Page 70 of Wings of Frost and Fury
I lubricate the phallus, feeling the gel activate with magical warmth under my hand. “Legs wider, dragon. Open yourself to me.”
He struggles to widen his stance, his hard length bobbing, his breath coming short with anticipation.
The head of the cock nudges into his entrance.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps. Every muscle in his beautiful body tenses.
The rush of power hits me, the thrill of making a strong man weak for me in every possible way. I love this. I fucking love it.
Slowly, carefully, I push deeper. “You’re doing so well for me, dragon. You’re so strong, such a good boy, so obedient—” My breath catches as the little peak inside the harness rubs my clit in the exact right spot. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Doing this gives you pleasure?” Ashvelon says raggedly.
“There’s a part of this device that stimulates me as well. I had it designed for my body specifically. Aren’t you glad you brought it along?”
“Yes,fuckyes.” His voice breaks as I push the phallus deeper. “I can feel the whole length inside me… it’s moving against an area that feels… it feels fucking wonderful. There’s a pressure, a fullness… I can’t hold back, darling, I can’t.”
“Just a little longer.” I pull his cheeks wide apart and thrust the phallus in to the hilt. When I pull back, it emerges, slippery and gleaming, from his stretched hole. I don’t let it slip all the way out, though—I thrust smoothly, again and again, rocking my hips, finding the angle I like best. He groans, and I feel him straining with the effort of resisting the climax.
The stimulation against my clit increases, and a bright pinpoint of pleasure intensifies, growing fiercer, brighter—
“Come for me, pet,” I gasp out, and with a sharp yell and a convulsion of his body, he jets his cum onto the floor and onto his own chest. I rock against him a little faster, then press inward, exerting firm pressure against my clit, panting as I come, too. The pleasure washes through my lower belly in a delicious tingling wave.
In one slow movement, I pull out of Ashvelon. My fingers tremble as I unbuckle the harness, toss it away, and kneel beside him. Golden locks have fallen over his face. I brush them back, then reach beneath him to fondle his cock as it softens. He jumps at the touch, a whine in his throat.
“Beautiful,” I whisper to him. “You’re so beautiful. I love how trusting you are, how receptive to new things. I love how you protect me and yield to me. You are my defender, and you are my cherished pet.”
He sighs with deep satisfaction, his eyes closing. I rub my thumb lovingly over the tip of his cock one more time, then unfasten the silk scarf from his wrists.
He’s too overcome to stand. He crawls onto the nest and collapses among the blankets, and I curl up against him, my cheek to his broad chest.
“Thank you,” he breathes. “That was glorious.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Only a little. As you said, there is a good kind of pain, one that intensifies the pleasure when it happens.”
“Wise pet.” I kiss his pectoral, right next to his nipple.
His arms close around me, thick and warm and strong. “How am I so fortunate to have you?”
I chuckle and kiss his skin again. “You’re so lucky, darling.”
“I am.” The depth of his tone confirms how sincerely he means it.
My fingers travel the contours of the defined muscles along his side. He slings his leg over both of mine and pulls me closer, like he wants to envelop me with his whole self.
A tenderness beyond anything I’ve ever felt unfurls in my chest, warm and golden.
“Ashvelon,” I whisper.
“Hm?” he murmurs.
“When the mating heat comes, you can breed me.”
His heartbeat quickens under my hand. “Are you sure?”
“I have never wanted to have anyone’s babies before,” I admit. “But yours… fuck, I would love those little beasties so much.”
