“Yes,”Iwhisper.“Yes,Itrust you.”
“Good girl.ThenI’lldo a partialShift.”Hegets a look of concentration on his face and his shaft shimmers and reforms.
I feel my eyes go wide asIexamine the huge silver scaled cock rising from between his thighs.Thehead is bigger than my fist and it’s already wet with precum.
“Come on, baby,”Theronnods at me.“It’stime.”
Biting my lip,Iclimb onto the throne, facing him, and hover over him with my knees planted on the thick crimson cushion.OhGoddess,Ican’t believeI’mabout to do this…butIam.There’sno other way to fitTheron’sthick shaft inside my virgin pussy.
Slowly,Ilower myself down on him because what else canIdo?
55
THERON
Gods,I’mso tenseIfeel like a bowstring pulled to the point of snapping.
Elowen is hovering over me, her beautiful body bathed in the torchlight of this ancient chamber, her blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperate need that mirrors the war inside my own soul.
I want her.Iwant her more thanIhave ever wanted anything in my whole fucking life.Myblood is on fire and inside myDrakeis roaring thatIneed to claim her, to bury his shaft to the hilt in her sweet, untouched heat and make her ours forever.
This is exactly whatIfeared might happen ifIhelped her with the curse this whole last week, and yet hereIam in the situationIhave been trying so desperately to avoid.
Fuck…this isn’t going to be easy.
MyDrake’sshaft is massive—thick with ridges of silver scale and glistening with its own magical precum.Itis a part of me, yet it feels alien in this moment—a weapon too brutal for the delicate, curvy priestess in my lap.Ican feel my other half roaring in frustration, pushing against the boundaries of my mind.
“Mate.Bond.ClaimherNOW!”
We can’t,Itell him, the internal struggle making my muscles tremble.Thisis as close as we get.We’reonly doing this forElowen—to help her, not to claim her orBondwith her.
At leastElowenseems completely unaware of my internal conflict.Shelowers herself slowly, a breathless gasp escaping her lips as her hot, wet pussy makes contact with the broad, scaled head of myDrake’scock.
The sensation is intense—a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure that arcs up my spine.Herslick folds part against me, andIcan feel the incredible heat of her core.Sheis so soft…so impossibly soft against the hard, unyielding surface of myDrake’sshaft.
“Oh,Theron…” she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her head falling back as she rubs herself against me.“Oh, that feels sogood!”
“That’s it, baby,”Igrowl, my voice rough with the strain of holding perfectly still.Andnot thrusting up into her soft, wet heat.Myhands find her hips.“Justlike that.Rubthat sweet little pussy against me.Getyourself nice and wet and open for me.”
She obeys, rocking her hips in a slow, sensual grind.Thefriction is exquisite torture.Ican feel her swollen clit dragging over myDrake’sthick head…can hear the wet, slick sounds as his precum coats her, mixing with her own honey.
The air fills with the scent of her arousal and the spicy, ozone-like tang ofDrakemagic.It’sthe most erotic perfume imaginable, andI’mafraid it’s clouding my reason.
Elowen makes a soft little sound of pure need, and her movements become more urgent, her moans climbing higher.
Fuck,Ilove to watch her rub against me!She’schasing her pleasure—using me to stoke the fire the witch’s curse has lit within her.Everyrock of her hips, every breathy little cry, is a test of my control.
I want to thrust up.Gods,Iwant to seize her hips and drive up into that tight, welcoming heat and lose myself completely.Myown need and myDrake’sdesire is a pounding drumbeat in my veins—a pressure building in my balls that is nearing agony.
But no—Iwon’t betray her like that.Shetrusts me enough to be vulnerable and open—Iwon’t give her any reason to fear.
I lock every muscle in my body, becoming a statue beneath her.Theonly movement is the frantic pulse of myDrake’scock and the tremble in my hands where they grip her.
Then, for one heart-stopping moment, she stills, settling her weight fully.Thebroad head of myDrake’scock presses insistently right against the mouth of her pussy, andIfeel her inner muscles flutter, trying to draw me in.Theresistance gives way—just a fraction—and the very tip of the broad head slips inside her entrance.
“Fuuuuck!”Igroan.
The feeling is more than intense.Wet, velvet heat sheathes the very crown of the huge silver cock, and a roar builds in my chest.
