Page 60 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

With every movement, he’s sending me spiraling higher and higher, chasing the orgasm which I want so badly with his cock in my pussy. It’s as if I want him to hook me, as if I want to get pregnant by him.

When it catches me, I lose control. I know I scream his name, I know I do. I know his warriors are close and the chances are they’ll come running, but my orgasm and my body don’t care. It forces the air out of me as I convulse over Darax, and in return, he roars out his climax, flooding my body with hot cum. Without his hook, the amount is tremendous, and I feel it flowing out of me as he continues to thrust irregularly into me.

My breath is hot on his scales. I am dimly aware of pounding feet, of shouts which are not ours. Of Darax snarling like a wild beast.

When my vision returns, I’m enclosed by a large iridescent body. It is heaving with exertion like mine.

“Can a Sarkarnii not mate with his heartsfire without interruption?” Darax growls over his shoulder at the group of warriors. “Leave, or you will discover what happens towarriors who watch.”

“Apologies, Lord Darax.”

All of them tap their fists over their hearts, and I briefly see them turn to leave when I get a kiss behind my ear, drawing my attention back to my big beast.

“What did I say?”

“If we don’t bring my warriors running, we’re not doing it right?”

I drop my head back against the metal of the ship and laugh. “You know that’s not what I said.”

Darax grins down at me. Not his wicked half smile but a genuine one which is filled with delight and mischief. It lights up his face in a way I’ve not seen before. He is relaxed and happy.

“I do know you’re going to need cleaning up before we go anywhere.”

“Cleaning up?”

He withdraws from me slowly, causing an absolute torrent to spill out.

“Oh!” I shudder with pleasure.

“I will breed you again, properly, little snack, when we have more time and less warriors to interrupt,” Darax says as he descends over my body, one hand pinning me in place, while the other swipes through my folds and he licks it clean.

It looks like this session is not over yet.

DARAX

My blood hums with all that’s good about the mating mix. My mind is completely clear, my body feels like I could take on a space worm single handed, and I have my mate by my side.

“Report?” I fire at Dalat.

My warriors are also in good spirits. Everywhere I look, I get respectful glances. My good mood from mating, it seems, is infectious. It even quells the pit within me which makes my desire to rip males to pieces while my mate is present soar.

Kerra is mine.

No one else gets to claim her.

“I have set the charges, Lord Darax,” Dalat says. “Ready when you give the word.”

“The word is given,” I order. “This is going to be loud,” I warn Kerra who is standing on the ramp to the ship.

There is a ripple of excitement among the warriors, easily mirroring my own. I join Kerra and retrieve a set of volume adjusters, applying them to each of her ears. I can’t imagine something as small and delicate as her would enjoy the noise as much as a Sarkarnii.

Kerra smiles at me. I want to mate her mouth with an intensity I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. So, I do. And, as my lips hit hers, the charges Dalat has laid go off. The noise, the vibration, and the shockwave flow through us. My cock is instantly hard again, the tip pushing from my pouch until I get the nevving thing under control.

“You liked that?” she yells.

I take the volume adjusters off. “I did.”

Kerra spots my warriors. “So did they.” She laughs.

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