“I have spent the occasional night in a pleasure house with females of different species.” Dalox’s burning eyes are fixed on mine. “All Sarkarnii warriors do when they are young. But most Sarkarnii only rut for their true mate, and I am one of them. My cock has never been inside another female.”
My great big dragon is a virgin?!
“How do you know it will…fit?”
“My cock will fit inside you, little mate,” Dalox rasps. “My seed will ensure easy passage.”
I stare at him, not knowing what he means. He lifts his thumb up to my lips.
“Open,” he commands, and I do as he says.
Dalox presses his thumb against my open lips, and a sweetness flows over my tongue.
“Take my seed, my Gillian,” he says.
I lick at my lips, the salty sweetness lingering for a moment as a heat blooms through me, burning in my chest and then descending down and down until my core is on fire.
“What…?”
“Let it take you, make you ready for me,” Dalox murmurs, his lips over mine, his hands at my hips, lifting me up and up until I feel the broad head notch at my entrance.
“I don’t…It can’t…” I say as I feel a pulse between my thighs.
He is absolutely huge. There is no way…
I pulse again, and he breaches me, stretching me so wide it is almost, almost painful.
“I am…inside you,” Dalox says, his eyes wide.
I continue to inch down and down. With every move, the stretch is less uncomfortable and more pleasurable.
“I am buried you,” he growls. “We are joined.” He gazes down and I follow where he is looking.
I am obscenely stretched around him, so wide I can’t believe it is possible, but it is true. His beautiful golden scales, glittering with red and which extend over his cock, make what is impossible look so pretty between us, our combined juices glittering in the light.
While he marvels at his first time, I marvel at what my body can take. I slowly lift myself up, sliding over every single node and ridge he has, gasping at how they feel, how each one somehow presses exactly on the right spot inside me. Dalox groans and murmurs something incomprehensible before I drop back down.
“Mate,” he says, his voice filled with velvet darkness. “I do not think I can hold.”
The heat between us is rising, I don’t think I can hold much longer either, my core pulsing, convulsing over him and making his eyes roll in his head.
“Do what you have to…” I put my forehead against his. “But I can’t get pregnant. You can’t come inside me.”
“I have to hook you to fill you, little mate, and I will only do so when you beg me.” Dalox stares directly into my eyes, his hand behind my neck. “Only when a female is hooked can she be filled with a sarkarnling.”
I raise myself up once more, feeling every ridge scraping my insides.
“I can fill you, but I will not hook you. It is the only way you can bear my young.” He grips at my waist and bodily lifts me up as he gets to his feet, spinning me to face the wall.
I wrap my legs around him as he withdraws and drives himself deep inside me with a chest shattering groan of pleasure.
“If that is the only way you can get me pregnant…” I moan, because right now my body is telling me all the things I should not be listening to, in that it wants him, it wants everything he has to give me, and it is prepared to take the consequences.
“It is the only way to breed a female,” Dalox gasps, his head buried in the crook of my neck. “My seed cannot penetrate any other way.” He increases his thrusts, pinning me against the wall as he slides a hand under my thigh in order to go deeper still.
As the ridges on his cock hit my g-spot, I convulse over him, my channel clamping down hard over his cock, making him groan my name. But I cannot stop myself, I cannot stop what is washing over me like a tsunami of pleasure and desire.
The volcano which erupts from him as my orgasm runs riot through me is incredible. The white heat of his cum is so intense it tips me further into the abyss of pleasure. Dalox groans as histhrusts become irregular. He is heaving, overwhelmed, shaking hard as I am unable to speak or make any sound at all.
