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And then he felt it. Rowan’s cock sliding back and forth inside him without ever pulling out. Like it was contracting and expanding to glide through Milo’s channel without ever leaving him.

It felt right.

It felt so right.

Rowan answered Milo’s roar with his own, the thunderous noise echoing through the sky and telegraphing to everyone that Milo was his as his cock continued to piston inside of him in maddening undulations.

His body seemed built to take it though. This exact size. This exact cock. Milo’s dragon was made for Rowan’s.

“Rowan, fuck me harder,” he said, the dragon unlocked within him demanding it.

The tiny spikes stretching his rim started pulsing in time with the slides, prickling against his sensitive hole. Milo cried out, calling Rowan’s name as new pleasure overwhelmed him.

Claws slashed and cut and hurt, but all Milo could sense was Rowan. Around him. In him. Taking him. Claiming him.

Taking him away from everyone.

His own cock was a mystery to him. It didn’t feel the same as before. He felt it trapped between their bodies, more sensitive than ever before, but he didn’t want to touch it. He didn’t want to look.

He was reduced to a whimpering, shivering mess in Rowan’s arms. Fucked and loved, suspended above everyone and everything else.

And then they dove. The air pressure forced them tighter together as their wings tucked in, and Rowan’s cock only sped up, getting stronger, harder, stretching him further.

They hit something solid and Milo jolted on Rowan’s cock, the spikes resisting and keeping them locked tight. Milo could only whimper, mouth open and panting.

Vaguely, he realized they weren’t outside anymore. He felt walls close around them. The softness of a bed under them.

Rowan’s scent was overwhelming, billowing up, and Milo’s slitted gaze was singularly focused on the massive dragon on top of him, breeding him full, mating them forever.

Rowan rocked his hips with a low growl, forcing Milo farther up the bed, stuck on his cock and unable to resist. Things crashed to the ground because of their combined wingspan, but neither paid them any notice as Rowan leaned down with all his massive teeth exposed and bit him back for the first time. Right at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

Milo’s world blacked out as a supernova went off inside his brain.

I’m his.

Milo howled his pleasure, his claws scraping down the scaled arms planted on either side of his head. He got a wisp of pleasured smoke curling up from where Rowan was biting, and tasted cinder and desire as Rowan’s cock pulsed and thrust, pushing him closer to the edge.

He clenched and rolled against Rowan, chasing his mouth, chasing his cock, chasing everything this dragon was.

The frantic movements made Rowan growl and unlock his jaw, holding Milo by the shoulders as he thrust wildly and animalistically.

“Love you!” he heard Rowan cry out as he forced them to the peak, sparks flying.

Milo thought he could feel and hear steam where their bodies connected, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

“Too” he managed as Rowan’s cock expanded forward one more time, brushing something inside him and making him explode.

Milo howled, spraying come between their bodies and shaking as Rowan emptied inside of him, pulse after pulse filling him until Milo felt like he’d burst. Rowan kept them locked together to make sure nothing escaped, growling softly in satisfaction as he began nuzzling and gnawing at him.

His cock was still moving softly, massaging his insides and making sure Milo twitched with every aftershock.

Mate, Milo thought before blacking out. This is my mate.

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Milo

So this is what the inside of Rowan’s bedroom looks like, was Milo’s bleary but ecstatic thought as he came back to consciousness freshly fucked and with a whole new outlook on life.