Page 37 of Fallen for the Two-Headed Dragon

Rathym held her against the wall with one arm. His other hand rolled and pinched her nipple. Her breath hitched, her body almost going limp when he replaced his hand with his mouth.

Moments later, she felt his hand against her ass, wet with the magic oil, which felt more like real fluids than the lubes she’d ever come across before. His tongue moved on to her other nipple, sucking and nibbling, his fangs brushing her sensitive skin.

“Are you ready, my treasure?” he cooed. Although he phrased it as a question, she knew what it really was. A warning.

“Ye-yes. Fill me.”

“Is that what you want? You want both of my cocks stuffed into your little holes?”

“Yes. I want your cock in my ass.”

Immediately she felt the pressure of his bottom cock against the ring of muscle around her asshole. The lump in her belly retreated to the bottom of her navel as he lined himself up.

“Breathe, treasure.”

She took a full breath and let it out slowly, willing her body to relax.

“Another.”

She obeyed. On the exhale, he pushed the tip of his bottom cock inside her ass, simultaneously pressing farther into her cunt.

The groan that escaped her lips was not sexy. It was carnal and involuntary, deep and unrecognizable. Rathym matched her with his own primal growl, a bestial sound that sent vibrations through their connection. He dipped down and sucked her nipple, using his tongue to press it against his fang while he held still to allow her to adjust. Even with the magic lube, her body needed to loosen to allow him inside.

When she felt her body was ready, she rocked her hips to signal him. He met her eagerly, shoving both of his cocks farther inside, the thin wall between them all that kept him from ripping her apart.

“I’m so proud of you.” His breath was extra hot against her neck. “You take my cocks like the good little treasure you are.”

Her orgasm was quickly gaining speed. The sounds she babbled were desperate, frantic. She could feel how full her body was, full to capacity and then some. He leaned in to kiss her and the bulge of his cocks rubbed against their stomachs, adding another delicious sensation. Rathym must have felt it, too, because he let out an animalistic growl.

“You’re doing so well. Take my tail into your mouth. You deserve it.”

She was beyond the ability to move, her body limp, only his strong arms and the sturdy wall keeping her from collapsing into a puddle on the floor. She opened her mouth and relished the way he fucked to the back of her throat. She loved how well he knew her. He knew she was not capable of anything right now, that she was only a vessel for his many fuckable appendages, and he knew that she absolutely loved to be his fuck toy.

The thought of him using her, fucking her holes while she was utterly immobilized, along with the overly stuffed sensation in her core, made her orgasm race through her without warning. For a moment he continued to fuck her throat, and then he retreated to allow her to breathe through the blinding contractions. Her vision went black, intense and overwhelming pleasure the only thing she could feel.

“Very good, treasure. Come around my cocks. Once you are done, you’ll be rewarded. Everything you want will be yours.” His thumb circled her clit and her body hummed like a buzzing beehive dripping with honey.

When consciousness finally dropped back into her body, he grabbed two handfuls of her ass and maneuvered them to the floor, his back against the wall, her body draped over his. The change in position touched new spots within her, another orgasm thrumming her taut muscles like a ceremonial harp. He slammed her up and down on his cocks repeatedly, milking himself with her limp body, as she gripped his horns like handlebars to remain upright.

“Very good. You have been such a good treasure. Now you will take every drop of my seed. You’ve earned it.”

Every word he spoke made her mewl, a string of incoherent moans pouring from her as freely as the praise seeped from his tongue. Although she was on top of him, she could do nothing but remain loose so he could bounce her on his cocks. He easily used her body to siphon the come from his swollen sack, through the base of his pulsing shaft, until she felt him erupt inside of her like a molten wave.

He did not slow. He held her body still and fucked up into her until a puddle grew on the floor, splashing between them wetly with his wild motions.

When the cock deep in her asshole gave way, she was already riding the conveyer of another orgasm. As both of his steady streams coursed through her, she lost connection with her body again as it was sent through another round of convulsions. Rathym leaned his head against the wall, pulling her tight against his chest. Still, he did not fully stop moving. He thrust into her with stuttered twitches of his hips while their come smacked against their skin, her body way past full.

Rathym nuzzled her neck, the purr coming from his throat a gentle reminder that was a balm to her very soul. Even when he was lost in the throes of passion, his deep, demanding voice undeniable, she knew his hearts belonged to her.

Chapter Nineteen

Rathym

On the morning of the memorial ball, Rathym awoke to his favorite feeling in all the realms.

His greatest treasure lay curled under his claw, her dainty hand appearing extra small as it clutched a long talon. The warmth her body generated was more than her hot-blooded human anatomy. It was his very life source, the pure energy of the sun, a wildfire greater than any stream of magma the Great Flame produced. It was everything. She was everything.

He downshifted and pulled her close. Her body easily molded to his, fitting in his arms like it was made for him. Perhaps at one time he would have thought that the case, he’d been a disillusioned fool then. She was not made for him, nor did she belong to him because of a silly rule a long-dead greedy old dragon had scribed in an official document.

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