Page 29 of King of Fire and Scales

She gave him another suggestive look, then mounted his neck the way she had that first time at the inn. Drake blasted into the air like a sudden snow squall.

The Great Mountain King sailed over the glassy mountains and rugged hillsides of his realm. He bleated to the guards with a small puff of fiery smoke to alert them of his presence. He could feel Thalia’s bare thighs clenched over his scales, driving him to the brink of insanity.

He got to the terrace outside his private chambers, landed, and let Thalia slip off his back before shifting into human form. She was flushed with exhilaration, her cheeks that precious rosy hue, when she turned to find him, utterly nude.

“Drake,” she said, panting and bright-eyed. “My King.”

Her eyes wandered his body as the rain began to patter against the stone. Drake didn’t really notice as his flesh was coated in a glossy film of heat that made him feel like the last embers of a dying fire.

She approached him, admiring him with her pretty eyes from head to toe. The king was proud of his wiry, solid form. She didn’t seem stunned by the sight of his liberally sized cock, standing at attention and taut in the misty air.

“You are beautiful,” she muttered.

Thalia put her hands on his cut abs, but the king needed more. He hooked a hand under her chin as the rain started to smash against his hot skin, and met her gaze with his own.

“You are the beautiful one, Thalia. You are a goddess I am going to worship. No need to call me king. You are mine.”

He crushed her with his mouth, and they descended into tantalizingly steady intimacy.

They had all night to traverse the universe of each other’s forms, so he explored her carefully, running his hands along the swanlike curve of her neck, then down along the round bends of her bust. They kissed slowly as the rain drenched them, with the king’s fingers fluttering along Thalia’s waist.

He held her tightly against him and shuffled her beneath the overhang to shield her from the downpour. He then ushered her into a sitting position on an iron patio chair, their lips peeled away for only a fraction of a second.

His voice was haunting in the shadows of the castle, lowering to his knees to roll up the skirt of Thalia’s dress.

“Lay back, my darling. Your king is going to make you feel like magic.”

Thalia grinned, lost in the haze of lust.

The king was as hard as the armored steel his men used during battle as he pushed the sheath of Thalia’s underpants aside. She was wet and glistening for him.

He licked her from bottom to top, then curled his lips around her most swollen and sensitive spot. Then he sucked with great skill.

Thalia threw her head back with salacious bliss.

The king snuck a hand up and through the many layers of her clothing and was grateful to find she was unbound at the chest. He cupped one of her breasts firmly, then circled a finger around the hard nub.

She was far tastier and softer than he could have ever dreamed.

“My King, My King, My King,” Thalia pleaded with him, trembling and drowning in passion. “I mean Drake, Drake, please don’t stop, please, I…”

The king slipped two fingers inside her warm opening and began to thrust. She approved with a silent quaking of her hips, her mouth gaped in muted ecstasy.

Thalia’s climax resounded through the kingdom like a battle cry.

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THALIA

Thalia could barely stand. Leaning against Drake for support, she tightened her grip on his arms and stared at him in awe.

“That was incredible,” she whispered.

He grinned, then chuckled. “I’m just getting started.”

Before she could respond, Drake began undressing her. From the way he touched her, he desired her just as much as she desired him.

His fingers shook slightly, an unexpected vulnerability that sent a thrill through her. His eyes never left hers as he delicately unpinned her hair, letting the dark curls fall around her shoulders. With a gentleness she hadn't expected from such a hardened man, he reached out and traced the curve of her collarbone.

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