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He groaned and pulled out a little, then drove back in with sure, possessive thrusts. She writhed against the vines, her mouth falling open as she panted. Her moans went higher and higher.

She was close, and he wanted to soar with her.

Her body went taut, and she screamed. Her back arched, and pleasure rippled through her like a blast of magic. Her body convulsed and spasms wracked her as she milked him.

He couldn't hold back anymore, needing to join her in a hot release. The explosion rocked his core as he continued to pound home. He grabbed her hips, pulling her hard into his final thrust. His pulsing cock gushed into her in time with the pumping of his tail. He roared his release, burying his head in her neck. The hot spray of his seed erupted from him, and he melted into her heat.

He stayed inside, just holding her as her body pulled more from him, demanding every drop as hers. Every muscle was tight as he poured into her. Together, they shuddered, bowing into each other's bodies as if neither of them could get enough of the other.

The vines disentangled from her body as he slid out of her holes. She collapsed into his arms, and he slid them both down to the soft grass under the oak grove. He held her, cradling her head on his chest and his arms protecting her. Hard loving had become the heavy breathing of afterglow, peace swirling around them like a gentle summer breeze.

Exhausted, she fell asleep in his arms. His half-lidded eyes slid closed as he breathed her name, her body sprawled limply half on him.

Chapter 30

THE NEXT MORNING, A rustling sound made him open his eyes. He glanced over to see Ryder munching grass near the oak grove as the faint light of dawn spread across the sky. A soft dew covered them along with a grass blanket.

He frowned in confusion. He was decent with trees and shrubs, but a master with vines. They were easy and took very little magic, but grass had long given him trouble. How had he formed a blanket? He turned his head, Eirwyn's warm body curled into his side.

He reached down and traced her cheek with his finger, shifting to lay more on his side as his tail had fallen asleep in the night. It tingled with awareness, and his cock throbbed at the feel of her pressed against him.

He kissed the top of her head, and she hummed in her sleep, rolling onto her back. Her black hair fanned out around them, and he pushed the grass blanket off them both. It absorbed back into the ground, but he didn't pay attention.

He couldn't get enough of Eirwyn. He sat up and traced a finger down her breasts to her navel, then on down to the cleft between her legs. He shifted, pressing softly on her legs. They fell apart in her sleep, and he dipped his head.

She smelled of desire and honey, of venom and earth. Heat settled in his groin. White hot animal longing drew him down, close enough to part her pussy and set his mouth to her clit.

She gasped, her back arching as her feet settled flat on the ground. "Wha– Knox?" she asked sleepily.

He slid two fingers inside her as his tongue kept her prisoner to desire. He teased her open, questing, conquering as he worked his strong fingers into her. She writhed against his hand, already lost to pleasure. She was slippery as his tongue circled her tight bud. He drank from her, ate her, never stopped working his mouth on her hot clit. He found her trigger and fired off short little licks and sucks, all the while pumping his fingers.

Her breathing turned ragged as he adored her. Her hands settled on the sides of his head, her fingers raking along his scales and making him moan into her pussy.

"Gods yes," she gasped. "Knox, please, I need you."

He pumped harder, wanting her to cum for him first. She panted, her breathing turning ragged as her hips lifted in time with his fingers. Then her body was shaking and she thrust up, grabbing his horns and holding him close.

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