ButI’vecome too far—Iwon’t stop now.
“I…I’lltry,”Iwhisper.“I’lltry to be open enough for him.Foryou both.”
“Good girl,” he growls, the words full of pride and heat.“Allright then—let’s get started.”
I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, still slippery from his mouth.Hepushes in slowly, and a moan is torn from my throat asIfeel my inner walls stretch for him.OhGoddess, he’s so huge!HowcanIpossibly take hisDrake’scock, which is twice as big?
I don’t know, butIhave to try.
I can’t look away from the mirror.Iwatch, mesmerized, as he mounts me—as that thick, veined shaft slowly slides in and out of my pink, open pussy.Thesight is strangely beautiful.Mypussy is swallowing him…taking him deeper with each thick inch.OhGoddess, it feels incredible!Thefullness is overwhelming—a delicious ache that blooms into pure pleasure.
“More,”Ibeg, my voice breathy.Iarch my back, pushing back against him, needing him deeper.“Takeme more—deeper,Theron!”
“You mean like this?”he asks, and with one powerful thrust, he seats himself to the hilt inside me.
I gasp asIfeel the head of his cock kiss the end of my channel.Thesensation is so intense, so complete.Ican’t believeI’mdoing this, butIcan’t stop watching our reflection—the joining of our bodies.Thesheer intimacy of it takes my breath away and makes my whole body throb with pleasure.
“Yes, like that!Please,Theron—fuck me!”Ibeg, shamelessly.“Please,Iwant you to!”
A low growl builds in his throat, and he grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pulls almost all the way out.Thefriction is exquisite.Thenhe slams back into me, setting a hard, fast pace inside me that seems intended to drive me wild.
I moan, meeting him thrust for thrust, rocking back to take him deeper each time.Thesound of panting and moaning fills the room, mingled with our ragged breaths.
In the mirror,Isee his muscular thighs flexing with each thrust…can see the way my body jolts forward, my breasts swaying with the force.Hisheavy balls are slapping against my swollen clit with every plunge, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through me.I’mclimbing again, reaching for the peak as my cries become more and more desperate.
But just asIfeel the first tremors of another orgasm gathering,Theronleans forward, blanketing my body with his.Hestills, buried deep inside me, and whispers in my ear,
“It’s time, baby.Areyou ready?”
I feel my stomach tighten with nerves, butIhaven’t come this far to back out now.Thisis for forever.
“Yes,”Iwhisper, turning my head to meet his gaze in the mirror.Mygreen eyes are wide, my expression a mix of fear and unwavering trust.“Yes,Theron.Doit—Shiftinside me.LetyourDrakebreed me!”
I feel the tingle of magic first—a crackle in the air, like the moment before a storm.ThenIfeel him change.
The shaft inside me thickens.It’snot just my imagination—Ican feel it expanding, the familiar shape transforming, growing impossibly larger, stretching my inner walls to a breathtaking new limit.
A choked moan escapes me asI’msuddenly filled more completely thanIever thought possible.Goddess, how canItake it?Thestretch burns—a bright, sharp sensation that borders on pain, but it’s laced with a profound, deep pleasure.Mybody struggles to adjust, spasming wildly around the new, massive intrusion.
But whatI’mfeeling is nothing to whatI’mseeing whenIlook in the mirror again.
Theron is gone and in his place is theSilverDrake.
He is magnificent—larger thanTheron—a powerful beast of gleaming scales and coiled muscle, but he still fits on the bed, his massive body dwarfing mine.
I would be frightened but thenIsee that his intelligent silver eyes hold the same love, the same cautionIsaw inTheron’s.Heis not a mindless animal—he is myTheron, in another form—the other half of my human lover.
I watch, spellbound, as the enormous, silver-scaled cock—ridged and formidable—slides slowly out of my tightly stretched pussy, glistening with my juices.Thesight is shocking—somehow primal.Then, with infinite care, theDrakepushes back in, filling me again with that incredible, stretching fullness.
He is going so slowly, his movements controlled, his entire posture radiating a protective concern.Hedoesn’t want to hurt me because he loves me.Ican feel the emotion coming from him in waves—the deep caring and tenderness and possessiveness.Iam his treasure, and he would never hurt me.
Tears of emotion prick my eyes.Thisfierce, powerful creaturelovesme.
“It’s all right,”Itell him, panting, reaching a hand back to touch the smooth scales of his foreleg.“It’sall right, you can… can breed me.I’mnot afraid—do it!”
A deep, rumbling growl answers me, vibrating through my very bones.Theheat radiating from his scaled body intensifies, warming my bare back.Hissilver forelegs wrap around me, not trapping me but holding me steady.
And then he begins to move.
