Page 22 of Fallen for the Two-Headed Dragon

“It has been over for a long time.” His hands balled into fists. His voice ground out through clenched teeth. “There's no such thing as closure when you live without your loved ones for three times a mortal’s lifespan.”

Dana was silent. He couldn’t bring himself to face her. Her cheery outlook was adorable, but it wasn’t real. Acting like everything would work out was impractical. He’d spent too long steeped in the truth of his grief to hang it up now.

Feather-soft fingers trailed up his back. He shivered at her touch, his muscles contracting further. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her palms splayed on either side of his hips. He resisted at first, too stubborn to give in, but she exhaled over his scales and the warmth of her breath forced him to soften.

“I’m sorry you went through that. It must have been incredibly difficult to live without your friends for so long. Thank you for confiding in me.” She kissed his scales, an apology in every brush of her lips. “I’m sorry I won’t be there with you.”

If she knew what the reckoning entailed, she would not wish to accompany him. He shifted until her damp cheek was flush against his chest, his claws plunging into her hair.

“It’s all right, my treasure. I have acquaintances there. I won’t be alone.” He kissed the top of her head, inhaling a deep breath of her scent. He would miss her greatly. Especially after the ceremony, when he would return to an empty nest. “You must prove your safety to your family. That’s what’s important right now.”

Her arms tightened around his waist. Her soft lips pressed against the smooth surface of his chest. The light touch made his hearts flood his groin with heat.

A delicate moan slipped Dana’s lips. He dipped his head to swallow it and pushed his way into her mouth to surround her tongue with his. She opened for him eagerly.

When the scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, there was nothing in the world that could keep him from watching her unravel. From filling her with enough seed that she would spend her life swelled with child if she were a dragon. He raised her dress and planted his knee between her thighs, driving her backward until she lay on the table, her legs dangling.

If she’d planned to protest, he didn’t allow it. He hiked her legs over his shoulders and kneeled before her. Her sensitive pink flesh glistened like a dew-coated lily, her sweet scent engulfing him like a fresh bouquet. He slipped his tongue through her petals, flicking her clit just to watch her writhe.

“So beautiful,” he murmured before delving his tongue through her again, pulling back to watch her muscles clench, her perfect body fluttering around nothingness, searching for him. Longing for him. Waiting to overflow with his seed. “What a beautiful sight your little cunt is, my treasure.”

Her melodious sounds rose in octaves as he again tasted her and pulled away to watch her cunt desperately seeking him. A fresh coating of slickness leaked out of her. He murmured his appreciation and bowed his chin to nuzzle his face in the sweet nectar, coating himself from snout to chin.

“Rathym, please.”

“Please what, my treasure? Use your words.”

“Please make me come,” she moaned. A dainty hand appeared before him. She sought to rub herself free of the ache, but he took her wrist and held it against her hip.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said with a cluck of his tongue. “Haven’t I always taken good care of my treasure?”

“Y-yes.”

Before the word was out, he plunged a finger inside her. Her hips jerked, sending a flirtatious wave of her scent through his senses. He suctioned his mouth around her clit and sucked, flicking the tight bud with his tongue. Her hips bucked against him as he added another finger. Her hands flew to his horns in a death-grip as her inner walls constricted around him and another rivulet of liquid heat leaked around his fingers.

“Rathym,” she pleaded.

“Yes, my treasure?”

“I want—I want you to touch yourself, too.”

He groaned against her cunt, which made her drive herself over his face again. He removed his loincloth and gripped himself, the top, most swollen of his cocks. He stood above her and stared down at her bare body, stroking himself for her to see.

“What else?” A coil of smoke escaped his mouth.

“I want to be covered in your come.” Her voice was steady now, although her eyelids fluttered.

He growled. He would much rather pump her full of his seed, to send it deep inside her womb. But there was no reason he couldn’t do both, although his body’s mating instincts wanted to revolt. He returned to his knees and plunged three fingers inside her, sucking rhythmically on her clit. Her soft moans and her scent made his cock pulse in his hand, but he did not slow and added another. He could feel his balls filling with seed, his bottom cock leaking just as much as the one in his grip, begging to be buried deep inside his treasure’s willing holes.

Dana’s body wracked against him. He could tell she was close, so he withdrew and rose to meet her desperate gaze. Without slowing the strokes on his top cock, he sank his bottom one into her in one swift motion.

The surprised bliss that graced her features made his cocks weep.

“Watch,” he commanded. Her eyes shot open just as his seed splashed in long ropes over her stomach, her chest, her open mouth.

His greedy treasure moaned. Her back arched as her tight cunt clutched his bottom cock, which was ready to explode, but he held back until the last drop of his seed painted her. Her fingers trembled as she ran them through his come and brought them, dripping, to her mouth, then back through his seed until she reached her clit. Her orgasm visibly ripped through her the moment her come-covered fingers circled her taut bud.

The sight was too much. Rathym rammed into her with a lurch, lifting her hips to reach as far inside her as he could possibly reach.

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