Page 50 of Beneath Scales and Shadows
“Please,” she gasped, fingers tightening on his horns as her head fell back. “I need—I need—”
“I know what you need,” he rumbled, using his fingers to gather the slickness there with deliberate patience, as though mapping territory he intended to claim for eternity.
The reverence in his touch unraveled her completely.
“So perfect. So slick for me,” Ignis whispered against her throat, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. “Do you feel how your body knows mine already? Your very essence calls to me, sweet Luna.”
Sora’s head fell back, throat exposed to him in instinctive surrender.
“Yes,” she gasped as his finger circled her entrance, gathering more wetness before pressing inside with exquisite care. The intrusion burned briefly from his digit’s thickness—then bloomed into pleasure so acute she clutched his horns tighter, anchoring herself.
His growl rumbled against her collarbone, raw satisfaction pouring through him at her response. “Your body accepts me so beautifully,” he praised, adding a second finger, stretching her with careful precision. “So tight, so perfect for me. A century I’ve waited, and now—” His voice cracked with emotion that transformed into raw hunger. “Now you’re here in my arms, wrapped up in my wings.” He added yet another finger, stretching her gently as his thumb found the bundle of nerves above. “Let me care for you, my queen.”
The dragon king’s thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves above her entrance, circling it as his fingers curled inside her. Her thighs trembled around his waist as pleasure coursed through her.
She rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure, lost in the dual sensations of his mouth on her neck and his fingers working inside her.
Every coherent thought scattered, leaving only sensation—his scales against hers, his wings enclosing her, his fingers igniting fire within her core.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his alpha voice roughened by desire rather than domination. When her heavy-lidded eyes met his, the naked vulnerability there stole what little breath remained in her lungs. “I need to see you come undone for me. Spill your essence upon my hand so I can imprint it forever in my memory.”
He curled his fingers deeper, finding a spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her body clenching around his intrusion, greedy for more despite the stretch.
“Such a treasure. My treasure,” Ignis murmured, his unoccupied hand rising to cup her face with heartbreaking gentleness while his other hand continued its relentless rhythm. “My luna, my dragon-blooded omega. The way you respond to me—” His pupils expanded until crimson was merely a thin ring around fathomless black and breathed in deeply. “I can scent your pleasure, taste it on the air. It calls to me.”
Sora’s fingers tightened on his horns, using them for leverage as she rocked against his hand, chasing the mounting pressure building at her core. Her body felt simultaneously familiar and foreign—heightened senses from her emerging scales responding deliciously to him.
“I can’t—” she panted, overwhelmed by the pleasure tightening in her lower belly. “Ignis, I need—”
“You can,” he assured her, circling his thumb faster as he pressed his thick fingers deeper. “Let go for me, Sora. I’ll catch you.”
His wings tightened around them, creating a universe consisting only of their joined bodies and shared breath. Their scents intensified—moonflowers merged with ancient fire—mingling with the musk of her arousal.
“When your heat comes,” Ignis rumbled against her ear, “I will worship every part of your body, leaving no scale untouched. I will fill you so completely you’ll forget where you end and I begin.” His fingers twisted slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her as his thumb pressed down firmly. “I will claim you as mine with my seed, my mark, my essence, and you will never doubt your place again.”
“I need—”
“I want to claim you fully,” he confessed, voice strained with restraint. “To make you mine in every way. But you haven’t transformed completely.” His fingers curled inside her, thrusting harder that made her cry out. “Until your first heat comes, this will have to suffice. I won’t risk hurting you.”
Even in his feral need, he put her safety first. The realization washed over her, deepening her surrender to him.
The dam broke.
Pleasure crashed through her in violent waves, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as she cried out his name.
Her entire body trembled, suspended in ecstasy as he worked her through it.
“Yes, just like that,” he crooned, voice thick with pride and restrained desire. “So beautiful, so perfect. I knew you could do it.”
Sora’s hands fell away from his horns, dropping to her sides as though made of water rather than bone. Her entire body felt weightless, exhausted, muscles turned into putty. She panted softly, each breath carrying the fading echoes of pleasure as her heartbeat gradually slowed from its frantic pace.
Ignis unfurled his wings as he gently withdrew his hand from between her thighs. His heated gaze never left hers as he brought glistening fingers to his mouth. His forked tongue darted out, lapping at her essence with reverent slowness, a growl of satisfaction rumbling from deep within his chest.
“Sweeter than snowberry nectar,” he murmured, lids lowering in bliss as he savored her taste. “A delicacy I could feast upon forever and never tire of.”
Suddenly, his strong arms cradled her against his scaled chest. The balcony blurred as he carried her in a bridal hold back inside their chamber with effortless grace, her body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. The softness of her bed welcomed her as he laid her down with surprising tenderness for one so powerful.
Ignis sank to his knees beside the bed, his burly form folding with predatory grace. His clawed hands spread her thighs with gentle insistence, exposing her still-sensitive flesh to the warm cavern air. She barely had time to comprehend his intent before his head dipped between her legs, forked tongue finding her core with unerring precision.
