Page 18 of A Kiss From a Dragon Lord

I smile against her neck. Take care of it, I will. I will be the only one who serves this sweet pussy. If any man or creature even dared to smell her, I’d kill them. Scorch their corpses. The monster inside me agrees.

Gliding my finger through her folds, I work her clit in tight circles. Her muscles go tight, and her mouth opens as she looks at me. Her opal eyes are hazy, lost in pleasure.

“I’ll soothe you, my precious one. I know just what you need.”

“Please,” she begs.

My tail comes out of the water and gently pushes at her shoulders, urging her to lay back on the stone floor. The blue lights around us cast her wet body in the most beautiful glow. Like this, she is a feast I plan on devouring.

But I need my Anwyn to know what this means. If I have her this way, no one else ever will.

“Are you going to let me lick your cunt, my Anwyn?” She nods her head furiously.

“I’ll be the only one who’s ever tasted you, isn’t that right?” Again she nods, too consumed with the need to come to answer. “No one else will ever see your pussy. Or I’d have to kill them. Wicksome wanted you, wanted my treasure, and I killed him. I’d do it to anyone who covets what’s mine. Do you understand, my precious one? You are mine. Mine to keep, mine to protect, mine to fuck.”

“Yes,” she says. “I only want you. Taste me. I ache for you.”

“I want you to soak my face. Cover it in your come.” I lean down, smiling against her wet flesh. “Then I’m going to make you lick it off of me.”

Anwyn screams as my tongue parts her folds. Her cunt is so pink and pretty, glistening in the glowing lights. Using my hands, I gently pull her folds apart to see all of her. I run my tongue from her asshole to her clit, and she squirms.

Holding her open like this, I spit into her entrance, watching the saliva pool there. Soon my seed will run out of this hole, but not yet. Tucking my claw just inside her, Anwyn moans. My blood is on fire, rushing in my veins as her cunt grips my finger.

“You’re so tight, my precious one. Going to have to go slow at first, but you’ll take my cock, won’t you? I’ll just have to make sure my Anwyn is soaking wet first.” I laugh as more of her arousal soaks my hand. “That shouldn’t be a problem. You’re soaking me now.”

“Lassar, please, stop playing with me.”

I can’t help it. When it comes to Anwyn, I need her so worked up, delirious in her need for me, that I consume all her thoughts. That she knows I’m the only one who can satisfy her like this. She likes it too. I can tell that by the arousal seeping out of her little pussy.

I breathe on her heated skin, her calves coming to rest on my shoulders.

“Do you remember when you told me all you knew of dragons was their perchance for stealing princess?”

“Y–y—yes.”

“In all of the stories, did you ever read what happens when a dragon captures a princess he has no wish to return?”

“N—no. I don’t think those would make very good children’s tales.”

I laugh against her, licking her clit with the broad side of my tongue.

“They wouldn’t.” My tongue licks over her pussy again. “You said you weren’t a princess, my Anwyn, but I don’t think that’s true. Your pussy is sweeter than any wine and worth more than a million golden bars. Kings would wage war over you, and I will lay siege to anyone who dares come for you.”

“Lassar,” she moans, her hard nipples thrusting into the air.

“This dragon has caught you, and he’s keeping you.” I stare deep into her glassy eyes. “Now let’s see if you come like a princess.”

My tongue glides over her, sucking on her clit while simultaneously dipping into her entrance. Her hands cup her breasts, but I push them away and replace them with my own, rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her body grows tighter, more delicious nectar leaks from her, and I’m eager to lap it all up.

“Lassar, it’s too much. I’m going to—I can’t—”

“You’re going to take it. You have no choice, I own you. When I want to lick your cunt until you pass out from pleasure, I will.” I growl against her, the vibrations causing her hips to rise. “When I want to fuck you, spill my seed deep inside you until you swell with my child I will.”

Children were something I mourned, along with my humanity. But the thought of Anwyn, swollen with my child, has me feasting on her cunt with more vigor.

“Lassar, I’m—”

“I think there are better uses for your mouth, my precious one.”

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