Page 30 of I Will Make You Mine
“You’ve made me a monster!” he shot back.
It was time I put some things into perspective for him. But first, I needed to bust my load. I started pumping my hips, stroking his prostate the only way a dragon’s cock could. Our dicks leaked a sort of enzyme, if you will, that seeped into the pores of our… I guess I’d use the term lovers, in this instance… and it made them more aroused. Our touch alone could do the job if we wanted it to. We couldn’t help leaking the fluid, though, but it made sure we could always enjoy our meals. If our lovers were in a sexual frenzy, feeding off them would always deliver the best and most revitalizing feast.
I could see the effect of my precum working on Isiah. The anger was melting from his expression as his eyes rolled up inside his head. His mouth was open as he panted with each of my thrusts.Yeah, that’s it baby… let me show you how good you’re about to have it. Forever.
“You were saying?” I taunted.
“Ahhh… shiit,” he moaned. His cock was hard once again and ready for another big release. I was going to make sure he got it.
I laughed, then growled in pleasure as my cock sent tingles throughout my body. “You… are mine, Isiah,” I said through my panting.
His lips moved like he wanted to say something, but the only thing that came out were more moans and grunts of ecstasy, just like it was supposed to be. The bed rocked hard as I fucked him, the headboard hitting the wall with each of my powerful thrusts. I didn’t have to hold back because he could take a good, hard fuck now. And by the amount of saliva he was drooling, I knew he was loving every second of it.
I leaned down, licking the line of drool from his chin, trailing my tongue up to his lips where I locked my mouth to his. He kissed me back; he was so lost in the pleasure, he forgot to be pissed. Eventually, he would get over what I did to him and start showing me some damn gratitude, I was sure. His thighs trembled against me, his hands clenching and unclenching as he endured the sheer amount of unbridled pleasure I was giving him. Over seventeen hundred years of dragon skill and energy was flowing through him right then, and he was completely beside himself.
He would have died instantly had I tried to do this to him when he was still human. Now, as a wolf, we were both free. I felt my orgasm building inside of me, growing fiercer as I fucked my pet. He sensed it too, he could feel it as I had connected us through our bodies. His face was a mask of sexual bliss and I loved it. He was so fucking beautiful. I was going to have to thank the King for letting me have him.
“Un, oooohh, yeah… I’m cumming, puppy, and you’re going to love how it feels,” I said. My body tensed as the waves of my orgasm came crashing through me, one after the other. I threw my head back, roaring and grunting as I released inside of him. Isiah arched, his chest touching mine, as he came screaming at the top of his lungs. We were both experiencing each other’s pleasure, which was a trick only those with dragon blood could do. Unless, of course, you were mated wolves.
Time seemed to stand still as we remained gripped in the vortex of our pleasure. My body shook hard as I continued to fill Isiah’s ass with my spunk, and he quaked against me, whimpering and moaning the whole time. With the last drop of my orgasm, I collapsed on top of him, still keeping his arms pinned in place above his head. We were both breathing heavy and sweating like we’d run a marathon. That was when you knew you’d been well fucked. You just couldn’t beat this sensation.
“Sweet… Jesus,” Isiah said in a soft whisper.
“I plan on making you cum that hard every day, boy.”
“I… I’m not… not your boy,” he managed to complain, in spite of the ginormous climax I’d just given him. Fucking ingrate.
I lifted myself up a little, our chests pressed against each other still, but I was able to look him in his eyes. “I’ve saved you, Isiah. Saved you from disease, fear, death, pain. Out of all of the humans I could have chosen, I wanted to give you something most would kill for. I don’t want you as my slave.”
“Then what do you want me for?” he asked.
“Honestly, I want you as my companion.”
He snorted. “A companion, really?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“But you take away my freedom, my choices.”
“Once you get used to this life I’ve given you, you can earn them back.”
“You’re so full of shit,” he snapped, then groaned as the sounds coming from his stomach grumbled to life. We both looked down as if we were expecting some creature to burst through his abdomen at any moment.
“How do you feel?” I asked him.
“My stomach hurts, I’m starving,” he said. I released his hands and pulled back, freeing my cock from his hole. He shivered a little, but raised himself on one elbow. He looked down at the drying cum on his chest and stomach and I could see a glaze come over his eyes. It was like he forgot I was there beside him when he scooped up two fingers full of cum and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmmmm,” he purred, and licked his lips as his eyes closed in satisfaction. He scooped up more cum from both his chest and mine, until it was gone.
“Well, that’s interesting. Looks like you feed on the seed of a male. I can already see the color coming back to your cheeks. Lucky for you, dragons havethebest tasting semen, and the older the dragon, the better tasting the cum.” I reached down, gripping my cock, and I stroked myself one good time, collecting as much of my jizz as I could. Most of it was still inside Isiah. I extended my hand and Isiah grabbed my wrist hard, as if he were afraid I was going to snatch my hand away. Immediately, he started licking the little bit of cum from my fingers and palm. At the first taste, he was overwhelmed and moaned as his eyes rolled in his head. He cleaned my hand and looked at me with lust-filled eyes, begging for more. Ball was in my court now.
I snatched my hand away and climbed out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I need to get something from Théoden. You need to stay here and prove to me that you can be a good boy,” I said, then I slipped on my pair of pants and walked out of the bedroom. The mansion was quiet, save for the few humans walking around doing their duties. I started to ask the maid, I thought she was a maid, didn’t matter. I started to ask her where Théoden’s room was, but my dragon senses picked up his sexual scent. So, I began making my way to the second level of the mansion.
Wolves had the best sense of smell and hearing. Vampires, I think came in second with smell and hearing, a close second, especially if blood was involved. Dragons, we could track like no one’s business once we’d marked our subject, like I did with Isiah. That was why I wasn’t too worried to leave him alone. Even if he tried to run, there’d be no corner of this world he could hide that I wouldn’t find him. I also knew he loved life too much to attempt to kill himself. He would get used to his new world soon enough, especially if what I thought I could do to him was something I could do to him.
I found Théoden’s bedroom and he was inside… but he wasn’t alone. I knocked anyway. Lord knows I didn’t care if he was fucking. That was another thing dragons could track, sexual desire. We could find a horny motherfucker easily by all of the pheromones they released. For instance, I knew there was a lot of wolf fucking going on in the forest adjacent to Josef’s mansion.
