Page 31 of Claimed By the Drakarn Warrior Lord

I trailed my tongue along her seam, a line of fire in its wake. She gasped, her hips lifting to meet me. Her folds were slick with arousal; her taste made my cock ache. I delved deeper, my tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive inch of her.

She was swollen, a hard little pearl begging for attention. I lavished it with my tongue, circling the sensitive bud, sucking gently until she was writhing beneath me. The heat of her pressed against my tongue, her hips grinding against my face as I devoured her.

"Darrokar," she moaned, her voice echoing through the chamber, a symphony of pleasure and need.

My name on her lips fanned the flames of my desire, each syllable pushing me closer to the edge.

I growled against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her core. My tongue plunged into her, mimicking the thrusts I longed to give her with my cock. She was close, her inner walls clenching around me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I pulled back, leaving her panting and desperate. She whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair, trying to pull me back. But I had other plans. I wanted to savor this moment, to draw out her pleasure and my own.

I looked up at her. Her lids were heavy, her pupils dilated, cheeks flushed with desire and exertion. She was a breathtaking sight—my mate, laid bare and eager before me. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal and the steam from the tub, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only amplified my hunger for her.

"Darrokar, please," she begged, her voice shattered from her need.

A slow, sensual smile curved my lips. "Patience,luvae," I murmured, my thumbs tracing idle patterns on her inner thighs.

With deliberate slowness, I reached for the flask of oil resting on the tub's edge. The dark glass glowed with the heat of our world. I poured the oil into my palms, watching as it shimmered in the dim light, reflecting the dance of flames from the heat crystals around us.

The warmth radiated from my hands as I massaged the oil into her skin, starting at her ankles and working my way up her calves, her knees, herthighs. With my claws, I had to be careful, and for the first time in my life, I envied the servants who filed theirs down to nothing but nubs.

Each touch elicited a shiver, a gasp, a soft moan from her lips. Her muscles tensed beneath my fingers, her legs quivering with anticipation as I neared her core.

Once I reached her inner thighs, I paused, the pads of my thumbs dancing along the sensitive flesh just inches from her sex. She writhed, her hips lifting in a silent plea. But I held back, maintaining a steady rhythm that kept her teetering on the edge but never pushing her over.

"You're torturing me," she panted, her hands fisting beneath her.

A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. "Do you want me to stop,luvae?"

Her eyes flashed with defiance, but her body betrayed her, arching into my hands, seeking more contact. "Don't you dare."

A bolt of desire shot through me.

With my claws in the way, I couldn't dip my fingers inside, couldn't spread her open. But I was a Drakarn and would not be so easily cowed. My tail flicked up and teased her entrance, the thick, muscled limb pressing against her slickheat. Her body reacted, clenching around the mere suggestion of penetration.

I smoothed my tail along her folds, coating it with her arousal before pressing forward. The first push of my tail inside was a delicious stretch, her inner walls unyielding but creamy with need. I withdrew, a low growl rumbling in my chest at the sight of her pink, core flesh glistening.

"Darrokar, please," she begged, her hips jerking in a futile attempt to impale herself on my tail.

I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, claiming her moans and whimpers as our tongues tangled. My tail delved deeper, filling her to the hilt, and she screamed into my mouth. Her muscles rippled and clenched around me, milking the sensitive scales.

My cock throbbed. My tail was normally a weapon of war, not pleasure, but the things her body was doing to me sent pulses of desire straight through me.

I withdrew, then plunged back in, a rhythm as relentless as the twin suns. Each thrust dragged a guttural moan from her throat, each withdrawal leaving her crying for me to return. I varied my pace, stoking the flames of her desire, teasing her to the brink then backing off, determined to prolong this delicious torture. Her internal stimulations wereadding an extra layer of connection and enjoyment—the pulsing of her heart, the subtle rhythms of her breathing, the heady taste of her pleasure all added to the sensory delight.

"You're so deep," she gasped, her hips bucking wildly, trying to take me as deep as possible. "I need more."

I grinned against her mouth. "Patience, little warrior. I have only just begun."

I adjusted my grip, using my claws to fondle and tease her breasts alongside the relentless thrusts of my tail. I loved the way her nipples hardened into points, begging for attention as she writhed beneath me. My own cock throbbed in time with my pulse, aching to be buried inside her, to fill her completely. But this, this was about her pleasure, about claiming her as mine, body and soul.

"Don't tease me anymore," she pleaded, her voice breaking on a sob. "Please, I need to come."

My response was a deep, rumbling growl and a flex of my tail inside her. That growl turned into a snarl as I finally relented, my tail moving in a wild, frantic rhythm, slamming into her with abandon. Her scream ripped through the chamber as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vise. I could feelevery pulse, every spasm, her body milking my length for all it was worth.

The sound of her release and the sight of her face contorted in ecstasy pushed me over the edge. I yanked my tail out of her and replaced it with my cock, thrusting like a Drakarn possessed.

I buried myself as deep as possible inside her, my cock throbbing and pulsing as I emptied myself into her waiting body.

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