Page 83 of The Dragon King's Assassin

I got to my knees, took him in hand, and, holding his stare, licked his tip. The taste of him burst across my tongue, and I moaned along with him. The King's hands went to my head, pushing back my hair so he could watch me without impediment. And I gave him a show, sticking out my tongue to lave him before sucking as much of him into my mouth as I could. When he hit the back of my throat, I loosened it and pushed him further in.

“Oh, fuck,” Taroc whispered. “Your lips are so strong.”

I tightened them even more and felt a thrill go down my spine when he cried out and clenched his hands in my hair. Moaning and sighing, I began to move over him, faster and faster. His cock was dripping wet and the sounds of my mouth on him were so fucking erotic that my dick strained at my pants.

“No, don't make me come.” He stopped me. “I want you to ride me.”

I sucked my way off him and looked up. “Here?”

“You wanted to make this special. Get up here and show me what you can do.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” I kicked off my boots, then eagerly got out of my pants, tossing them aside before straddling his lap.

“Here.” He drew his legs in together tightly. “Get on the seat.”

Grinning devilishly, I climbed up on the throne, standing for a second to get my footing. This just so happened to put my raging hard-on in the King's face. Just as I'd hoped, he couldn't resist the invitation and licked my dick. But that wasn't enough. After that first taste, he groaned and went back for another, sucking my entire member into his mouth.

I gripped the back of the throne to keep from falling and tried my best to not face-fuck the Dragon King. But he grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, his greedy mouth sucking me down.

“Stop. Taroc, I'm gonna come,” I panted.

He slipped a finger in my ass.

“Taroc!” I shouted as I emptied into his mouth.

And the King drank down every drop.

After he sucked me dry, he eased me down onto his lap, taking my trembling weight in his palms and setting his cock at my hole. Limply, I reached back and helped him gain entry, then groaned as he slipped inside, my dick surging back to life instantly. I'd never had such a rapid recovery before.

“Can you still perform or are you done in by one orgasm, Assassin?” the King drawled, then licked his lips. “I need a lover who can last.”

“A challenge, is it?” I smirked as I grabbed the back of the throne again. “As you can see, I've risen to it.”

I began to bounce, slowly at first, grinding on his lap until those sexy, glistening lips parted and his head rolled against the throne. Then I sped up. Ecstasy shot through me like an arrow but branched out at its zenith, zinging through my veins and tightening the muscles of my chest and throat. My hands clenched on the throne. The wood groaned along with the King. I pumped faster. Faster.

“Great fuck!” Taroc roared as he lost control and started lifting his hips to meet me mid-drop.

My panting breaths went ragged, the muscles in my thighs began to burn, and still, I bounced on the Dragon King's cock, slamming my ass flat on his thighs to take all of him. The pain in my legs met the pleasure in my channel and bloomed to burst out of my dick, exploding all over His Majesty's fine tunic.

“Don't you dare fucking stop!” he growled as he gripped my ass and took some of my weight.

Whimpering and weak from another climax, I pushed on. In my mind, I begged all the Gods of Serai to make this fucker come. And then, at last, my prayers were answered. The King lurched up, out of his throne, the motion becoming a thrust that speared his cock deep. Standing, clutching me close, he emptied into me over and over, his great body locking up with every hot stream of cum.

I'd never been able to feel my lover's ejaculation before. I'd felt the fullness, but nothing like this. Every nuance of Taroc's climax rippled through me. His pulsing cock, the twitches of each surge, the heat of his cum, and, of course, that crazy tingling as it absorbed into me. My whole body went into spasm with his release, my dick hardening once more but going straight into orgasm, balls pulled up tight. As he slipped out of me, his cock brushed the skin of my sacs, and the residue of cum on his shaft set my balls to zinging as well.

The Dragon King growled, but it was a low, passionate sound, one of supreme satiation. “Well done, Assassin.”

“I swear to your goddess, Taroc, if you pat me on the head like you do Ren, I will smack you.”

He chuckled. “It was the furthest thing from my mind.” Then he set me down. “Put your pants on.”

“Oh? Are you done in by one orgasm, Your Majesty?”

“No. But I want you in my bed next. That fucking throne is uncomfortable.”

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