"Yes—please?—"
"Then tell me." I lean down, brace my forearms on either side of her head so I can watch her face while I fuck her. "Tell me what you need."
"I need to come on your cock." The words tear out of her. "Please, Finn, I need it."
I increase the pace slightly. Still controlled but harder now. "You ask so nicely when you're desperate."
I reach between us, find her clit, and press hard while I thrust deep. She screams. The orgasm rips through her and I feel every pulse—her entire body clenching, white-hot pleasure making conscious thought impossible, coming apart completely.
And I don't stop.
I keep fucking her through it, each thrust extending the orgasm until she's sobbing with the intensity. The bond flares white-hot—pleasure edging toward overload. I slow down. Long, deep strokes instead of hard and fast.
"You're so fucking perfect." I kiss her while I move inside her. "Taking my cock so well. Coming so hard for me."
"Finn." She's trembling. "I can't—not again?—"
"Yes you can." I change the angle, hitting that spot inside that makes her vision go white. "One more. Give me one more and then I'll come inside you."
"I can't?—"
"You can." I increase the pace again. Harder now. Faster. Dragon strength meeting dragon endurance, both of us slick with sweat, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing off cave walls. "Come on my cock one more time. Let me feel it."
I feel her climbing through the bond. Higher and higher. The pleasure building to impossible levels. I reach between us, find her clit, and send a thought through our connection:Now.
The mental command combined with physical touch shatters her. She comes with a scream that vibrates through our connection. The sensation drags me over with her. I come hard, emptying myself inside her while our minds tangle through the link.
Mine. Yours. Ours.
The orgasm seems to last forever. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing through both of us, amplified by the bond until we're both mindless with it. When it finally fades, I collapse on top of her, barely catching myself before I crush her.
We collapse together. Breathing hard. Sweat-slicked and tangled.
I move us both so she's draped across my chest rather than crushed beneath me. She settles against me, tucking her head under my chin where she belongs.
Satisfaction. Love. The bone-deep rightness of this.
"So." Her voice is sleep-rough already. "Dragon pregnancy."
"Unknown duration. Faster than human. Magical variables." I run my fingers through her hair. "We'll figure it out as we go."
"I want to document everything." The scientist surfacing even now. "First dragon birth in generations. The data alone?—"
"Later." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Right now you rest."
"Bossy."
"Dragon." As if that explains everything.
Maybe it does.
Silence settles over us. The kind that comes after good sex and better conversations. The kind built on certainty rather than uncertainty.
My hand finds her belly. Flat still. But I can feel it through the bond. The presence of our child. Small and growing and absolutely real.
"The Brotherhood will help if you're pregnant." My voice rumbles in my chest. "Expanding the cave. Preparing. This child would have an entire community invested in their survival."
"If I'm pregnant." She keeps the qualifier even now. Her hand covers mine. "I need to verify first. Build certainty from data."
