Page 46 of Bred By the Dragon

“You know... what would feel...” I moan as he fills me even fuller in that place that’s only reserved for him. “...really good?”

He sinks in again, and I can feel the swell of him starting to work its way through. But I’m still so tight, so he doesn’t push, and leans forward to rest his head on my shoulder.

“What would that be?” he asks in his bedroom voice.

“If you put... the other one in now.”

Zakarion chuckles, his hot breath tickling my neck. He gently pulls his hips back, so he’s nearly leaving me. Keeping the head of his upper cock inside my ass, he drags the lower one across my clit, up to my needy pussy. It’s wet and hungry for him, and he obliges me by pressing gently inside.

Those two heads lodged in me just about ruins me. My whole body goes tight, and Zak groans.

“I’ve fantasized for so long about this,” he murmurs, stroking my sides, my ass. With admirable restraint, he pushes in very slowly, asking both parts of me to open wide for him.

The volley of sheer sensation that overwhelms me nearly takes me under. I cry out as the pressure of both his thick cocks builds, and when he sinks in just an inch further...

It’s too much. I clench hard around him, and my dragon moans, even though he’s barely halfway sheathed in me. He pumps his hips, bursting through my orgasm, sliding in even deeper with both at the same time. Those twin swells are urging me apart, the nubs stimulating every last inch of me, turning me into what feels like a vortex of time and space.

“You feel incredible,” he says as he gently rocks back and forth, nursing my orgasm and letting me come down at the same time. “I can’t believe how tight you are. How well you fit my cocks. Both of them.” He presses forward, going deeper, and I can feel the nubs on his lower cock rubbing against the nubs on his upper cock through me, and I think it’s impossible to be more obscenely filled than I am now.

And then, he starts to thrust. Slowly at first, in and out in a slow, gentle motion that has me careening towards my finish again. I’m dizzy now, barely holding myself up, as he moves faster, and I think I can’t possibly climax again or I might pass out.

“Zakarion, I love you, I love you so much,” I’m moaning and crying, tears starting to stream down my face as he moves faster, and faster. “Oh, fuck, I can’t, I?—”

His neck curls down and he brushes the back of my head with his nose. “I love you, too, Sammy,” he whispers to me. “My heart and body were both made for you. To please you. To care for you. Now come for me.”

When he meets his finish, roaring like a beast and plunging both his cocks into me, I orgasm so hard that my vision temporarily goes white, and a shockwave travels from my throat all the way to my toes. I scream his name, and he groans like a pained animal, thrusting once, twice more, drawing my pleasure out in front of me like a road that never ends.

At last, I collapse, completely gelatinous. Zakarion very gently withdraws himself, and my ass is so reluctant to let him go that I whine as he pulls free. While I lie there in a puddle, he retrieves a towel and cleans us both off, then slides me across the blankets and pillows into his arms.

While we spoon, his big hand curls underneath my belly. “I can’t wait to meet our hatchling.” His claws drift up my breasts, and he gently lifts one. “And you’ll feed it so well with these.”

I giggle. “Who would have guessed?” Everything feels so absolutely wonderful right now, like liquid starlight, and I close my eyes as I sink even deeper into Zakarion and his perfect, comforting warmth.

“Mmm,” he answers, nuzzling my head. “Miraculous.”

I fall asleep like that, tangled up with my dragon, curled around our baby, right where I was meant to be all along.

eighteen

ZAKARION

It is marvelous watching Sammy grow, her breasts changing shape as her belly swells even larger. Our ultrasounds are more exciting every time as our hatchling develops, and soon my Sammy is full to bursting. She grumps sometimes about the weight of it, the awkwardness of her body, the aches and pains that accompany carrying it around with her. I do what I can, but she knows she simply has to bear it. The time is coming that it will be over, and we’ll finally be united with our young.

She’s kept her house, and we’ve paid it off through fully legal means, though she plans to live full-time at the mountain while we raise the hatchling. We still meet her friends once every few weeks, and my sheer size has finally stopped surprising them. Now we all sit in Sammy’s yard together as the weather grows warmer and shoots come up out of the ground.

“You should give us a tour of the mountain sometime,” Sarah says. “It sounds like the perfect place for you, Sam.”

She preens. “We would love that. Maybe we need to get a road built after all, Zak?”

Of course, I’ll do whatever she asks. “As you wish.”

Though she’s quite pregnant, Sammy loves to go explore the wilderness, and I often hike along with her as we search out placid lakes and ancient trees. Sometimes when her feet are tired, she sits on my back while I walk on four legs, and then I fly us home.

We’re eating dinner one night when Sammy abruptly freezes. She winces, and then her eyes go wide.

“Zak,” she whispers.“I just felt it.”

I tilt my head. “Felt what?”

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