Page 19 of Fallen for the Two-Headed Dragon

She used her other hand to steady herself while his tail fucked into the back of her throat, just the way she liked it. The bumps on his tail rubbed against her tongue. Her hips rocked, the slimy mess slipping wetly beneath her movement. She could feel his bottom cock re-hardening, the stiffness of it pressing against the seam of her ass, the pressure of it alone making her ride the tip of his top cock harder.

He took her cue and drove all the way into her with a grunt. The full, fist-sized head of his cock popped into her despite her body’s resistance. Their moans became a symphony with the sound of their mess squelching between their absolutely drenched thighs. He plunged into her again and again, the ribs of his inhuman cock massaging her insides. He pushed whatever come was still inside her back to the top as his thrusts became erratic.

“You are so beautiful. I’m going to fill you up. Can you handle another load, little treasure?”

“Y-yes. Fill me,” was all she could manage as she lost her ability to suck, then her ability to move at all. She fell back, one hand on her stomach to feel him moving inside her.

All of her motor functions shut off. There was nothing left of her except the gut-wrenching orgasm. She distantly and yet acutely felt the second round of his seed gush into her, the unyielding stream prolonging her toe-curling orgasm.

As feeling returned to her body, she felt the spot where their bodies were joined, where there was no fissure for his seed to escape. It amazed her that there was still so much length left outside of her. Curious, she reached down and gripped the extra length of him that couldn’t fit. About four inches of his cock remained below where her body held on to him so tightly, his come filling her to the brim. She looked down at the roundness of her belly. It should be unimaginable that she could be so full, but here she was, filled with not only his unfeasible length but also brimming with his liquid.

Rathym’s arms flexed around her. An animalistic growl vibrated their connection as he pressed his tongue to the spot he’d bit.

“You did so well,” he breathed. “I’m so proud of you.”

Pride bloomed from her core, filling every inch of her. The emotion she found in all three of his beautiful irises would’ve been enough to bring tears welling in her own, but at that same moment he eased out of her. They both gasped at the sensation of the bucketfuls of come spurting out of her in a rush of sloppy heat to join the messy pool around them and drip off the table. She felt his stiff bottom cock, hard and ready for the next round, twitch under her ass.

Rathym growled. Seemingly unable to help himself, he tilted upward and sank his freshly stiffened bottom cock back into her abused hole, trapping the rest of the warm liquid inside. She moaned, her flesh still sensitive, but he didn’t move. He simply plugged her up.

Rathym’s rested on her chest. The rubber-like spikes that crowned his head gently swayed under her fingers. His arms remained around her until he caught his breath and scooped her up.

He flew them out of the tunnel to their little waterfall oasis. The smooth rocks were cool under her feet. His breath of fire brought the water to a nice, comfortable steam.

Rathym bathed her with herbal soap. Feather-soft, doting touches caressed her skin, which somehow had only a twinge of pink where the fire should have burned her flesh. Special attention was given to the redness of her ass cheek where he’d slapped her pretty good—though to be fair, she did deserved it—and extra time went to washing her thighs.

“You take such good care of me.”

Rathym met her gaze with eyes full of adoration. “You are my treasure. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I’m glad I’m your treasure.”

She meant it. The words rolled off her tongue like breathing. They filled her lungs and revitalized her. Nothing had felt so true in her life, other than perhaps the call to her passion, writing, but passions could be neglected if not practiced and nurtured. This thing she felt for Rathym couldn’t be ignored.

She took the soap and began the same slow, affectionate ministrations he’d given her, tracing his scales and watching how the suds raced down his broad back. She ran the soap down with the grain of his sharp scales and chased it with her other hand. With every stroke against his glistening plates, she admired the wealth of hues held within every single scale. He was so beautiful, so breathtaking that it was impossible to put into words.

When they returned home, neither bothered to put on the fancy elven clothing. After rubbing her down with an ointment for the barely-there burns, they remained glued to each other as if magnetized. Dana typed while Rathym sat nearby, trailing his claws up and down her arm and reading over her shoulder. The only time he stepped away was to make dinner, and even then Dana couldn’t help but take a break to snuggle his waist.

By the time she followed him to the nest, the only reason they hadn’t come together again was his insistent worry that her body required rest before accepting him again.

“But you’ve already injected me with part of the healing salve. Shouldn’t that mean I can have another dose?”

Rathym squinted at her until realization tugged his mouths. He was in his full form, his two heads bent low to encircle her. A forked tongue slid through his lips as the other head responded.

“It does not work like that, my greedy treasure.”

“But we could pretend it does. I think I need more—you know, to ease the pain.” She wriggled in his grasp, but he held fast, trapping her like a snake with its prey.

“Are you truly in pain?”

She giggled. Of course he wouldn’t understand her sarcasm.

“Speaking of magic elixirs, should we…” She bit her tongue. Something he’d said in the throes of passion had been nagging in the back of her mind. As hot as it’d been to hear him talk about filling her with his seed, she didn’t want to actually be bred. Last time someone had wanted to impregnate her, it’d ended with an attempt on her life. “I mean, do I need to worry about having little dragon babies? Or…eggs?”

“No. We cannot conceive.”

Relief swept through her. A long, coarse tongue licked her face, then he nuzzled both of her cheeks in a Dana sandwich.

“But that does not stop my body’s natural desire to breed you, to fill you up and trap my seed inside, to see your belly full and swelled. As is the way. Now go to sleep.”

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