“Yes, My Queen,” I purred and lifted her under her ass. I draped her legs around me and she wrapped her arms around me and devoured my mouth. I kissed her that way for a while, never more satisfied in my life by just a kiss before I brought her over to the couch and set her on her feet. “Let me undress you and give you relief.”
She shivered. “Do it and impress me or you won’t have me.”
I moaned and almost came in my pants. There wasn’t—fuck, she was magnificent. I slowly undressed her and kissed every inch of her skin as I did. She was shy revealing the areas she was clearly self-conscience about, but… I liked that too. The mix and balance from her were like the best perfume of pheromones for my dragon.
But it was also more than that. She’d been training. To some species that would be gross and they’d think she should shower first.
To a dragon? Oh no, her scent was what turned us on. She’d worked hard and that was a woman we wanted to “mate” with.
She also smelled like victory even if she was frustrated and had come to me so upset. So it had been a challenge, but she’d won in the end.
But obviously with a cost to herself.
I sat her on the couch and pulled her to the edge of it. No reason she shouldn’t be comfortable while I enjoyed my favorite treat.
“You’re starting there?” she hesitated, not seeming against it but also… Curious?
Then I remembered the drama and issues about her breasts. I glanced at them and then up at her. “They are amazing. Beyond—all I’ve heard from other female dragons I know is their jealousy. I have…”
She sat up frowning. “What?”
I licked my lips and decided if she could open herself to me, I could too. I cupped her face and brushed my lips over hers. “It’s not you. I have—it’s—”
“You’re safe with me too, Joris,” she whispered, warming me in a way I wasn’t used to.
“I can’t get hard unless I’ve got pussy on my lips,” I confessed. “No matter how aroused or excited. It’s like… I just can’t.”
She tried to hide her reaction and I braced for the revulsion or rejection I was so used to. There was sadness, but shock filled me when it stemmed completely from how hard that must have been for me to deal with.
But then that cute confusion came back. “Can I ask how we’re going to have sex if you can’t be hard unless you’re pleasing me orally?”
She was too much. She really,reallywas too fucking much.
“No, I mean—I need your juices on my tongue, My Queen,” I purred. “I need to taste you to get hard and then I’ll stay hard, that taste—it’s the key that turns the ignition on.”
“Oh,oh,” she breathed, her eyes filling with heat. “That’s… Interesting.”
More than that. She fuckinglikedit. A man who was so into her body and desire that he couldn’t get off unless it was about her.
Fuck, she was perfect for me. I wanted to curse the gods that she was born of a life I couldn’t fit into, but that was for another time.
Right then, it was about us being together and me giving her what she needed.
Another kiss and some attention on the best fucking breasts I’d ever loved on and then I tasted paradise. Kissing her thick thighs revved me up, but when I tasted the ambrosia of her juices, I was instantly rock hard.
And I wasn’t even a rock dragon. I was a medicinal dragon, which came in handy often.
Especially when I wasn’t a small dragon.
Anywhere.
Sagan liked her clit to be sucked on and one leg over my shoulder. She was rough with my hair but apologized when she was, losing control in a way that was ego-pumping. All I wanted was her to fully come apart with me.
She also like my long, thick fingers in her, whimpering and demanding I go deeper, give her more, give hereverything.
So I did. I ate out my gorgeous queen once, twice,threetimes back to back until she couldn’t take anymore and needed a break.
I gathered her up and held her on my lap as her body twitched with aftershocks and she tried to calm down. I stroked her hair and made it clear that I had her, no matter what was going on—in this room or outside of it.
