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I repeat this process a couple times. Gyrating for a moment then switching back to bouncing up and down. Then switch to gyrating when he’s about to cum. I edge him as I ride, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before switching it up. Keeping him in a pleasurable agony.

It drives human guys wild, and it seems dragons are no different. Brent’s hands have not left my tits but his eyes have gone wild. They continuously roll to the back of his head as he’s about to cum but back to me when I deny him. The smile has not left his face.

Brent moans as I switch to a gyrating move again. He leans forward to a sitting position, so we are face to face and chest to chest as I gyrate on him. He places his hands on my back to hold me closer to him.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m so sorry, I kept you locked up here. I’ll never hurt you again. I promise.”

“I know,” I whisper back. Brent starts kissing my neck. New waves of pleasure travel my body. “I’m sorry I kept so much from you. You deserve better.” Fuck, I already have him, but I still need him. I stop gyrating and look Brent in the eyes.

“What?”

“Fuck me,” I say as I lower him back down onto the bar. “Take control.”

Brent grabs hold of my hips. I lean forwards so our chests are pressed together. He starts thrusting from below. I enjoyed taking control for a bit, but you can’t beat a classic.

Brent must be in agony, ready to cum. He trusts vigorously, pounding my body from a new angle. I make sure to point all my moans directly into his ear and he speeds up.

“Fill me up, Brent,” I moan into his ear and that’s all it takes. Brent releases his own powerful moan that almost sounds like a growl. I moan as well as I feel his cock explode inside me.

The two of us just lay there on the bar. We try to catch our breath. His cock still twitching inside of me. His hands travel from my hips to my back as he holds me on top of him. My hands absentmindedly play with his hair as we lay together silently.

Our sex was great before but this was something else. There was anger and animosity behind it when we’ve fucked before. Not this time. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to put a label on it now, but the emotion behind this session was much nicer.

31

BRENT

It’s been three days since Erin confessed everything to me. I never would’ve thought how much she’s going through. Since I know the whole truth, I’m falling harder for her. Every single day.

We talked nonstop. We talked about everything and anything. Her eyes light up when she talks about her favorite movies. I rather read about history and the classics.

She still doesn’t stop making fun of me for that. I was a little offended at first, until I heard her laugh with her whole chest. I wanted to laugh too.

Then, she tearfully told me how Iridescence is made. I almost cried with her. I held her hand as she tried to explain without many graphic details. Afterwards, she kept apologizing to me.

I changed the subject by asking more about her magic, other than making the drug. It shifted the mood greatly. Her eyes lit up again as she showed me. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

She touched my chest with a finger tip, and released a smooth flow of magic. It spread across my body, illuminating every vein. My scales came out and shivered like a rattlesnake’s rattle.

She also creates small bursts of lighting. She tried to light a candle but almost burned the house down. Our stomachs hurt from laughter.

I told her about being a shifter. The good and the bad. How we have impeccable strength and skills. Our senses are heightened tenfold.

“It makes sex a lot better,” I joked.

She slapped my arm playfully. I responded by poking her tummy. Somewhere in between, our tickle fight ended with rough sex in the living room.

I wake up in the middle of the night. The estate’s quiet as a mouse. Everything’s calm unlike most days.

I roll over to put my arm over Erin. The only thing my hand touches is more sheets. Her side of the bed’s empty.

What the fuck?

I get up frantically. I throw the sheets and comforter to the floor. I check the restroom. Nothing.

“Erin, stop fucking around. It’s fucking midnight for you to do this shit,” I say.

There’s no response.

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