Page 11 of Mated

I clung to him, my body arching into his, my breasts rubbing along his scales and making my pussy leak. It seemed impossible, but God, I was drenched. His erection was thick and long and so very hot. His arousal seared into my skin.

When he pulled back, my gaze immediately went to his cock again. His length was unlike anything I’d ever seen—thick, massive, and ridged with veins of molten light that I swore pulsed with every beat of my heart.

He was impossibly large. Far larger than I even thought would fit comfortably. I knew his girth would stretch me to the point of pain, but I wanted that discomfort.

The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, and that searing intensity made my skin tingle and my blood boil. As I watched, his cock retracted slightly, the tip disappearing into its sheath before sliding back out. The motion was slow and deliberate, like Draxus wanted me to see how his body was made.

Each time it emerged, the length seemed even larger, the ridges now more pronounced, the veins of amber light glowing brighter.

My breath hitched as I noticed the tip was slick with glowing pre-cum, a pearly bead of it glistening in the firelight. It oozed slowly, a testament to his arousal, and I felt a strange mix of awe and desire.

This beast, this monster, was now my king. I was his queen, and he was going to claim my virginity in what would no doubt be a brutal manner.

The sight of his dick leaking was intoxicating, a visceral reminder of just how much he wanted me. I reached out of my own accord, my fingers trembling as I brushed against the slickness. His semen was hot to the touch, and I knew when it was inside of me that it would feel incredible.

He groaned, the sound deep and primal. I couldn’t help but gasp as I felt how impossibly thick and heavy he was in my hand and how slick and unusual his dick felt and looked.

“Do you see what you do to me, Elowen?” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You make me burn. You make me ache.”

The sheer size and power of Draxus was overwhelming. His cock twitched in my hand and throbbed as another thick bead of glowing, hot pre-cum welled up at the tip. I felt a thrill of desire course through me.

His burning, predatory gaze was fixed on me with an intensity that made my body weak with need.

“Elowen,” he rumbled. “You choseme.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I nodded. “I did,” I whispered, my voice trembling. God help me and what may come, but I picked Draxus, and I didn’t regret it. Life inside of these burning wells wasn't nearly as terrifying as the life I lived outside of them.

The heat radiating from his body was suffocating, but it wasn’t just the warmth of the room—it washim. His presence was overwhelming, primal, and it stirred something deep inside me. Something I hadn’t known existed.

“Do you know what you do to me, my little queen?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Do you know how much I want you?”

I nodded, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want you, too.” And I meant every word.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing against my neck. His tongue flicked out, tasting my skin, and I shuddered at the sensation. His teeth grazed my collarbone, and I moaned, my body arching into his touch. When he broke the skin, I gasped. I wanted more, loved the pain and pleasure that came from it.

When he trailed kisses down my chest, I looked at the marks he left, at the way he dragged that forked tongue over the wounds and lapped up the blood. I gasped at how arousing that looked. My core spasmed with need, my cream dripping from between my folds.

His enormous hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of me.

With his glowing eyes locked on mine, he grabbed his cock and notched the tip at my opening. There was no soft penetration. He thrust into me swiftly, the heat of him overwhelming as he stretched my pussy to its limit,the ridges of his length expanding and contracting, wanting friction against my cunt walls.

I cried out, my nails digging into his scales, his biceps massive as I held on. Draxus paused when he was fully inside of me, giving me a moment to adjust, his gaze always locked with mine.

“You’re mine, Elowen,” he growled, his voice low and guttural as he slid out and pushed back inside. He pulled out again, gripped the base of his cock, and I felt my eyes widen as spurts of glowing semen spurted out of the tip and splashed onto my pussy.

The fluid was hot to the touch, but not painfully so. He jerked himself off over me, spraying more of that glowing cum on my pussy until I was soaked in it. And then he notched the head back at my opening and thrusted in hard and deep.

Draxus began to move, his hips rolling with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hands gouged into the bed on either side of my head, his claws tearing up the material. The heat of him was everywhere–on me, covering me, inside me… consuming me.

I moaned, my body arching into his as he thrust deeper, his scales smooth like the softest fabric against my bared breasts. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through me, and I clung to my demon lizard king. His barbed tail slammed against the bed behind him with a whack, whack, whack, the barbed end destroying the mattress.

His claws suddenly gripped my hips, digging into my flesh, breaking the skin but causing this incredible pleasure to fill me. He kept me in place as he drove into me, his size and strength overwhelming.

The heat was unbearable inside of me as he spurted his cum deep in my pussy and womb. And I wanted more. I wantedallof him. My body trembled, my hips rolling to meet his, as if my body had a mind of its own. I was no longer in control.

He groaned, the sound sending a primal thrill through me. My demon king leaned down, his tongue capturing mine in another searing kiss, claiming me as completely.

“Draxus,” I moaned, his name spilling from me on a tremble as I surrendered… submitted.

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