Page 43 of Bred By the Dragon

I hang the print up on my refrigerator using some quirky tourist magnets Sarah got for me when she took a road trip to Connecticut. I simply stare at it, tracing the lines around the baby’s shape.

Hot breath tickles the back of my neck, and claws click on the linoleum.

“Ours,” Zak says, resting his huge head on top of mine so we can look at it together. His arms wrap around my waist, bringing me tight against his oh-so-warm body. “We did that, together. And we’ll raise it together, love it together.”

A shiver travels across my body, then I spin around to press myself fully against him. My dragon. He wants to be mine, and I want to be his.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I whisper to him. I lean back so I can peer up into his face, and his nostrils are flared, steam rising up from them. Standing up on my toes, I take his long snout in my hands and press a kiss to his snout.

“Sammy,” he breathes, his eyes closing. “I want to be wherever you are. I want to take care of you and the hatchling forever.”

This makes me pause and think. I want to be where he is, too—but we live in quite different places.

“What about your house?” I ask. “The one in the city?”

With a miserable sigh, Zak shakes his head. “I had to sell it.”

That just leaves my home, where he’s certainly too tall to live... or his mountain.

I snap my fingers. “All right,” I say with a new sureness in my voice. “Then I should relocate. I’ll keep the house, of course, but maybe until the hatchling is born, I should stay with you?”

I adore how his smile shows off all of his gleaming fangs.

“Of course. Please. I would love that.” This time, he’s the one who kisses me, though his lips don’t have the same dexterity that mine do—it’s more like a gentle nudge on the mouth. “My home is your home. Everything that I have... it’s yours.”

I gape at him. “You don’t mean that. You have more treasure than a king.”

But Zak just shrugs. “What does any of it matter if you can’t share it with someone you love?”

Just the word sends a tingle down my spine, and even further to the valley between my legs. All this mushy stuff is really turning me on. When Zakarion wraps his arms around me, I suggestively rub my butt against his groin. He responds with a grunt, and his movements mimic mine. Soon I feel two objects nudge at my backside, and fuck, all the time apart is catching up to me right now.

I don’t wait to strip off my shirt. Zakarion’s head jerks up at the sight of me—and he bumps his horns right into the ceiling.

“Oh, hell,” he says, rubbing his head. I giggle, grab his hand, and pull him down to the carpet with me in the living room. When my pants are off, I find his cocks have fully emerged from his slit, and already there are twin droplets of pre-come dripping down the front. I lift my ass and bring my knees up to his hips, but Zak stops me.

Instead of fucking me, like I’ve been aching for, his black tongue flicks out from between his teeth like he’s tasting the air. He pulls my legs wide apart, exposing my pussy to the whole living room, and drool pools in his fangs.

“My Sammy,” he whispers, arching his long neck down between my thighs. He brushes his snout over the gentle swell of my belly, letting out a satisfied sigh from deep in his chest. “What a beautiful, wonderful thing we’ve made.”

That tongue darts out again, and he sniffs his way lower until his tongue is snaking around my clit. When I moan, it slips inside me and ventures around until I’m twitching and writhing.

“Zak!” I cry out.

He sits up suddenly, licking his lips. “What? What is it?”

“Please, please fuck me.”

His gaze turns wicked, and he sits up, my juices still dripping from his snout. Zakarion hooks his hands underneath me and pulls my hips towards him, where his cocks are both waiting for me.

“Someday,” he muses, using both knobby heads to brush over my clit, again and again, “I’m going to take you with both of them.”

I could jump for joy. “At the same time?” I ask hopefully.

His long neck curls down toward me, so he’s looking into my eyes. “At the same time. For now, though...” He fits the head of his lower cock into me, so the upper one lands between my legs, over my bush. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

And he does. Oh, he does, sliding that cock into me farther and farther, spreading me for his swell, burying himself in me up to the hilt where my pussy swallows all of him.

While he fucks me mercilessly, I draw a hand up to his cheek. He slows his pace as his yellow, reptilian eyes focus on me. I tell him everything with that look, every last drop of love I feel, and he returns it just as fiercely.

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