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He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, fingers pressing that perfect spot, and I screamed as the first edge crested. But he didn't stop, didn't let me come down. He worked me through it and straight toward another peak, his dragon strength holding me in place when I tried to writhe away from the overwhelming sensation.
"Again," he commanded, and I did, coming so hard my back bowed off the nest.
Still he didn't stop. A third orgasm built impossibly fast, my body no longer fully under my control. I was sobbing now, tearsstreaming down my face from the intensity, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure that bordered on too much.
Only when I came the third time, screaming his name to the stars visible through the caldera's opening, did he finally pull back. He moved up my body with predatory grace, his cock pressing against my entrance, the scaled texture and impossible heat making me clench with need despite the three orgasms he'd just given me.
"Now," he said, voice rough with his own need. "Now I claim you properly."
He looked into my eyes, ember meeting whatever fire now lived in mine, and pressed forward in one slow, deep thrust that seemed to go on forever. The scaled texture dragged against my inner walls in ways that made my oversensitive body sing. The heat of him, the golden precum that sparked and sizzled, the sheer size stretching me to my limit—it was overwhelming and perfect and exactly what I'd needed since he'd first denied me.
When he was fully seated, buried so deep I could feel him in my soul, we both stopped breathing for a moment. The connection was complete—not just physical but spiritual, the bond singing its satisfaction through both of us. Here, in the place where he'd first drawn breath, he was inside me in every way that mattered.
He began to move, and I learned what it meant to be claimed by a dragon in his place of power.
Each thrust was deliberate, measured, the scaled texture of his cock creating friction that sent sparks through every nerve. The rhythm he set was slow at first, almost gentle, but I could feel through the bond how much that control cost him. His need crashed against mine in waves, building with each movement until I couldn't tell where his pleasure ended and mine began.
The solidified dragon flame beneath us responded to our joining, growing warmer, glowing brighter, until we weremaking love in a nest of living light. The lava lake seemed to pulse in time with his thrusts, the entire caldera becoming part of our union. Above us, the stars wheeled across the volcano's opening, silent witnesses to something that transcended human understanding.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, and the word carried harmonics that resonated in my bones. His hips snapped forward harder, the gentleness giving way to something more primal. "My fierce little mate, my precious one, mine forever."
"Yours," I gasped back, my nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks that healed instantly. "Daddy, please, I need—"
"I know what you need." His hand came between us, thumb finding my clit with devastating accuracy. The combination of his cock stretching me, the scaled texture dragging against that perfect spot inside, and his thumb circling with exactly the right pressure—it was too much and not enough and everything.
The golden lines on both our bodies blazed brighter with each thrust, creating a lightshow that painted the obsidian walls in amber and gold. Through the bond, I felt his control finally shatter completely. His thrusts became harder, faster, deeper, each one driving me higher up a peak that seemed impossible after the three orgasms he'd already given me.
But this was different. This climb was steeper, the pressure building not just in my core but everywhere—in my chest, my throat, the palms of my hands, the soles of my feet. The transformation had made me capable of pleasure I couldn't have imagined as a human, and now, with him inside me in his most sacred space, I was about to discover exactly what that meant.
"Together," he commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching release. "Come with me, little one. Let me feel you shatter around my cock while I fill you with my flame."
The words, crude and possessive and perfect, pushed me that final step. The orgasm didn't build—it detonated. Every cell in my body seemed to come apart at once, pleasure so intense it transcended sensation and became something else entirely. I screamed, the sound echoing off the caldera walls and up toward the stars, a primal announcement of claiming that probably reached the keep far below.
Through the bond, I felt Davoren follow me over, his release triggering aftershocks that made my vision go white. His cock pulsed inside me, and the golden precum that had sparkled before now felt like liquid fire—not burning but warming me from the inside out, marking me at levels deeper than skin or even bone. The tiny flames that danced along his length flared brighter, and for a moment I swore I could feel them inside me, little sparks of dragon fire that would never fully extinguish.
The orgasm went on and on, waves of pleasure that seemed to pull everything out of me and pour it back in transformed. I felt my soul unmake and remake itself, the last human parts of me burning away in the crucible of this pleasure. When it finally ended—though ended seemed too small a word for something that felt more like transformation than conclusion—I was sobbing openly, overwhelmed by the intensity of what we'd just shared.
Davoren gathered me against his chest, our bodies still joined, his arms creating a shelter from the overwhelming sensations. His heart thundered against my ear, that ancient rhythm that had waited millennia for this moment. The solidified dragon flame beneath us had reformed itself into something like a cocoon, wrapping us in warmth and light that felt like being held by the mountain itself.
"Shh," he murmured against my hair, pressing kisses to my temple, my forehead, anywhere he could reach. "I've got you,little one. You did so perfectly. Took everything I gave you and asked for more. My brave, fierce girl."
The praise made fresh tears spill over, but these were different—tears of completion, of finding something I hadn't known I was searching for. Through the bond, I felt his matching emotion, the profound satisfaction of finally, finally having his mate in his arms, claimed and claiming in equal measure.
We lay there in silence for a long time, watching the stars through the caldera's opening. His cock had softened but stayed inside me, neither of us willing to separate just yet. The golden lines on our skin had dimmed to a gentle glow, pulsing in synchronized rhythm like we were sharing the same heartbeat. Maybe we were.
The peace that settled over me was absolute. Not the fragile peace of human contentment that could shatter with the next crisis, but something deeper. Dragon peace. The peace of knowing exactly where I belonged, who I belonged to, what I was meant to be. The collar at my throat had warmed to perfect skin temperature, and I found myself touching it absently, feeling the smoothness of the dragon scale lining.
"No regrets?" Davoren asked softly, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my hip.
I thought about it seriously, cataloging everything I'd given up versus everything I'd gained. My human life, my independence, my mortality—all gone. In their place: centuries of life, power I was only beginning to understand, and this. This connection that went beyond love, beyond bond, into something that didn't have a word because humans had never needed one.
"None," I said, and meant it.
“Good.”
The stars continued their slow dance overhead, and somewhere in the distance, I heard the lava lake bubble and sigh like a sleeping giant's breath.
"Solmar will try something," I said eventually, the practical part of my mind reasserting itself.
