Page 33 of Brutal Dragon King

As she bites her bottom lip, the movement is faint but noticeable when her eyes flit to my drenched finger. I hold her gaze and slip the digit between my lips.

I’ve never tasted anything like it. There’s no trace of bitterness or saltiness in her slick, only tooth-aching sweetness that stirs my inner dragon as it purrs inside my head, licking its lips as I lick mine and become more ravenous than ever. My cock twitches against her belly as if signaling for me to dive in. With the taste of her on my tongue, I’m driven into madness as I grab her neck in the vice-grip of passion and push her back until she’s up against the stone table.

She gasps sweetly, eyes bewildered by my forcefulness, but there’s no fear evident there. I’ve never seen fear in her eyes before, and right now, it’s thrilling that I can push her limits, just as she’d pushed my buttons ever since she arrived.

It’s not fear, but innocence in her eyes that draws me toward her, pulling me in like a magnet to my dragon. It’s that innocence I saw when I first stumbled upon her in the village before the day of the reaping, and I’ve been restless over those doe eyes ever since, not forgetting that she’s just a human.

Her innocence stems from the humans not being able to stand up against the dragon shifters, yet, somehow, Althea has always managed to stand up against me.

Will she do it now, too?

“Tell me you want this…” I order in a husky tone as I lean in, my hot breath fanning her face and igniting her cheeks into a soft flush while my hand smothers her neck.

Controlling her breathing with the palm of my hand, I feel her throat working as she gulps, her doe, golden eyes focused on mine. She hesitates to respond, a squeak leaving her trembling lips. I notice the pendant dangling from her neck, and for a split second, I want to ask her about its significance. I retract that thought, bringing my eyes back to hers.

Curiosity about the human might be another weakness, and already, her being here, under my command, is enough to drive me wild without any form of better judgment.

It’s not that I want or need any. I just need her.

“Tell me…” I rasp, staring ferociously into her eyes so that she knows I’m deadly serious, and won’t accept any insolence from her. Gripping her neck even tighter now, I lean in until our noses almost touch.

“Speak, human,” I persist, and finally, she lets out a long exhale.

Her voice is timid when she stammers, “Y-yes…”, and that’s all I needed for my inner dragon to turn rapid, sensing her acceptance for the first time since all she’s been doing is defying me.

The single word is all I need to settle between her thighs, taking my rigid cock in one hand and lifting the gleaming tip to her moist folds. Swirling the copious precum with her warm slick, I tease her folds, delighting in the way she squirms in the palm of my hand.

“Beautiful…” I appreciate in a whisper, peeling my gaze from her eyes and looking down at my skillful hands while I work magic over her folds and rub a tight circle over her clit with the bulbous crown. The rolls of her belly wave as she breathes and writhes against my ministrations, appearing so beautiful that I release her neck and move my hand to her tummy.

“Beautiful…” I praise again. There’s something sensational about placing my hand there as if I can feel the energy of her womb calling out to my inner dragon and tingling the inside of my palm. I squeeze and knead her soft belly, murmuring praises for the beauty I can not only see but feel right now.

It's extraordinary and empowering. Just as thunder cracks in the sky, it slices through my being, the power surging in my veins that leads me to swiftly push Althea down. She's lying on the stone, spread out there, when lightning crests the sky and flashes through the mirrors of her eyes, making her appear like the source of my innate power.

Aligning the tip of my cock with her entrance, I stare into her eyes as I push the tip inside, wrestling with thetightness of her walls that threaten to push me back out. A long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips while her eyes glittered like cosmic gateways. The slow, steady insertion is only to allow her tightness to welcome the girth of my cock, and once I've buried my length in her, I keel over, palms resting on either side of her head while keeping enough distance to stare into her soul.

Her face contorts with the discomfort of capturing the essence of her virtue, but when her brows unfurrow, I pull out to the tip, then slam back into her with a force that pushes her body against the stone.

“Ah!” she cries out, the sounds she makes spurring me on to thrust back and forth with the power coursing in my veins. I pound into her, slamming her clit with every stroke and filling her to the brim. Her walls pulse against my length, the beat matching my thrusts, and she involuntarily grabs my arms, nails biting into my flesh.

Thunder cracks in the sky again, this time sending a flood of rain pattering on her skin. The raging sky's roars match my powerful thrusts, fueling my greed, my hunger, and my need for this woman as if my power is drawn from there. I roll with it, rolling my hips to match the beats of the sky, Althea's body glistening beautifully with the rain that's oddly similar to that which fell on the palace the night she arrived.

A grunt turns into a growl as I grab her wrists and pin her hands over her head, continuing the pounding as the lewd sounds of skin on skin mix with her moans and my grunts. As her moans escalate into soulful cries, her walls tighten, milking my cock through the final rounds of thrusts until I can't hold back any longer. My strokes become shallower, my inner dragon screeching in my eardrums as my vision turns sharper than ever. I witness the shift of my perspective of Althea right before I'm about to explode my seed into her.

When I do, she climaxes too, her walls washing over when the floodgates break, and she throws her head back on a lengthy moan. I grab her neck, spilling into her and filling her with my seed, instinctively placing a hand on her belly to relish in the energy of her womb that drinks in the hot ropes of semen I feed it.

My inner dragon is sated, retreating to the far corner of my mind. The powerful, electrifying moment is over, the ritual complete, and my sense of awareness returns to have me realize how profound this experience was.

I feel like a changed man, my inner dragon too quiet for my comfort. The shock has me reeling, pulling out of Althea as I stare at her face, unable to accept that this was the most life-changing experience of my life.

It was with a human. Not just any human, but Althea Waters.

I can't accept this overwhelming feeling. My body tingling and sensations heightened even in the aftermath of that passionately hot tryst. My heart pounds in my chest, and I shake my head slowly, refusing to accept or acknowledge whatever this is.

I don't bother to make sense of it or find a reasonable explanation for how I feel right now. Walking backward out from between Althea's thighs, I see the look of horror in her eyes as she props herself onto her elbows and stares at me bewilderedly.

Without a word, I reach down and sweep my mantle off the ground from where I'd flung it before. I throw it over my shoulders, tearing my eyes from Althea and spinning on my heel. Shifting into dragon form, I hastily lift myself into the air and fly away, leaving Althea behind in The Spine’s sacred site on the mountain to fend for herself.

I have to get away from her. What needed to be done is done now, and I'm suddenly compelled to leave the rainfall and fly high above the clouds. It reminds me of the first time she defied me and refused to bow, the first time I witnessed a spark of bravery in a human that should never have been accepted in the Kingdom of The Spine.

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