Page 76 of Monsters of Air

He stopped just as the tip of him teased at my entrance. I whimpered as he lowered me further, his cock pushing further inside of me, stretching out my entrance. Zilon steadily pushed himself inside of me. My pussy burned as he pushed further inside, stretching me so much that I was breathless.

This was so much more than the spines that lined their backs, so much more of him. I gasped, near screaming, as the pressure in my stomach grew more uncomfortable.

But I wanted more. I squeezed him, needing to feel every part of his foreign cock as it filled me.

“Rayna,” Zilon warned.

“Please,” I gasped out. I needed him deeper, all the way in until he was so far inside of me that I thought he’d break me.

My begging did him in. I felt the change, as if something in him snapped. He pushed me down the rest of the way as he lifted his hips.

I lost my ability to breath as he fully sheathed himself inside of me. Then he pulled me up slowly only to slam me back down on him. I cried out, gripping his shoulders. My core burned hard for him, pleasure spreading through all of me as Zilon found the pace he liked and kept pumping into me.

The burning quickly receded into pure pleasure as Zilon rubbed the length of himself against my inner walls, finding all the right spots to cause me to clench him tightly. I didn’t want to let him go and he knew it too by the chuckle that came out of him.

“So tight. Fuck, Rayna.” If I thought his cock was big, it pulsed inside of me, only growing bigger, stretching me more. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him as he thrust against me.

Our bodies grew slick with sweat as the air around us bubbled from the heat. It felt like we were on fire, nothing around to stop us from boiling over. My pussy spasmed, clenching around him as I reached my peak. Tension tightened through me completely, making sure Zilon knew I was about to explode.

“Yesss,” he hissed out, biting my shoulder, sending a new sensation through me. It sent me over the edge and I came hard, screaming out my pleasure, writhing against him as he pumped a few more times as my pussy clenched onto him.

Something in him inflated, stretching inside of me as he roared his release into the night. I joined him with my own scream as I came again, my walls clenching at him desperately, my insides growing impossible hot as he came.

I turned into goo, hanging onto Zilon. Slowly reality came back to me, reminding me that we were in the woods fucking. I tried to pull away from him, but Zilon’s grip tightened on me.

“Zilon?” My voice was wispy as I tried to get him to let me go. I wanted to put distance between us, but at the same time wanted to stay exactly as we were, enjoying the intimacy.

“Not yet. Can you feel it?”

Feel it? I tried to move and realized I was locked to him, almost like how I was locked to his dragon form. I wiggled again, noting his cock still inside of me.

“My knot,” he moaned. I tried to process the position we were in and the fact that I was practically glued to Zilon.

“If you keep moving, you’ll only make me hard again,” he warned. “Sit still and we’ll be able to separate soon.”

“If I moved?” Feeling like teasing him, I shifted again.

He groaned. “Rayna. Stop.”

“But what if I wanted to go again?” I asked breathlessly.

“You want to? You aren’t worried?”

“Worried about what?” I shook my head as I touched his damp hair. How could I be scared of something that felt so damn good. My body still felt like goo, and I knew it’d be impossible for me to stand on my own. My legs wouldn’t allow for it.

I moved again and Zilon groaned. He growled out, “I warned you.” Then he began moving his hips, drawing out a moan from me. “You better prepare yourself,” he said. Then he proceeded to prove to me why I should have left it alone.

Frankly, I loved every second of it as he filled both of us up with pure pleasure throughout the night. I didn’t want to let him go and his cock didn’t want to let me go either.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Zilon silently led me back to camp as the sun came up. We managed to spend the night together, alone, and it was the most peace I felt in days. While all I wanted to do was fuck him all night, he held restraint and after the first few times, he settled me in and held me close, sharing his warmth, forcing me to pass out with exhaustion as everything caught back up with me.

I was scared the next morning would be awkward, but all I sensed from him was his pleasure and how content he was with everything.

I smiled, squeezing his hand. He squeezed back, giving me a look that said he’d be more than happy to slam me against the tree and to slam back into me. The emotions that radiated from him were just as strong with that need.

I bit my lip, trying to hide the excitement that bubbled inside of me at the thought. I really liked how hard I got to ride him, feeling him expand into me, and then exploding, sending a whirl of heat through me that didn’t stop until he was able to slip back out of me. I felt sore, every step I took reminded me of what we did. It only made me smile more as we got back to the others.

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