Page 86 of The Exiled Dragon

The path continued upwards, higher above our cave until we came to a small cliff. It was the same height as the beautiful palace that was further down the beach. “I thought you might like this view.” Creed pulled out the bag he was carrying. It wasn’t filled with the fruits and vegetables I had been munching on, but with meat.

I wanted to turn my nose up at it. I didn’t enjoy eating just meat and had grown accustomed to the Elven and Fae food being brought. “I know you don’t like it,” he whispered. “But… your scales have come out and you need the meat to fill your Dragon. It will make a smoother transition. That’s what my mother always told me, anyway.” Creed pulled out a fresh cut of meat, and it was raw. Some blood was dripping off the parchment paper onto the thick, deep purple grass we were sitting on.

A stiff wind flew past us, and my nose caught a whiff of the raw steak. It didn’t smell repulsive, like when I had smelled it while he ate raw meat many times before. In fact, it made my Dragon push me towards the smell, having me hover over it while he cut it. “See, your Dragon needs it.”

“You are treating me like a baby. I mean fledgling,” I corrected myself.

He grinned at that, cutting the meat into bite-sized pieces. “You haven’t grown up with Dragons, so of course I’ll treat you like a fledgling. I want my mate strong, and this will get you there.” I eyed the meat suspiciously. The blood dripping from his fingers would normally gross me out, but the smell had me eyeing it carefully.

“Come on, one big bite, get it over with.” Going to pick it up with my fingers, he pulled it away.

“Let me feed you,” he muttered. “It’s what mates do.” I bit my lip. If I saw a couple on Earth doing this, I would have laughed my ass off, but it was hard to resist his puppy dog eyes.

My lips went around his fingers, sucking the meat into my mouth. Chewing slowly at first, my tastebuds blasted to life. It didn’t taste raw at all. The texture was smooth, and the blood gave it a sweet tang I would have never tasted before. I nodded my head, covering my mouth. “It’s good!” Creed cut more pieces, continuing to feed me.

Once we were done, my belly was full, and my body felt rejuvenated. “You are further along than I thought.” Creed held my back to his front as we watched the birds fly over the sea.

“What do you mean?” Looking down at my arm, the white dots had now turned to beautiful white, radiant scales, my nails back into those beautiful purple claws. “Oh, my gosh!” I sat up, Creed only pulling me back.

“Your Dragon wanted meat the past few days. That is why you were so exhausted.” Creed’s finger trailed up and down my arm, trying to calm me.

“W-when will it happen?” I panicked. My dress that only reached to my mid-thigh flew upwards, exposing my underwear. Pushing it down quickly, Creed’s finger trailed back up the inner part of my leg.

“Not now.” His lips kissed the shell of my ear. “She’s waiting.”

“Waiting?” I tilted my head back, looking into my Dragon’s eyes. “Waiting for what?”

“For my rut to be over.” My Dragon’s lips pressed firmly to mine, his tongue seeking the warmth of my mouth. He had me flipped over so quickly, I didn’t have time to get dizzy. The overhanging willow tree covered us from the skies of any wandering eyes, his member pushing into my slightly bruised core.

“Do you still hurt?” he growled into my mouth. I shook my head. It doesn’t hurt anymore now that you’ve got yourself making me a hot mess! “Your mouth to me is erotic around my shaft, but I want to sheath myself into you, feel your warmth around my cock.”

Heckers he’s using those words! What happened to the beast!?

“I want to fuck your pussy.” His hips dipped, rubbing his leather on the thin fabric of my undergarments. I swear a puddle pooled right there into the grass as he chuckled into my ear, kissing down my neck. “You say you like my words, but I hear your heart quicken when I use yours.” He nipped my neck.

“I-I like both?” I questioned myself. “H-how did you go so long not needing to… you know?” His kisses became bites on my collarbone as my breath flowed over his tough skin.

“Tea,” he growled. His face trailed down between my legs, moving the undergarment to the side, licking my delicate bundle of nerves.

“What is up with the tea around here?” My voice shook. Creed had my undergarments down in an instant, his cock already pulled out of his leather pants.

“It’s supposed to last longer,” he groaned, fisting himself. “I thought we would have the afternoon to sit and bathe in the light.” His hand rubbed his cock, his leaky faucet now dripping all over my leg.

“I’m not complaining.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Although it looks suspicious that you made me wear a dress and all,” I said, digging my new claws into his butt. He pushed forward, entering quickly. Creed moved his cock up and down in my cave. My body squeezed, feeling the sweet burn of his shaft rubbing inside me.

“You just feel so good,” he growled. “I need it like I need air.” My legs wrapped around him, my hips rolling with his. I swear if someone sees us, I just might die. We were on a cliff and our groans and grunts were echoing down to the beach.

“Harder, Prince Charming.” I leaned my head to the side, his fangs piercing my mark. He was a biter and the shot of adrenaline coming from his venom had my Dragon growling back at him. My Dragon pushed forward, rolling Creed to his back in surprise. I rocked my hips, gripping his chest muscles with my claws.

“Odessa, gods!” Pushing my claws deeper into him, his grip tightened on my hips.

Creed pulled the string of the front corset dress that kept my breasts hidden. Pulling it apart, he swiftly sat up, sucking my nipple. Wrapping my arms around his head to balance myself, pushing him deeper into my chest, I rode him wit a fury I had never felt. We both moaned each other’s name, whispering, “I love you’s” at the same time. The warmth of his cum coated me, making the scales sit straight up on my body. As he relaxed, my pleasure was still happening, my climax didn’t stop.

It continued to build higher and higher until a deep purple plume of smoke gathered around our bodies. I was on too much of a high to realize the extent of what was happening. Creed groaned, laying me on the ground, the pleasure still spiking. My back arched as I screamed for mercy.

Cool scales trickled down my arms, legs and torso; a frightening roar left my throat.

“That’s it. Keep going, you are doing great.” Creed’s words of comfort seeped into my ears. His large hands never left my torso as he nuzzled me while the smoke surrounded us. Lightning burst forth from the cloud, sparks of silver dust gathered around my body.

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