Page 73 of The Exiled Dragon

If I didn’t know who Creed was, I would have been utterly terrified, but the purring in my chest heated my body straight down to my lady parts.

Heaven have mercy.

Creed crawled up the bed, acting like the predator he was. His member was swaying and no longer holding the glistening liquid that typically sported when he was ready to impale me. No, it was dripping like a fast, leaky faucet. Creed’s face turned to pain, plopping his body onto his side so he didn’t land on anything protruding from his body.

I crawled over, pushing him to his back, checking his body. His arm wrapped around his lower torso, eyes squinting and now groaning. Claws ripped through the first layer of bedding. “Creed, what do I do?” Sure, I knew what rutting was but in a half-human creature? Does he just need to let it all ‘go?’

His beast was still leaking. My thighs clenched how hard it was. I seriously think it gets bigger each time I look at it. Enormous angry veins wrapped around it, the tip no longer looking like a tip but a dang sledgehammer. I sighed heavily. “Oh, someone give me strength.”

Creed continued to groan. It’s do or die. I didn’t like seeing him in agony, and I couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t just pounce me and take me right there. I liked it the night before. He rolled me over and pounded me until dawn.

My Dragon urged me on, feeling her pulling me to the place where Creed was hurting the most. Not wasting time but getting him ready because he had been prepared for a while. Pushing all embarrassment away, trying to soothe him, I kissed down his torso. I placed my lips around the head of his cock, causing him to thrust his hips against my mouth. His cock filled the entirety of my mouth, causing me to choke at the surprise.

His Dragon purred, his hand in my hair as I pulled up and down his enormous length. Creed was sighing, gripping my hair for dear life, but dared not to move the palm of his hand. My Dragon and I felt his fear. He was worried he would hurt us, but that was far from my mind.

Placing my hand on top of his, I wanted him to guide me with how he wanted it. How to soothe the pain, but he was holding back so he wouldn’t hurt me. It was a sweet thought, but I don’t think he could ever do anything to break me.

His throat crackled, knowing he was trying to speak. His internal battle began, as I pushed down his hand down on my head to guide me. I had him at the back of my throat and then some, his beast pulsating in my mouth. My Dragon hummed, vibrating all of us on the bed until spurt after spurt coiled around my throat.

Heckers, it was a lot, and I never thought it would stop until Creed pulled me up and kissed me fervently like I didn’t just suck his member to oblivion. My wetness between my thighs began to drip down my body. Something Creed was doing, or his Dragon rather, was having me turn into a horny mess in seconds.

Creed groaned again, palming his member while we lay side by side. This would be a long afternoon and possibly night if this keeps up.

“Use me,” I whispered to him. Creed shook his head, fisting his cock. Something about him holding onto himself, trying to save me from whatever he was protecting me from, sparked my Dragon to life. Pushing him on his back, I straddled him. His thick beast was already running again, that stupid drippy faucet.

Creed growled in either wanting or worry. It was all over him. His eyebrows arched high above his forehead, his claws digging into my butt like he was scared to move. “Creed, look at me.” I pulled off my top, my new heavier breasts hanging for him to see. His hand cupped one, purring at how they felt. While I tried to get my pants off my body without having his hand leave my breast, he ripped them off quickly with the claws on his fingers.

“OH!” I squealed. His cock was now leaning so close to my lady bits. Creed’s head flung back, feeling my heat until I finally lined him up, coating my wetness on top of his thick head.He won’t hurt me,was my mantra because he won’t. I know he won’t. In fact, it might feel rather delightful feeling him bring my body to new heights.

Creed’s hesitant eyes flickered. “Use me,” I commanded him. “I want you to use me to make you feel good,” I muttered my last sentence. “Right now, Creed, I want you to be rough.”

A switch went off. Creed’s Dragon roared through his mouth, thrusting his hips until he reached my cervix. I groaned happily, my breasts heaving upwards. Trying to ride him, he only held my hips and used his body to push me in and out. He was insanely strong as he continued, only for him to flip me over on my back.

