Page 32 of Fallen for the Two-Headed Dragon

His tail slid back, coating her ass with her own dripping fluid. It teased between her cheeks. Her fingers stuttered their circles on her clit when the tip of his tail breached her asshole, her body clenching around the new sensation.

She leaned back until only the tip of his cock rested on her tongue so she could allow her body to adjust. She clung to him as she steadied herself, willing her body to relax.

“You can do it,” Rathym encouraged.

“I know.” Her voice was a stranger’s. “Don’t hold back.”

With a primal growl, Rathym replaced her glasses and plucked her from the ground. He headed straight for the blankets, his tail still paving its way inside her. When they reached the blankets, he carefully laid her on her side and nestled himself under her bent knees. He caressed her breasts and kissed down her side, flicking his forked tongue over every inch of her skin.

His soft, wandering touches and loving nips and nibbles set her body aflame. Millions of tingly nerves electrified her skin. It was so tender that she nearly forgot the building pressure that was now deep inside her ass until it was taken away. She immediately missed it, a whimper escaping her that Rathym rushed to steal from her lips.

“Don’t fret, my love.”

He quieted her with a gentle caress of his tail before slipping it around her neck. Firm, but not too tight. He lifted her bent knee and held it across his torso as he guided his top cock to the heat of her need.

Before he pressed inside like she needed, a warm liquid drizzled over them both. He was pouring some kind of slick oil where they were nearly joined.

“My treasure is determined and skillful. But this will allow you to take both of me, without damaging yourself.”

Both of him. Her eyes widened. She wanted to be absolutely stuffed to the brim with both of his enormous cocks, but would it work? The shimmering semi-translucent liquid was obviously magic, so she chose to trust him and believe her human body would magically be able to allow such a wide load inside without ripping her right down the middle.

Setting the pitcher aside, Rathym slowly eased into her cunt until his head popped in deliciously, sending sparks twinkling behind her eyelids. All of her thoughts disappeared as he leaned down, simultaneously pushing farther into her and kissing the side of her open mouth.

“You are so beautiful. You take me so well.”

One swift thrust, then another. On the next, he retreated until only the tip was still inside and rubbed his smooth bottom cock against her ass.

“Oh, god, Rathym.”

He ran his claws through her hair, whispering sweet encouragements as he entered both of her holes slowly, pausing to let her adjust. Her body stretched around him impossibly. If not for the magic lube, she would never be able to take both of his cocks like this. Even with the oil, it was almost too much. Discomfort seeped around the edges of the pleasure as her poor little human asshole strained to allow him inside with another cock only a thin sliver of skin away.

A claw traced the side of her face, down her jaw, to nudge her chin toward him. His beautiful double irises held both amazement and concern as he paused inside her, not quite fully sheathed.

“Don’t stop.” Dana caught his wrist and leaned onto her elbow to peek down at the spot her holes cinched around his cocks, pulling him further in. “Fill me. Please.”

His tongue flicked out. Swirls of gold and crimson seemed to swim between his irises. He opened her palm and sprouted one lone little fire that helped her synapses focus on something other than what was going on between her legs. With one long, forceful stroke, he finally granted her wish. She cried out as the blackness behind her eyelids burst with streaks of color that continued to blur her vision when she opened them again.

If she’d been grateful for the lube before, she was even more so now. The sting of pain was gone, and all that was left was mind-numbing pleasure, almost too much to bear. She was so stuffed, so full, so absolutely past her capacity and then some. With each stroke, the ribs on his top cock stroked hidden places inside her pussy walls. Her moans came out choppy and high-pitched, but she couldn’t stop making noise.

“Look how well you’re doing, my treasure,” Rathym cooed, his firm voice dripping with syrup now. He didn’t move, only watched her adjust patiently, running his finger down her belly where the ridges of his cock were buried. “I knew you could do it.”

All she could do was mewl. Slowly, he started to move. Her head lolled against his tail as she tried unsuccessfully to keep her eyes open. She wanted to watch him fuck her ass and her cunt, but each time he plunged into her again, her eyes fluttered closed. He impaled her with his cocks over and over, holding her knee against him with one hand, the other holding her hip stationary.

Rathym was in total control. He delved deep inside of her with both of his cocks, their bodies smacking wetly against each other. She was so full. More full than humanly possible.

His tail settled around her waist, the tip of it stroking her clit as he plunged deep into her stomach, all the way up to her guts, possibly past them with the magic lube. The sensation sent her over the edge, her panted moans silencing with blinding waves of pleasure. Her body went rigid, but he didn’t stop. He fucked her mouth, her ass, her cunt, never missing a stroke even as her orgasm made her go limp.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed. Are you ready, my treasure?”

She couldn’t respond. He lifted her hips, the new position allowing him even deeper than before. Her clit throbbed against the smoother plates of his abdomen, which she could feel overlapping and shifting with each of his movements.

She grabbed his horns for support as his cocks reached so high inside of her that, without the oil, she would die from the pounding of her organs if she hadn’t ripped in half already.

He held her still, like a lifeless doll whose only purpose was to swallow up his come with its body. The thought made her body clench around him, needing to be his little fuck doll, needing to receive every last drop of his seed, just like she was made for. She was made for this, for him, her body a vessel for his pleasure and a receptacle for his come.

The cock inside her pussy gave way first. A tidal wave of his come rushed into her nonstop, but Rathym didn’t slow, even as the slap of his corpulent sack became sticky against her ass. His head reared back and he growled so fiercely it was more like a roar. He continued to drive into her relentlessly, using her motionless body to siphon every drop of come into her starving holes.

His arms tensed around her. She could feel his muscles fighting to continue using her pliant body to milk himself. She felt him draining inside of her again, the surge of warm liquid causing her body to fall over another cliff and cascade down the wall of yet another orgasm.

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