Page 26 of Bred By the Dragon

Obediently Zakarion continues taunting my clit, circling it and pressing it down and flicking it from side to side. Then he dips down, sampling further into my pussy before returning to his attack. I’m riding higher and higher, heading into the moon high up above us, and I find my hands sliding up the scales of his head to the two horns above it. They’re easy to hold onto, and instinctually I grab them as he works faster and faster with that amazing tongue.

“Yes,” I manage. “Yes, please, Zak.”

He groans when I use the name and eats me harder, until finally I explode. I cry out as it blasts through me, and my hips snap up into his snout. His claws tighten in my flesh, holding me down to earth as I orgasm so hard my vision turns momentarily white.

When I’ve finally opened my eyes again, I find my dragon crouched above me, his two cocks gloriously hard. Just seeing them, imagining what it would be like to take all of him at once, I’m ready for more.

“Zak,” I say, sitting up so I can gently wrap my hands around his lower cock. “Do you think it would be possible at some point to... use both of them?”

He squints and tilts his head. “Both? At the same time?” He gives me an uncertain look, and I think maybe I was an idiot for asking. Of course he doesn’t want to use the other one there.

“Never mind,” I say, flapping a hand. “It’s silly. We’re not here for that.”

He stops me by taking my hand in his, his massive claws dwarfing me. “No, no. It’s not silly at all. I think...” Zak swallows, his long neck bobbing. “...I would like that. Very much.” Then he sighs. “Maybe too much.”

“Too much?” I laugh at him. “It’s sex. You’re supposed to enjoy it.”

“And I do.” He looks very serious. “I enjoy it immensely with you.”

Oh. My smile falls. Now I understand what he’s saying. He doesn’t want to encourage that kind of bonding. It’s antithetical to what we’re doing, and what we agreed on.

“I see.” I pull my thighs closed, which are still sticky with him. “I get it. We won’t do that, then.”

Zak frowns, so I try to distract us by stroking his lower cock, which is full and hard already. He has more to give me, and this is our best chance tonight.

“Why don’t we use this one this time?” I ask, scooting closer. Still fisting him, I rub his upper cock against my belly. Zak lets out a muffled groan, and his huge wings lift up behind him. He nods quickly, and with his gaze intent, focuses on kneeling between my thighs. One of his big claws slips under my hips to lift me, positioning me perfectly for his lower cock to slip inside.

Oh, the sensation of those nubs pressing into me is heaven. I’m still swollen up from my orgasm, but Zak moves slow like he always does, giving me a little before retreating, then offering more while his upper cock drags over my clit.

So I let him, as frustrating as it is to take him slowly. I know it will make it all the more delightful later.

His gaze is riveted on where our bodies are connected. “I much prefer this method of mating to the table at DreamTogether,” he says hoarsely, his reptilian, yellow eyes traveling up to mine. He reaches out with one claw and, more gently than I would think is possible, cups my breast in one of his huge hands. He groans as he settles further inside me, thrusting shallowly a few times to taunt me with his knobbed cock before returning to his place. I’m loosening up, getting wetter and wetter as he continues teasing me, and soon all I want is that massive swell to fit into me.

“Please, Zak,” I say, arching my hips up to take even more of him. His eyelids droop as he seizes one of my legs, rooting me to him.

“You want more?” he asks, a feral grin revealing all of his white fangs.

I nod rapidly, and with a grunt, he gives it to me. That swell pushes in, and I’m so open to him that it squeezes into me, fitting right where it belongs.

“Oh, Sammy.” All of Zakarion’s dominance drains away at once, and his brows tilt in a shy kind of affection. “You’re so beautiful.”

I open my mouth to reply, to tell him just how lovely I find him, but then he fucks that swell in even deeper and I cry out instead. He pins down my arms with one claw and holds my hips up with the other, and starts thrusting with abandon. Every time that wonderful, textured cock slips in and out of me, I crawl closer and closer to that same place up in the clouds where all my pleasure is hidden away.

“Zak!” I scream it as he shoves himself deep inside me, withdrawing only enough that the swell is free, and then pushes me open with it again. Over and over he torments me this way, those intense eyes with the long pupils staring down into me with every furious thrust of his hips. Smoke rises from his nostrils, and the faster he moves, the more of it pours out.

“Sammy,” he growls, now gripping one of my thighs while he uses me like a doll, “I’m going to plant my hatchling in you, tonight. Right now.”

“Please!” I call out to him. “Please, Zak. Fill my belly with your hatchling.”

These must be magic words, because his eyes roll back and he snarls. Then, head tilted up, nose pointed toward the moon... he releases a jet of pure flame into the night sky.

Now, Zakarion is fucking me with a feral intensity that hasn’t emerged before, burying his cock as deep as he can before yanking it back out again. With every single raw thrust, his upper cock pressing into my clit, I’m screaming. Before long, I go roaring over my finish line. He strikes again and again, howling something incomprehensible. Every pump of his cock through me, those nubs rubbing all along me, catapults me higher and higher.

Zakarion lets out another immense bellow of flame, and with a roar, he unleashes. The volume of his come is so immense that it fills me utterly full, so full that I wail and squeeze and he shivers and trembles in return, and there’s a wet sound as it’s expelled from me. Even more of it shoots out of his upper cock, painting my tits and my belly, even landing as far up as my chin.

When Zak has collapsed to his forelegs, holding himself up over me while remaining buried in my pussy, I run my finger through the puddle on my collarbone.

“If that doesn’t work,” I say lightly, chuckling, “I don’t know what will.”

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