.
I slide my hand between us, reaching for my clit, but he catches my wrist and pins it above my head.
"No." His rhythm turns punishing, brutal. "You come on my cock. Nothing else."
Pleasure spirals higher with every thrust. My building orgasm feeds his, intensifying with every heartbeat.
