Page 96 of Beneath Scales and Shadows
A deep, resonant purr rolled from his chest, dragon-like and rich, vibrating through her bones. His crimson eyes softened, molten with devotion, but a flicker of worry shadowed them. “I can’t deny you,” he murmured, the sound rough yet tender, like velvet over stone. “But I must make sure you’re ready to take all of me… every part of me.”
She caught his gaze and held it, her ocean-deep eyes steady despite the storm raging inside her. Her hand slid up to cup his face, thumb brushing the sharp line of his jaw. “I trust you,” she said, firm and unshaken, pouring every ounce of her faith into the words. They stilled him, his breath hitching as he searched her face.
Slowly, he eased back, lowering her legs from his shoulders. They slid down his arms, muscles flexing beneath her calves, until her thighs rested against the bed. His hands lingered on her hips, steadying her, and then his gaze dropped.
She followed it, curiosity tugging her forward, and her breath caught. There, glistening in the light of the glowstones, his manhood rose, thick and imperial.
There in the dim glowstone light, were not one but two black cocks, sleek and thick, crowned with beads of golden pre-cum that shimmered like molten metal. Her pulse spiked, a jolt of intimidation warring with a flicker of fascination. They were beautiful, in a raw, monstrous way, and the sight sent a fresh wave of heat curling through her.
He shifted, hesitating, his voice low and rough. “My kind… we’re one of the few monsters with twin cocks. And this—” He gestured faintly, almost sheepish. This isn’t even my true form.”
She swallowed hard, her throat dry, but her eyes didn’t waver from him. The size, the strangeness—it should’ve daunted her more, but beneath the nerves, a quiet resolve settled in. She nodded, slow and sure. “We can make it work.”
His purr deepened, a sound of relief and agreement, and his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. “We will,” he promised, the words a vow as much as a reassurance, and she felt the weight of his trust settle over her like a second skin. They’d find their way—together.
Sora’s breath came in shallow bursts as she watched him, her gaze locked on the slow, deliberate way he moved. His hands guided his twin cocks, rubbing it against her slick folds, and she felt the heat of him—scorching and alive—mixing with her own silver wetness. His gold pre-cum glistened as it coated her, a shimmering thread binding them, while her own slick painted him in return.
The sight was intoxicating, raw and wild, sending a shiver racing up her spine.
“Easy, my treasure,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble of comfort, laced with praise that sank into her bones. “I’ll only take you with one for now—just one. You take the other.” His crimson eyes flicked up to meet hers, steady and sure. “Grip it, control me. How deep, how fast—you decide.”
The words lit a spark in her chest, heat blooming low and fierce. If she’d thought she couldn’t want him more, she’d been wrong. The idea of holding that power, of guiding him while he filled her, made her pulse throb harder. She licked her lips, nodding faintly, too caught in the moment for words.
He dragged the length of his lower cock along her folds again, teasing her with its heat, and then the tip notched at her entrance, a gentle pressure that made her gasp. “Grip me,” he instructed, voice rough with need but soft with care.
She moved her hands, trembling only slightly as she wrapped them around his top cock. It was hard beneath her fingers, the scales smooth yet textured, like polished stone wrapped in silk. Their mingled juices coated her palms—his gold, her silver—making it slick and warm. She marveled at the feel of him, firm and pulsing, yet yielding under her touch. A quiet thrill coursed through her, knowing she held him like this, that he’d given her this.
Testing him, she pushed her hands forward, just a slight shift, and he matched her instantly. The tip of his lower cock pressed inside, stretching her with a slow, delicious burn. Her eyes fluttered shut, a hiss of pleasure slipping past her lips as the sensation rippled through her. It was exquisite—full and foreign and perfect—and she felt him pause, waiting for her lead. Her grip tightened on his top cock, guiding him deeper, and the world narrowed to the heat of their connection, her body singing with every inch they claimed together.
Sora sank deeper into the bed, the lush pillows and blankets cradling her like a throne of velvet and fur. Her silver-scaled skin brushed against the softness, a stark contrast to the hard, unyielding heat of the dragon man above her—half-formed, a breathtaking clash of power and beauty. His lush ruby scales glinted in the candlelight, catching the curve of his black horns, sharp and proud. The ruby scales across his chest shimmered gold as he breathed, black wings half-unfurled behind him, casting shadows that danced on the walls. And his cock—one buried inside her, the other gripped tight in her hands—gave her control in a way that made her head spin.
She held him, guided him, this alpha dragon king bending to her will, and the thrill of it thrummed through her like a second pulse.
He was hers—all of him.
Every scale, every growl, every flicker of those crimson eyes. In this strange, wild world where the Moon Goddess had woven her fate, she’d landed here—sprawled beneath him, his strength railing into her with a rhythm she set. The stretch of him inside her was exquisite, a deep, pulsing fullness that made her toes curl. At the same time, she ran her hands along his top cock, slick with their mingled heat. The power of his restraint—leashed for her, trembling in his frame—matched the allure of his forms: the rugged charm of his human guise, the raw majesty of this dragoon form, the untamed terror of his full dragon self.
She wanted all of it—all of him.
“What are you looking at?” His voice broke through her haze, curious but edged with a flicker of worry. “What’s in that head of yours?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, her hands quickened on his top cock, pushing him deeper, faster. Her hips tilted to meet him, and a sharp groan rumbled from his throat, his lower cock matching her pace with swift, fluid thrusts. The heat coiled tighter, pleasure spiking through her core.
“I think I’m dreaming,” she breathed, the words spilling out as her eyes locked with his. “All of this—everything that’s happened—it’s some coma-state dream. It can’t be real.”
A growl tore from him, fierce and commanding, his wings twitching behind him. “Pick up the pace,” he demanded, voice rough with intent. “I’ll show you it’s no dream. I’ll give you so much pleasure you’ll see stars ‘til you black out—and when you wake, it’ll be in my arms. And then, we’ll ride the rest of your heat—together.”
Her lips curved, a spark of defiance flaring in her chest. “Prove it,” she challenged, moving her hands faster, guiding him deeper, lengthening each stroke. He kept up effortlessly, matching her thrust for thrust, his ruby scales glinting with every move. The blankets compressed beneath them, pillows tumbling as the rhythm built—wild, unrelenting, a collision of need and power. Her breath hitched, pleasure cresting higher, sharper, and she felt the edge rushing toward her, daring him to push her over it.
Sora’s moans spilled from her lips, raw and unrestrained, mingling with his grunts and growls—each thrust a symphony of sound that echoed in the room. The bed of pillows and blankets cradled her, soft against her silver scales, while he drove into her, his ruby-scaled dragoon form a vision of power above.
Her stomach tightened with every push, a subtle bulge forming beneath her skin, but there was no pain—just a flood of pleasure and a fullness that made her feel whole in a way she’d never known.
It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough.
She needed more.
Then she felt it—the base of his lower cock thickening, swelling as he moved. It pressed against her entrance, making it harder to take him fully, and she gasped at the resistance. He slowed, his crimson eyes locking with hers, a sheen of sweat glistening on his golden shimmering ruby-scaled chest.