The growls, vibrations, and purrs fueled the animal inside me. The apex between my thighs was going to be delightfully sore after this. His dick filled me, pulling me closer and pounding inside my body. I felt every ridge of the head down to the spiraling veins of his cock. He watched as he pulled in and out of me. A new hypnotic craze was fueling his thirst.

“Ooh!” I continued, making incoherent noises, feeling the rise and fall of each orgasm. One after the other, he pushed into me, spilling seed.. As I looked up to the ceiling to pray for the mercy of this sweet tormentor that he would at least take a break, I saw a gigantic mirror.

It hovered over the bed, giving me the perfect view of his body pushing into mine. Thick, tight muscles of his butt and the back of his legs had my Dragon hissing inside me. Whatever I prayed to had answered my prayers because now I was reveling in an all-new pleasure.

Creed spurt another load; we were soaked and barely getting enough friction. Creed, understanding what I was thinking, picked me up to throw me over his shoulder. His beast bounced as we walked, and my mind continued to revel in what he had in store. He had never been this demanding, or dominating, and I liked this side a bit too much.

My hand reached down, grabbing his butt cheek, sinking my nails into the hard muscle. My legs tightening again, I let out a whimper. Creed’s Dragon growled, slapping my behind. Once I pulled my hand away, a drop of blood fell sat under one of my nails. “Oh my gosh!” I squealed, “Did I hurt--“ but it was too late. Creed had put our bodies under the water of a hot salt water spring at the back of the cave. These were way too convenient.

Creed hoisted me up next to the cool wall of the cave; the breeze coming from the back of the cavern caught my nipples, making them tight as diamonds. Creed’s finger flicked my right one, having me to grip his shoulders. Looking at my nails by my peripheral, I did a double-take, looking at the length. They were short, sharp, purple talons. I gasped, only to be silenced by Creed’s lips.

He hungrily sucked my tongue, pushing it in and out of my mouth, dominating me. My legs tightened around his torso, all nails were forgotten. Creed prodded at my opening with his thick head, parting my lower lips. Water that surrounded us splashed up our faces, coating us as the breeze cooled our skin.

“More,” his Dragon growled. Mine growled in return, shoving his ever-growing erection back into my body. My head dropped to his shoulder, groaning at how hard his thrusts were. Even his balls were slapping me under the water with so much force. I swear he was spanking me.

My own Dragon, now purring, growling at our mate had me grip him tighter. My nails lengthened again. They itched when they did, and I gripped into his skin. Creed moaned, leaving love bites on my neck until his teeth grazed my marking spot.

“So close,” I whispered again. I’m not sure how much more I could take. Just like my nails, my teeth itched; I wanted to claw at my mouth, but Creed silenced me as he bit down on his mark. My back arched, yelling his name until my Dragon pushed down on my head, opening my mouth and biting into his shoulder.

Creed let go, pulling away suddenly. My Dragon wouldn’t let go, her bite was deep, and as much as I tried to open my mouth, I couldn’t. Frustrated, I sobbed heavily, feeling Creed’s uneasy steps come out of the water. He laid on the bed, me on top of him as my teeth retracted from his body.

“Creed!” I pulled away, his shoulder already healing. A light Dragon head began to appear, resembling the curled horns I had seen in my dream. With each passing second, it became darker. Creed’s hazy eyes looked at me. He was calm, sated, and was not even angry with what I had just done. Creed had asked me if it was all right to mark him, and here I did it without permission. He should be angry with me.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” His finger went up to my lips, trailing it down with his index finger, pulling my bottom lip lightly. His Dragon purred back to mine, eliciting a heavy vibration. My own hear felt sober, sated, calm, and, most of all, love. His happiness sparked the fire back into his dark eyes. Lips curling, he pulled me to his chest, having me lay on his muscular body.

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