My curvy little priestess moves under me, bucking her hips in time to my rhythm, giving herself completely.Hertits bounce with every thrust of my cock inside her and she moans and begs for more, her luscious mouth hungry for my kisses.
Mine…she’sMINE.
The thought comes unbidden, but it feels true—it feels right.Sheshould belong to me—to us, me and myDrake.
And then the dream shifts.Ilook down and see that the cock thrusting into her is no longer my own—it belongs to myDrake.Thesilver scales and ridges are shiny with her honey and it’s fully twice as big, stretching out her little pink pussy and making her arch and moan under me.
“Theron!”she begs.“OhGoddess, fuck me deeper—take me harder!Ineed you to!”
She clings to me, her voice breaking on my name as she takes everything myDrakeandIhave to give her.
“Ours,” theDrakegrowls.“Sheis ours.”
For onceIdon’t argue.
The dream crests hard and fast, my body throbbing with need asItake her over and over , fucking deep in that tight little pussy…and then, suddenly,I’mawake.
I jerk upright, breathing hard, my body tight with need and my mind still half lost in whatIjust felt.Fora moment,Idon’t know whereIam.Theforest comes back slowly—the trees…the faint sound of the stream…the cool night air against my skin…
Elowen sleeping beside me.
I glance toward her at once.
She’s still on her bedroll, turned slightly onto her side, her curls spilling across the fabric.Inthe dim light,Ican’t tell if she’s asleep or not—but something about the way she’s breathing, the slight tension in her body…
Fuck.Isshe awake?WasItalking in my sleep and if so, what wasIsaying?Moreimportant, did she hear me?
The fucking dream is still strong in my mind—Ican still half-feel her under me, her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.
Gods,Iwish it was real, even thoughIknow it can’t be.Ican’t risk changing the color of her eyes and making her belly swell.Idon’t wish the sad fate of the other priestesses on her.
But lying here thinking of her isn’t helping to dispel the heat and needIfeel.
I get to my feet and head into the trees without a word, putting distance between us beforeIdo somethingIcan’t take back.Theforest closes around me, dark and quiet, andIbrace my hands against the rough bark of a tree, trying to get control of myself.
I can’t help it—Ineed relief.
Unfastening my trousers,Ipull out my cock—mine, not theDrake’sthis time—and begin to stroke.Iremember the way she looked in my dream—the softness of her curves, the way her pussy was so tight and wet and hot around me…the way she arched up, offering herself…begging for more…begging for me to fuck her…
“Gods, baby, can’t take much more of this,”Igrowl under my breath.AndthenIcome, ropes of white spurting from the tip of my cock asIfeel myDrakeroaring inside me.
“Ours!”he’s saying.“Don’twaste it—should be shooting our seed inside her—should beBondingwith her!”
“We can’t,”Itell him for what feels like the hundredth time.“Wecan’t take her—she doesn’t want us to.”
TheDrakeprotests that she does want it—he could smell the wanting all over her.
“That’s just the curse,”Itell him.Butthere’s no explaining—he’s anAshDrake, after all.Ican’t make him understand thatElowen’sbody could want one thing while her mind wants something completely different.
At lastIfinish jerking off and tuck myself away again.I’mgladIdid—it took the edge off, and my desire has faded enough thatIcan breathe again without feeling likeI’mabout to snap.
WhenIreturn to the clearing, the sky is just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn andElowenis sitting up.
She looks like she had a rough night.Hereyes are shadowed, her lips slightly swollen like she’s been biting them, and there’s a faint flush still clinging to her skin.Sheavoids my gaze for a moment, then glances up at me.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Morning,”Ianswer.
