Page 32 of Betrayed By Dragons

Positioning himself behind me, he opens the bottle and dribbles clear fluid over his fingers.

I shiver bodily as he brings them between the cheeks of my ass.

When he pushes a finger into me this time, it's sharper, the intrusion going deeper. He takes it slow, though, just like he promised--letting me get used to being penetrated this way. Before long, he can move, and he fucks me with that one finger for a few long minutes before pushing in with another. Whining, I roll my forehead back and forth against the glass, willing my body to open for him.

"Shh, you're doing so well, baby. Opening up for me just right."

"Have you done this before?" I ask, and he must have--surely.

He nods, but his brows crinkle. "But never--never when it mattered. Never with anyone who hadn't before."

His gaze meets mine in the mirror, and I can feel the reverence he has for me giving myself to him this way.

Then he pushes a third finger into my ass.

The stretch is rougher, the burn more intense, but I relax into it the best I can, surrendering to his dominance. Before long, the slide is easy enough, and the pain and pleasure start to mix in my head. I can barely tell the difference anymore. Everything goes melty and floaty, and I'm panting, pushing back into his strokes.

"You ready?" he asks.

Am I? Can anyone be?

"Yes," I gasp.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers free. More tremors run the length of my body. My pussy spasms, and I want him to ram his monster cock back into there--almost as I want him to stretch me to my limits. To take me in a way that no man has before.

Torturing me, he runs the fat head of his cock along my slit again. He rubs wet circles around my clit with the crown before dipping an inch inside my pussy. He doesn't give me any more than that, though, pulling back before I can try to rock him the rest of the way inside. I'm empty again for one breathless moment.

Then he skates his cock head back, lining it up with my rear entrance.

My breathing stops, my entire body going rigid. I'm up on my toes, trying to be good and sweet and ready.

"Exhale," he urges me, and right. I need to relax for this to work.

I breathe out slowly.

And he pushes impossibly, insanely, unstoppably in.

I cry out, any remaining air punched from my lungs. Shit--he's so huge. There isn't room in me for him to fit, but he's not stopping. Sharp pressure tears at me, but I try to open up, try to push back. Inch by inch, he invades my body, and I welcome the burn, the sting.

And then he's there. His hips meet my ass, and I'm sobbing, shaking my head back and forth, pleading his name, begging him to stop and to keep going.

"Baby," he groans, "Ember--"

"Fuck me," I beg, "Fuck my virgin ass--"

"Not anymore," he growls.

He pulls back, and it hurts just as much, but it's better, too. He pushes in again, slowly setting up a rhythm, and I'm overstimulated to the point where I can scarcely see, can barely hear.

"Perfect," he moans, "Jesus Christ, Ember, you're so fucking perfect."

"Yes, yes," I babble, and I'm pushing back into his strokes now, trying to take him deeper.

His thick cock pounds into me, and all at once, it's like everything goes to liquid. I'm falling, losing myself to a pleasure I've never known, stretched in a way I've never been stretched. Vulnerable and open to his assault, I let everything go.

He groans my name and fucks my ass, faster and faster. His hand covers mine, and I remember that my clit exists. I fumble to rub at that achy nub, and my pussy spasms. It doesn't feel possible that there's a part of me that isn't filled, but my womb still cries out, wanting more.

"Want," I beg, "need--"

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