Kissing was merely a path to release for me.BeforeFalken. All that changed as soon as his tongue slid between my lips and teased mine. Kissing was no longer an annoying necessity but something to sink into and enjoy fully. His tongue taught mine how to move in sensual ways, sending thrills down my body to harden my shaft. I writhed up against him, and he growled into my mouth, sending more vibrations through me.
The techniques of pleasure that I had collected over my years of wandering faded from my mind as King Falken conquered my mouth. All I could do was cling to him, my arms and legs wrapped around him as if he were my only source of oxygen. Never before had kissing kept my interest. Never had it teased and delighted me like this. There was so much pleasure in it, I could have happily kissed the King for hours and forgone the actual fucking.
But I wouldn't do that. At least not this first time. Getting him inside me felt like more than a mere physical need. This was both physical and mental. I wouldn't know satisfaction until I knew what Falken felt like moving inside my channel, his enormous body holding me down. I had to have that satisfaction, or I might shiver into nothing. Being with the Dragon King was already so different from any other man I'd been with, and we were only kissing. I couldn't stop here.
My tail curled around the King to flick between his ass cheeks, and he jerked against me. I pulled him closer, one hand weaving through his short hair to scrape my nails on his scalp; meanwhile, my tail went down to tickle his sacs.
Falken pulled out of our kiss, panting. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
Excitement made my cock twitch, and I unwrapped myself from him. “Do it hard.”
With a growl, the King pushed back until he was on his knees, straddling me. I sat up, shocked to find that it put my face at the level of his crotch. Normally, I'd have to bend or get onto my hands and knees to suck a man's cock like this, but Falken was the perfect size for me. In all ways. I grabbed the base of him and angled his blushing tip into my mouth. Pressing him into me so that he opened my lips, I sucked on his silken flesh. The taste of clean man and male salt awakened my taste buds. Moaning, I moved him over my tongue until he hit the back of my throat before drawing him out. My cock twitched and ached, so I grabbed it with my free hand and stroked myself while I moved over his long, thick, hard flesh.
Predictably, the Dragon King grabbed my curling horns and used them like a handle to pull me onto him. Smiling around his flesh, I went still, allowing him to take control and fuck my mouth as requested. While I squeezed and stroked my cock, the Dragon King yanked my head forward, thrusting to meet me. I tightened my lips and loosened my throat to take all of him, my sacs pulling up to the base of my shaft. It was exactly what I needed, but when my release threatened, I gave up on stroking. I needed to come, but not so soon. Pleasures like this had to be savored.
The Dragon King shoved me off his cock and onto my back with a roar and then grabbed my lower legs. He shoved them up and back while I bent my knees, taking my ass off the bed to angle my entrance toward him. His wet tip touched my opening, and I almost came.
Yanking back my legs to free his hands, I shouted, “Mount me!”
A growl rumbled from the King, and then he guided himself into me, gentle at first. The tip entered, the rim hooking around my inner muscles. Then a slow slide took him deeper. Out. Then in deeper. Out. In even deeper. Falken eased me open until my body relaxed to take all of him.
Shaking, he met my gaze. “I wanted to be tender with you, but I need to rut.”
“Fuck tenderness.” My tail slid between his legs from behind and wrapped around his sacs. “Fuck my ass as hard as you fucked my mouth.”
The King flinched and then moaned as I clenched my channel around him. “You naughty little Volper.”
Those were the last words he spoke for over an hour. Upon their utterance, Falken slammed forward. Then yanked back. Forward again. His thrusts came faster and faster until I worried he might fuck his bed right off its pedestal. But the bed held on and so did I, gripping the King's massive shoulders as he drove me back to that edge of pleasure I had neared earlier. But this time, the pleasure was a mountain. I climbed it with him, and only after I came, spilling all over myself, did he allow himself to find his release.
As agreed, Falken pulled out and emptied himself on my belly, adding his cum to mine.
I shuddered through the epic sensations that surpassed all erotic pleasure I'd felt before, and then lay there panting beneath the King, more relaxed than I'd been in months.
Falken leaned down and kissed me, but it was brief and nothing like the first kiss we had shared. He moved to the side and flopped onto his back. As he lay there, eyes closed,and breathing returning to normal, I got up and went into his luxurious bathroom to rinse myself off. It only took a few seconds to get clean under the hard spray, but when I returned to the bedroom, the King was asleep.
Grinning, I got dressed and left, stopping at the dining table to grab the bottle of wine and my unfinished plate of food. I was suddenly more ravenous than when I'd stepped into the Dragon King's lair.
Chapter Five
The next morning, I woke up refreshed and ready to continue my investigation. I packed a satchel with the tools I might need and went downstairs to find some breakfast. The Dragon King hadn't given me a tour, so after reaching the ground floor, I stopped a passing courtier.
“Pardon me, could you tell me where to find the dining hall?” I asked the Argaiv man.
His delicate, membranous wings rustled as he stared down his long nose at me. Attractive, but dangerously so, he had his long brown hair pulled back to show the sharp angles of his face. His green eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
“I'm Master Sevarin, an alchemist hired by the King. I just arrived yesterday.” Frowning at his tone, I added. “Who are you?”
“As I thought. A Volper alchemist. Master, indeed,” he scoffed. “Your mountain mixing won't help. Go back to your clan and let the real alchemists handle this.”
It wasn't the first time I'd been insulted, but it had been a while. I realized it was because I'd been traveling. They welcomed me in other kingdoms where people rarely saw Volpers, though it was mostly out of curiosity. But I was home now, and here, Volpers weren't rare. People often viewed us asforest-dwellers, similar to the Shanba. They considered forest-dwellers to be ignorant, regardless of whether we studied law, medicine, or alchemy. We weren't the ignorant ones, but I wasn't about to fight with a bigot. Nor would I back down.
“So, you don't know where the dining hall is?” I looked him over as if he were a new bug I'd never seen before. “You must be new as well. Or slow-minded.”
The Argaiv's handsome face reddened and twitched. “I am the Court Alchemist! I know where the dining hall is, but I have no intention of helping you, you fraud!” He spun about and stormed off.
Chuckling, I went in the opposite direction. As I walked, a Volper stepped up beside me. He was the same man I'd noticed the day before—the one who had bowed to me. His coloring was the opposite of mine, with his hair, horns, and tail all black. His complexion was darker too, a deep tan, while my skin was more the color of sand. It made his golden eyes appear brighter.
I stopped to turn to him. “Hello.”
