Page 32 of Brutal Dragon King

In those warm depths of honey, I see my own reflection and see the manic state I’m in, my chest heaving uncontrollably as power surges through my body.

When I round the lowered stone that bears Mother’s crystal, I immediately swipe my crown off and toss it to the side as if it’s not valuable. With my sights set on Althea like a predator making the most important, life-changing hunt of its life, my prey seems to surrender, her eyes widening as they’re fixed on mine.

I don’t even feel the need to remind her to bow. Something changed tonight, and the ritual we performed to power up my dragon for the mating to ensure that a child is conceived tonight works its magical claws that reel me toward Althea without caring about the logistics. Unlike the other dragon shifters in the kingdom who acquired human child breeders through previous mating draws, I had to go through a special process to ensure that the oracle’s advice was enacted carefully.

Though I couldn’t care for the ritual, I felt its power coursing through my veins, turning desire into a seemingly insatiable hunger as I closed in on Althea.

She must have felt it too because her eyelids flutter closed, her lips parting gently on an exhale when she breathes out the cocktail of our bodily scents that mingles in the air all around us. When I grab a fistful of her hair from the back of her head and tug her forward, she shrieks, eyelids flying open with horror written in the depths of those gold swirls I keep getting lost in.

“Keep your eyes on me…” I drawl huskily, leaning in until our noses almost touch.

Althea makes a slight, squeamish sound, the first sound she's uttered since she arrived in the meadow of the sacred site, but one that implies that she's not about to defy like other times. This time, the sound is her surrender, her acceptance that I am her king, and, right now, her mate.

The sound calls to me, beckons my inner dragon like a mating cry that echoes in my eardrums. A force greater than my will to be a benevolent leader compels me to move in and taste the human, coasting my parted lips across hers as I drink in her exhaled breath. As the heady, sweet air from her lungs enters my airways, I become inebriated, drunk, and high as if I've just consumed a lethal dose of dragonclaw.

Every fiber in my being screams to bury my face in her bosom, every nerve-ending tingling with the need to touch her. As much as I want to sink my cock between her walls, I want to savor this moment, the build-up of the past few days maddening.

I'm a mad dragon right now, but I will take my sweet time, stifling the urge to get to the crucial part of tonight's mating ritual.

Charged by the power I soaked from the crystal ball, I rip a sleeve off Althea's shoulder, watching the way it slips off toreveal one voluptuous breast. When the passing wind whispers across her exposed flesh, I notice how her fine hairs prickle and goosebumps erupt across her skin. The light sensation pools on one blushed nipple, erecting the bud, and I'm made aware of just how sensitive the human is.

She doesn't have the tough skin of a dragon shifter, but the fragile flesh of a frail human. Somehow, the trait of a weak being is what drives my hunger for her. Right now, she's not an insignificant being from whom I demand respect and fear, but she's a vulnerable creature from whom I intend to unleash my power and relish in watching her squirm beneath my every touch.

“Turn over…” I rasp against her lips, delighting in the way her bottom lip quivers with response before she moves and does what she's told. Her throat works as she gulps, compelling me to grab her neck and spin her over when she takes too long to heed my demand.

I know I have her right where I want her, sensing her compliance in the single kiss we shared yesterday. She may throw verbal defenses at me, but her body betrays her insolence. Using it to my advantage, I decided to fight the need to kiss her just yet. I press a hand on the small of her back, coercing her to lean over the stone before peeling off the rest of the robe.

Glorious… I lament internally when her supple mounds reveal themselves from behind the sheer robe when they pool at her feet. Althea shudders on a shiver, bracing her palms on the stone in front of her. Her luscious, full curves from behind are a sight to behold, and I take a moment to let it sink in that the beauty I was hypnotized by is truly in the flesh now that she's exposed before me.

Dragging one finger down the length of her spine with force, I mold her to my will, her back arching perfectly as her rear juts out. My cock twitches in the confines of my boxers, no longer having enough room as my erection is at its ripest, twitching with the need to push myself between the crack of her ass and enter the cavity of her womanhood.

Holding myself back, I instead give in to the urge to punish her for her previous defiance. That's why I haven't rewarded her with the one thing I know will make her pliant—a kiss. I'm punishing myself, but this part is rewarding for me.

Since I'm a greedy dragon king, I indulge in the sight of her flesh turning a bright shade of pink when I slap one mound with a powerful thrust of my hand. She shrieks in surprise, bucking forward from the impact, and I notice the way she clamps her thighs shut in response to the slap.

Becoming insanely manic by her reaction as she breathes slowly and purposefully now, I grab her by the shoulder and spin her over to face me. My breath is stolen now when I come face to face with the extent of Althea's beauty in all its glory, realizing I wasn't wrong for being mesmerized by her allure from the moment I laid eyes on her.

When I inhale again, the air that fills my lungs carries with it a predatorial groan almost as primal as the ones that were drumming my chest during the ceremony of fire. I take a step back, drinking in the sight of Althea's overflowing curves, my fingers tingling all over again.

This time, I can't hold myself back, and grab the back of her neck, crushing my lips to hers in an explosive, feverish kiss that makes my cock ache with the craving I have for her body. The delicious swells of her curves are soft and pliant against my strong, firm form, molding to me like a second skin.

She moans on the kiss, letting whatever resistance she might have had dissipate as she arches into me. Hungrier than ever for her, I hastily remove my mantle and everything obstructing my path into zenith while keeping our lips locked in a ravenous kiss.

Drinking in her moans, my cock is finally freed when I tear my shorts off, flinging them somewhere behind me and freeing my hands to explore her ample, supple curves. She feels heavenly between my hands, and I grab the mounds of her ass, pulling her into me while I devour the sweetness of her tongue.

My rigid cock is buried in the softness of her belly, enticing me into plunging into the depths of her being and filling her with all I have to give in my full, hanging scrotum. The heaviness of my seed is what spurs my hastiness, but it’s the indulgence of every other sense that has me kissing her deeply, passionately, carding my fingers through her hair, and pulling her even closer.

I just can’t seem to get enough of the human…myhuman, who writhes her tongue against the dominance mine as I explore the cavity of her mouth, swishing and swirling and amalgamating the boldness of my saliva and the sweetness of hers. It’s intoxicating, and I crave more like I’m addicted to the taste of her.

But there’s something else I must taste. For a moment, while our tongues are twisted and dance on pleasure, I have a passing thought that this will be our first and last time together. We despise each other, and we’re both riding the wave of the mating ritual in which our energies collided, and now we cannot resist the passion that we’re caught in.

It won’t last forever, and for the consummation of the mating ritual, I must ensure that I’ve done everything I’ve been fantasizing about since the day I laid eyes on her.

The taste of her mouth is addicting, but I simply crave more. I’ve already determined that I’m a greedy beast, and that monstrous need comes out tonight. While I clamp my teeth on her bottom lip and graze it to the symphony of her unsteady groan, I slip a hand between our bodies, my middle finger meeting the honey pot between her thighs.

A shaky breath leaves my lips when I pull from the kiss, focused on the copious amount of slick that drips on my finger when I touch her slit. Soaking wet and ready for me, I scoop up a considerable amount of her arousal on my finger, then lift my hand between our faces.

Her eyes swell with wonder, her cheeks tainting with a bright shade of pink, resembling the way her ass cheek turned crimson from my palm. Again, I’m moved by the richness of her beauty, unable to stop myself from taking a moment to admire her face, staring into her eyes that pull me in and turn my inner dragon wild.

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