Page 31 of Fallen for the Two-Headed Dragon

“Wait!” She struggled to wriggle free. With her feet planted on the ground, she glanced down at his bare lower half for the first time. She clamored over some rubble to reach the two flags hanging in the corner. “I have to say goodbye to my family. Put this on!”

Even tied together, Rathym had to hold them to keep the flags situated over his cocks. Dana snorted and shrugged. She wouldn’t make him do this if not for her mom. If her mom wasn’t progressive enough to accept her living with a boyfriend, she sure as hell would have trouble with this.

The look of pure aghast on her mom’s face proved her point. After a fainting spell, she drunkenly thanked him for helping Dana all the same. Samantha agreed to meet at the tourist shop with Dana’s things in the morning, lighting up at the prospect of touring Rathym’s lair.

Finally, Dana allowed Rathym to supplant her from the rubble-littered ground. His enormous wings sliced through the sky with powerful gusts that shook the tops of the trees. Dana sat perched atop his left head, gripping his neck with her thighs at the spot where it dipped to connect to his jaw. At first she clung to the two largest horns for dear life, but she quickly became accustomed to the flow of wind licking her face and his steady speed.

Giggling like a child, she held her hands to either side and let vaporous wisps of cloud breeze through her fingers. His right head tilted to peer at her askance. With her arms still outstretched, she threw her head back and shouted into the wide-open sky.

“Awhoooooo!”

Rathym dipped his right head and then rose it in a swooping motion. “Raahhhrrroooorr!”

“Keep them closed,” Rathym instructed as they slid down the tunnel entrance. His strong arms landed around her waist from behind. His forked tongue grazed her neck in little wet kisses before he retreated, taking her hand to guide her deeper into the cave.

“What’s going on?” Dana giggled. Knowing how blind she was, he’d confiscated her glasses but still insisted she kept her eyes closed. It made her sense of smell seem more potent, and she realized how much she’d missed the earthy smell of the cave.

“Patience, my treasure.”

“Wow. I know it’s bad when you’re telling me to have patience.”

“Hmm.” He took her shoulders and urged her to sit. “Open.”

Rathym grinned down at her as he placed her glasses on the brim of her nose. He swiveled the soft, padded chair.

The walls were lined with bookshelves full of colorful spines. It took her a moment to realize each cubby was carved directly into the cave wall itself. The floors were lined with extravagant rugs. A stunning coffee table was flanked by similarly lush furniture, including a couch and two armchairs that appeared brand-new and ancient all at once. They were adorned with gold flourishes depicting dragons, elves, centaurs, and other creatures. Directly before her was a beautiful rolltop desk, her typewriter and enchanted quill ready for use.

“Oh, Rathym.”

Words were inadequate, so she didn’t reach for them. She rose and tucked herself into him, clinging as tightly as she could. The soft reptilian skin of his chest was warm. His hearts beat under her ear. A twitch between her legs told her he was getting turned on by her touch. She reached down and slipped a finger into the waistband of the loincloth.

“I think we can say goodbye to the pretenses of human decency in our own home, right?”

Smoke poured from his nostrils. His chest rumbled against her cheek. He wasted no time hooking his claw in the collar of her shirt, ripping it down until all her clothes fell away. Their mouths crashed together in a whirlwind of a kiss.

“I have something to show you, too,” she purred, set her glasses on the desk, and lowered to her knees.

The length of his top cock was a marvel, its girth too wide for her hand to grip. This close, she understood why he’d been afraid to hurt her the first time. Her hand shrank in comparison, her thumb at least an inch from reaching her longest finger, and that was in between the ridges. Curious, she checked the bottom one. It was the smallest of the two, with a sliver of skin still between her fingers.

Her eyes locked on a vein that pulsed from his swollen sack to the tapered tip of his bottom cock. She followed it with her tongue, relishing in the saltiness of his skin, and flicked her tongue over the bead that leaked from his slit. Because his length was so great, she had to lean forward and back in order to cover his shaft with her saliva. As she slipped the tip into her mouth, her jaw straining around it, she peered up at him from below his top cock, which rubbed its ridges on her nose and forehead.

The look on his face was priceless. A crimson, claw-tipped hand covered hers, helping her stroke him just how he liked. Once she had the rhythm down, his hand disappeared into her hair, the other going to his top cock, which he languidly tugged himself against her face, rubbing his cock over the bulge in her cheek.

“What a beautiful sight you are, my treasure.” His voice was hoarse with desire and yet steady, as if he were stating facts from the newspaper. “This is a wonderful gift. You’re so good to me.”

Dana moaned around the mouthful of cock, suctioning her cheeks and bobbing her head harder at his praise.

“You are doing so well, treasure. Let’s see if you can take more.”

He cupped her cheek and swiped his thumb in circles on the lump there. Something brushed her inner thighs and she rose to allow him access. His tail gently teased at her slick opening, her folds instantly parting. She moaned around him again as he coated his tail with her liquid and spread it all over her seam, from top to bottom.

She rubbed her clit wildly. Through heavy lids, she watched him stroke his cock right in front of her face. Against her face. On her face. He started to rock his hips into her in time to his tugging, meeting her halfway to stuff his other cock to the back of her throat, little breathless groans seeming to force their way out of him.

“I will fill you with my seed, treasure,” he said in that steady, stern voice, “and when you beg for more, you shall have it. This time, I will not spill a drop. I will breed your tight cunt until you are round with everything I have to offer.”

Even without her glasses, she could see the way he stared down at her like she was the most entrancing thing he’d ever seen. An alluring treasure he couldn’t believe belonged to him.

His tail slipped inside her with ease. She would have moaned, but his cock filled her mouth all the way to the entrance of her throat, so no sound came out. She would have paused to enjoy the sensation, but Rathym took ahold of her hair and bobbed her against his cock, fucking her mouth. Then his tail was gone, and she wasn’t even able to voice her protest.

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