Page 11 of The Dragon King's Assassin

I lowered my other hand to his balls and gently worked them as I thumbed the opening at the top of that blushing tip. Then I formed a ring with my thumb and pointer finger to slide over him. Up and down. Up and down. Fast, then slow. Tight, then gentle.

“You're driving me mad!” King Tarocvar lifted his head and grabbed my hips. “Get on with it, Assassin.”

“No.” I brought our cocks together, using both hands to rub them as if they were one shaft.

This time, when the King moaned, I cried out with him. Our hips moved together, pushing hard, slick flesh between my clutching fingers. Shoving and retreating. Pumping together as if we were fucking someone else at the same time. His large hands tightened on my hips and his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. I bit mine as I watched him. He'd never been so beautiful. Dark hair glinting red, eyes like precious jewels, wet lips plumped by my kiss, and that glorious body writhing for me.

“Better?” I asked.

“This is nice. But I'm waiting for more, Assassin.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” I let go of my cock and took a firmer grip on his.

Raising to my knees, I positioned myself over him, then eased down and took him into my body at last. I couldn't hold back my moans as his oiled shaft speared me, stretching my hole little by little as I worked myself onto him. Rotating my hips, easing my muscles open, my body began to welcome his.

The King started to pant. “Hurry.”

“Easy now, Dragon. I will have my pleasure too.”

He bared his teeth at me, but then I slammed down, taking all of him. The Dragon King's eyes closed at last, and his head rolled against the headboard. I leaned forward, took hold of his shoulders, and began to ride him like a fucking stallion.

I knew then why all his lovers sounded stupid. That fine dick of his fucked the sense out of your head. Three pumps, and I was moaning and writhing in such sublime pleasure that I couldn't think straight. My cock wept so much it dripped down to my balls and tingles bubbled up from my ass, tickling my insides and tightening my nipples. Suddenly, screaming for him to fill me with his royal cum didn't seem like such a bad idea. But then I met his stare.

As soon as our gazes collided, his caught fire. I mean that literally. Those teal orbs started to glow as if he burned within. They cast shadows over his handsome face, tinting his skin a strange greenish-blue as if he were underwater. And that was when I saw his dragon.

Something shifted within those eyes. Below that fine skin. Something woke. It stirred and rose. Stared back at me.

With a rumbling snarl, the Dragon King pushed up, gripping me in a tight embrace as he launched himself forward. He took me down to the bed and started pumping like a wild thing, his face an inch from mine. I couldn't tell if he were furious or fervent in his desire. So I nipped his chin, right over the cleft. The King bared his teeth again with a snarl, then covered my mouth with his. His tongue lashed at mine, a savage thing set loose. One powerful arm slid beneath my right knee and lifted so that my leg angled outward and my ass opened further to him.

With a triumphant growl, King Tarocvar thrust deeper, hitting places that rarely got attention. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his waist, roaming his broad back with my palms. The muscles tensed and released beneath my fingers, teasing me. I needed more. I moved a hand to his ass and squeezed, urging him even deeper. I was near as lost as he was to desire, grasping at something I couldn't name.

The Dragon King lifted his head, breaking our kiss abruptly, and roared.

It wasn't an orgasm, more of a triumphant cry. An at last! He kept pumping wildly, the muscles in his neck bulging and his jaw stretching on the primal sounds that rolled out of his mouth. My hands couldn't be stilled. I brought them forward, sliding them over those spectacular pectorals, over his shoulders, up that tight throat, then grabbed his face and pulled him down to me.

Eyes still alight, the Dragon King stared at me as if he'd never seen me before. As if he were surprised to find that it was me there, beneath him. Then he kissed me; a kiss full of passion but also something else, something intense. Something like that roar. I tasted blood and wasn't sure whose it was. The King growled and sucked at me. Slammed into me. That oiled dick became a rod of fire, branding me. Searing its way into my soul. It felt as if he were fucking every cell of my body and making them all his.

My dick couldn't take it. With a wild shout, I emptied between us. With the touch of that warm release, the King sped up. Something tore beside my face. I turned to see the sheet in shreds, his fingers dug into the mattress. The slap of flesh became so rapid it was nearly one long note. The massive bed trembled and creaked. The whole world condensed down to the two of us. No one else existed.

My body shivered through the aftermath of the most brilliant orgasm I'd ever had, clutching the King's cock as if it refused to let him go. But the King's will could not be denied. He lurched back, onto his knees, pulling his cock free, then gripped it and angled it over me. As I trembled and panted, he painted me with his hot desire. And it was hot, nearly too hot. I flinched, then moaned through the searing lashes, but couldn't look away from him. His stare held mine captive as he emptied himself over me. Again and again, his hips jerked forward, and his cock shot through his hand, releasing streams of cum. An insane amount. It striped my chest, whipped my stomach, lashed my thighs, and then, he gave one last shudder and coated my cock.

The King's hand opened as if it had been locked around his dick and ached from the effort. Our ragged breaths were all that could be heard as we stared at each other. I felt as baffled as he looked. I thought he would send me away then. Tell me to get the fuck out of his bed. But he didn't. With the oddest, almost tender, expression, he laid his palm on me and began to rub his cum into my skin.

Where his hand went, my skin tingled. Like bubbles bursting between us. I moaned and began to writhe beneath his touch, my cock rising again. He didn't touch me there. He looked at my hardening shaft but otherwise ignored it. Instead, he methodically massaged his desire into me, sending those tingles deep into my flesh. Kneading my muscles and pinching my nipples. Zings of pleasure shot into my skin like lightning to awaken my whole body. Then I looked down and saw that the cum, his royal cum, was disappearing. My body was absorbing it.

“What's happening?” I whispered.

“Lift your legs for me,” his voice was even deeper now, the sound of rocks grating in a deep cavern.

I grabbed the back of my knees and lifted them, exposing myself to him. He'd finished rubbing all but the cum on my cock. My erection twitched, my balls lifting. It was all on display for him, even my tightening hole. At last, the Dragon King grabbed my dick and worked his cum into it as I had done to him with the oil. Then, before the cum had fully absorbed, he lowered his hand and pumped a finger into my ass.

I came all over myself and promptly passed out.

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