Page 17 of Fallen for the Two-Headed Dragon

Dana

Dana had never felt so needy.

She wanted him. Bad. If that meant she had to play dirty, so be it. The ache in her core was begging to be filled, but instead of falling to her knees to plead that he ease her emptiness, she stared him down.

Dana was not delusional. She knew she was at least pretty, her burnished bronze skin a gift from her heritage, her piercing brown stare among her favorite features. Even as she’d suffered through high school and into young adulthood with body image and friends who didn’t understand her whatsoever, she’d known she was desirable. But this assertive, brooding, sexy old dragon tested her.

His little interrogation proved he cared for her more than a pet, and his two colossal cocks were steel-straight with desire for her. So why did he hold back?

You are not prepared for me.

The feeling of his two thick cocks between her legs proved his words were likely correct. The sheer length of them was difficult to comprehend, at least twice as large as any human man she’d been with. The width was exaggerated, too. Not to mention the ridges. Little circular ribs of raised skin lined his top cock, while the bottom cock was smooth, with a tapered head. When she’d managed to sneak the tip of it inside her, the sparks of pain were louder than the pleasure. Still, she longed for him to sink into her completely, needed it more than anything she’d ever needed before.

His tail flicked beside her. Covered in the same soft reptilian skin as his stomach, the tip came to an angled end with ribbed edges only along the underside. It was within reach. She plucked it off the blanket and brought it to her mouth, licking the raised red lines, testing the roughness. The rubber-like texture wasn’t painful against her tongue. The thickness was less intimidating than his cocks and fit into her mouth without a problem. She swirled her tongue around the tip, flicking over the little ridges, then bobbed her head and suctioned her cheeks. The appendage twitched in the back of her throat. The surprising sensation made her moan involuntarily, subconsciously picking up the pace of her wiggling on his cocks, her clit nearly burning with need.

When the wave of excitement died down, she opened her eyes and locked onto his. In all three of his pupils shone a mirror of her own carnal desire, the glaze of lust mixed with a growing sense of urgency. She sucked his tail farther into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, and then pushed it farther. Rathym growled and reached between her thighs to grip his top cock and tug with an odd look in his eyes, like he’d just lost an argument with himself.

She pushed his tail farther, farther, breathing carefully through her nose. As she deepthroated his tail, she saw his gaze drop to her neck. She wondered if he could see a bump there. Wondered if her stomach would swell with him, too. She pulled it out and took a gasp of air before starting the process again.

At last, she watched his resolve crumble. Plumes of smoke puffed from his nostrils. When his forked tongue flicked out to wet his lips, little embers sizzled between his teeth.

He lifted her from the bed and carried her to a tall golden surface. It must have been made for some kind of giant because it was tall enough that he stood between her dangling knees, stroking his cocks in his hand as he dangled his tail in front of her, arrogantly smirking when she chased it with her open mouth.

“Is this what you want?” He kept his tail, still glistening with her saliva, just out of reach. “Something to suck on while I make you come around my tongue?”

Her empty walls fluttered and clutched around nothing, the sound of his domineering voice making her body move of its own accord. She arched her back and whimpered as he stroked her cheek with the ribbed edges but pulled out of her reach when she turned to capture it.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes. Please. Give me something to suck on.”

He chuckled darkly. The tip of his tail traced her throat, her jaw, her cheek, then met her lips with a caress gentle enough to be a kiss. She moaned and opened her mouth for him, glad to have something, anything, of his inside of her.

Claws teased her skin from hips to knees. He pulled her thighs wider, revealing every inch of her to his hungry gaze, like he was just sitting down for a meal of his favorite dish. She felt her folds part, ready for something to slide inside, to fill her, to thrust away at the aching emptiness in her core.

He pressed gentle kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, all the way up to the spot where her thighs met, where she needed him most. She whined around his tail as he skipped past her pussy to kiss and lick down the other leg. When he finally returned to her slick folds, she was so needy that she was rolling her hips over the table.

His long, forked tongue stroked her slick seam, parting it all the way. Although she’d seen bright patches of burning embers in his mouth, there was no red-hot pain. She moaned and quickened the pace on his tail, glad for the distraction from her growing disparity. His tongue traced her slickness again, this time flicking her clit, sending shivers through her whole body. She freed her mouth from his tail to say his name, her knees quivering.

“I did not say you could stop.”

When he spoke, his claw-tipped fingernails became searing hot, pressing into her hips until she obeyed. She set a steady pace with her sucking and licking, if only to make him return his tongue to her.

This time, his tongue dipped inside her. The surprising length of it reached inside her cunt and curved, flicking and swirling inside as though he were sampling every crevice. She didn’t dare stop sucking his tail, not willing to risk his retreat, so she moaned around the mouthful. Rathym matched her with a groan, the vibrations of which reverberated straight to her core, a ripple effect that left her with goose bumps. As he explored her insides, he brought his thumb to her clit and circled it with just the right amount of pressure.

She mumbled incoherently. Her vision went black. She dropped his tail, her hands flying to his horns, clinging desperately. Her breath stuttered, the wave of her orgasm an unstoppable force. The knot inside her stomach burst into a wild explosion that gushed onto his tongue, hot and fast like a mento dropped in soda.

Her hips bucked with the powerful orgasm and she watched through blurry eyes as he drank the liquid that drenched her thighs and his face with long gulps and moans of appreciation. Using his tongue like a spoon, he scooped every last drop of fluid from her. The sloppy noises mixed with his bestial growls made it sound like a ravenous predator was devouring their prey between her legs.

“Rathym, please.”

Deep crimson blotted out her vision as he unfurled his wings until all she saw was him, his scales shimmering with all the hues of red imaginable. They slowly beat behind him, keeping him afloat as he lined himself up with her entrance. She’d hardly recovered from her orgasm when he pressed his bottom cock against her soaking wet folds, easing himself inside.

Her body stretched to accommodate him, but it was a tight and difficult fit. Some part of her brain was cognitive enough to marvel that this was his smallest cock. She blinked back tears and attempted to swallow him up by rocking forward, but he placed a firm, claw-tipped hand on her stomach, strong enough to keep her still.

“Please. I need you to fill me.”

“You are not ready yet,” he said, his timbre deep and husky. “Patience. I will give you these cocks when your body can take them.”

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