Page 152 of Gemini Kings
I need to control and channel this raw intensity.
Somehow.
I can’t just give in and roll over and let my all-consuming hunger for that dragon cock make my decisions for me. I won’t let this mindless hunger own me—
A sudden shadow falls between me and the moon. Pure instinct tilts my wings and sends me into a nosedive. Just a few feet overhead, a massive black shape hurtles past and buffets me with his backdraft. The deep bronze bellow of an enraged dragon splits the air.
Too close!
That sly and crafty would-be mate of mine flew swift and silent from thedomus, stayed sneakily in my six where I couldn’t smell or see him, and flew within a whisker of a freaking ambush. If my reaction time was a second slower, my mating flight would’ve been over before it even got going.
I scream my fury in a fork of lightning I let rip from my throat with savage purpose—not to hit him (no matter how pissed I am) but as a warning. With lazy grace, the infuriating ass cants his big body to one side and avoids my warning shot with annoying ease.
I tuck my wings in tight and dive.
He rumbles what sounds like dragon laughter and plummets in pursuit.
Like I said before, I’m smaller and more agile than he is. His monstrous size and those heavy horns curling on his head increase his wind resistance and slow him down. I’m faster than he is, but I’m already tiring, and I definitely haven’t logged as many dragon frequent flyer miles. This guy’s like a million miler on Dragon Air. So it’s pretty obvi he’s just flat out better than me at dealing with the crosswinds and headwinds and turbulence and all that shit.
At least for now. Till I get better than him.
Which I will.
Right now, he’s playing with me. Maybe it’s fun for him, ducking in and out of my visual range, suddenly sweeping up on me from underneath or dropping down on me from above and basically flying flaming circles around me.
But I think he’s doing it to establish his dominance.
And that just pisses me right off.
He’s fucking getting laid tonight over my dead and decomposing body.
I let loose with a rage-filled scream—
Suddenly he’sright there. Right in front of me.
My dragon heart explodes with panic. Furiously I bate and backwing—
His giant body wraps around me, forearms and hind legs clamping tight, wings beating hard to hold us both aloft. His tail lashes around mine and drags my tail aside to expose that vulnerable hole I’ve barely even had a chance to check out on my own goddamn body.
Sweet Jesus. In dragon form, I’m a virgin.
How am I even gonna deal with that ginormous dragon cock?
Is my BC really gonna work when I’m in dragon form? What if he fucks me and I, like, lay eggs?
The sharp prick of his cock thrusts roughly between my legs. Raw lust pounds in my pussy. I can literally feel the mouth of my dragon hoochie parting and opening like a flower in welcome.
My inner queen croons, long and low, a sound like a moan that’s literally drenched with sex. He makes a rumbly sound that’s somewhere between a purr and a growl.
Doesn’t even matter that I know it’s gonna hurt. My body craves that sex-laced pain. I thirst to suffer for him.
Jesus, I’m so fucked.
Rage and panic sandblast my brain. I can’t think straight. Rational tools like words and telepathy elude my frantic clutch.
I bugle in fury—that’s me sayingoh hell to the noin dragon form—and sink my teeth into his muscled neck.
He bellows in triumph and buries his fangs deep in my shoulder.
