Page 12 of A Kiss From a Dragon Lord

“I—” Anwyn lets out another moan. This is my opportunity to show her what I can provide her, I will not waste it. She is not pushing me away, and that strengthens my resolve.

“Will you let me help you sleep, my Anwyn?” I whisper near her ear. She shivers and turns so that our eyes meet. There is so much swirling in her opal irises, different emotion warring there. I wait for her answer, my heart continuing to pound. With another deep breath, she closes her eyes and gives me one small nod.

I let out a growl and waste no time servicing my precious one.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her back tight against my front. She releases another moan as my hard cock presses more firmly against her. Leaning my head down, I run my nose along her neck, reveling in the feel of her soft skin against my hard scales. Her scent consumes me, sweet like the ripest fruits, I want to swallow and drink it down. To bathe in her essence for the rest of my days. My forked tongue slips from my mouth and follows the path my nose just made up her throat.

Her scent deepens as I take my time on the delicate skin of her neck. Licking and biting and sucking until a pink mark is left behind. The sight of me marking her has my blood pumping even faster, the fire inside of me growing even hotter. Anwyn’s plump lips puff open, and my mouth seeks to claim them, but not yet. I need to savor her; if I taste her now, I won’t be able to control myself.

My clawed hand skims over her stomach and up her chest. I feel her pounding heart as my fingers slip just inside the top of her shift. I wait for a moment to see if she protests, but when she continues breathing heavily, her eyes glassy with lust, I continue. Slowly, I slip beneath the neckline of her shift and trail along the soft swells of her breasts.

I grasp one in my hand. Her breasts are perfect, small, and round. I gently knead one while she writhes and moans, stopping only to thumb her hard nipple. I had lovers as a human, but none of them made me feel like how Anwyn does. To allow me to do this to her in this monstrous form? She truly is a gift I don’t deserve, and I will do everything to make sure she doesn’t regret this.

My tail follows my hand’s lead. Gently it creeps up the hem of her shift; it traces up the side of her calf, over the soft skin of her knee and thigh. Her skin is deliciously warm. Back and forth, it skims over her inner thighs, inching closer to that sweet spot between her legs. Already her thighs have grown damp for me.

Anwyn looks back at me, her opal eyes wide and wild.

“N—no one has ever touched me there,” she says breathlessly. My snarl is ripped from my lips. My Anwyn has saved herself for me. Even if she didn’t know she was, I’m the one who will win the honor of being able to claim her.

My tail trails up higher and traces her wet slit with its blunt end. Her little cunt is soaking wet and hot. Anwyn thrashes next to me, her moan singing in my ears. I rub her over and over again, my tail becoming slick with her arousal. Her chest rises and falls, my claws lightly digging into the skin of her breast.

“Are you going to let me make you come, my precious Anwyn?”

Again, my tail presses more firmly against her clit. Her back arches, and her small hands grasp my forearm around her waist. Her eyes are wild as they look at me, and she nods furiously. With a growl, I double the efforts of my tail. Rubbing her, gliding through her wet flesh, pressing gently into her entrance. Over and over again until her whole body is trembling.

“Please, Lassar. Please kiss me,” she moans, leaning her head back and bringing her lips close to mine.

Who am I to deny my precious one?

My mouth comes down on hers, and my head spins. Her lips are full and soft as they gently press against mine. She holds on to my arm tighter as she sighs, my tail never ceasing its movements between her legs. My other comes up to cradle her head, my scales snagging in the long tresses of her hair. Anwyn gives a surprised gasp as my tail nudges her entrance again.

I take that small opportunity to taste her fully.

My tongue licks over the seam of her lips as they open slightly. Rolling her gently onto her back, I devour my sweet Anwyn. Her body is small beneath my own frame, reminding me to be gentle with my precious one. Her mouth opens for me, and I sweep my tongue inside. Hers is tentative as it tangles with my own, her sweet taste amplified.

Her legs fall on either side of me as I settle between them. The delicious heat from her pussy warms my cock through my pants. I grind against her, swallowing down each moan she gives me. Anwyn’s small hands glide up my back, sinking into the muscles and scales there.

“Lassar,” she slurs, “please, I need more.”

“Then I’ll give you more, Anwyn.” My tongue licks up the side of her neck, its forked end tickling her ear. “I’m the only one who will satisfy this pussy. This is what you need from me, isn’t it? To take care of the ache between your thighs.”

“Yes!” she cries, her pupils blown wide with pleasure.

My hips drop down as I grind against her mercilessly. Her arousal soaks through my pants as I dry-fuck her over and over again. Soon she’ll be wrapped around my cock, where I can spill my seed inside her. Marking her as mine from the inside out.

I return to her pink lips for a moment before my hands tangle in the neckline of her shift. With one tug, her breasts are freed, and I go to claim nipple with my mouth. I pull my hips back slightly and let my tail press firmly down on her clit. Her legs tremble as they lock around my hips. I continue biting and sucking her breasts. A lock of golden hair sticks to her sweaty forehead.

“Lassar, I’m going to—” Anwyn lets out a scream that echoes in the cave around us. Moisture rushes from her pussy, and my tail is there to gather as much of it as it can. Her pussy clamps gently around the tip of it while she rides out her orgasms. I look down at her breasts, covered in my marks, and my chest glows with pride.

She is mine. She was always mine.

Her legs drop from around my waist, her eyes are wild, and a delicate sheen of sweat coats her body. I stare into her brown eyes as I bring my tail to my lips and lick her come off of it. Sweeter than any wine. More color rises to her cheeks, and she tries to duck her head. Leaning down, I kiss her again, sharing her taste with her.

“Beautiful, my Anwyn. You taste like the sweetest fruit.” I brush some blonde hair off of her brow. “Never hide from me, not after your little pussy just came all over my tail.”

Her face warms even more.

“Lassar, that was…there are no words for it.”

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