Page 25 of The Sacrifice

I give it to her, “So fucking good, pet. My cock loves your cunt. I’m going to fuck you harder now because I know you can take it, little one. Whatever happened to you before, it couldn’t destroy your spirit. This won’t either, will it?”

She squeezes around me. Fuck! And drops her head onto my shoulder, shaking her head. “Good girl,” I commend her. “My sweet, dirty pet.” She clenches again, presses her lips to my skin, and I smirk, understanding she prefers the “pet” nickname I’ve chosen for her more than “girl”.

More flames lick at our flesh. Smoke wafts from my pores, from my nostrils. The ink upon her skin swirls in chaotic patterns. A layer of scales glitters upon my body. Black as a moonless night but with familiar emerald tips—and a gold luster.

I fuck her. Harder. Will more scales. More fire. The thought of using my power against her for her has me pounding so furiously into her, I feel my release thundering upon me. With every thrust, her cute, pert tits bounce against my lower chest. As my vision blackens, I lean down, rub my thumb across one sore nipple, and whisper, “Scream.”

My scales drag along her inner walls, inflaming the wet, heated flesh. Her pussy tightens, she throws her head back. And screams my name as commanded.

“Drago!”

That wail of unchecked ecstasy is what darkens my vision and tears my release right through me. Fire surges from my skin, twirling into a vortex like a gods-damned pillar of flame. This little woman’s essence, her spirit is strong enough to bear it, to act as a trigger and a conduit.

All my muscles jerk and spasm, and I grip her little body to mine, digging my fingers into her back where more scars decorate her skin. “Fuck!” I growl, my lungs unleashing one great, deep breath as I spill my seed into her.

And as she falls against me and my cock pulses in the aftermath of pleasure, her eyes roll to their ceilings. Judging by the way she’s still clenching, that orgasm is still rippling through her. A final squeeze of her hot pussy before it finally gives soft, little sighs around my cock. But Tessie falls against me. Passed out, utterly spent. Taking pride in that, I remain where I am, seated inside her drenched depths.

At some point, we ended up on the floor, where a layer of ash coats the stone. Cinders lap at the walls, the scorched husk of a bed. Nothing but the scent of smoke and flame in the air. Regardless, I don’t care to move. Instead, I grab the wool throw draped over the back frame and cover her with it.

Post-coital cuddles are not normally my thing, but with how adorable she is nestled against my chest, and how she’s the first girl in thousands of years, I make an exception. And drift off as soon as I close my eyes.

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Dragomir...a long-distant but familiar voice prowls into my mind.

At once, I know I must be dreaming because I haven’t heard this voice in centuries. Not even during the crazed fever of Hollow Night.

I want to growl at him for disturbing my rest, for invading my dreams, but I’m so fused to him, he doesn’t allow me to disrespect or taunt him. Once I try to move, to shift my arms to feel the little woman in my arms, shockwaves burst through me. I howl from pure panic. Terror rips through my intestines. Because I’m fucking paralyzed. And I know exactly why. For centuries, I’ve chased him, hunted him down in the dark places of the Waste. I’ve taken blades to my body, burrowing through flesh and bone to ignite him. Thrown myself off mountains in this desolate land, hoping he would spread his wings, so we could fly together as we always have.

To be fused and imprisoned with my dragon is the purest and most unconditional and glorious form of freedom in the known and unknown worlds. Especially when we fly.

What the hell are you doing? I bellow and claw my way back to the center of our shared mind, back to the region of touch. Now, I know why he shoved me so far back. I yell at the blackguard but can’t help but chuckle because she’s pure bliss wrapped around our dragon cock. Squeezing us like a gods-damned vice. But still passed out upon our body. Not simply my body any longer.

We awoke. Inside her, he purrs, ruffling our scales, and I spread my lips into a grin, nodding.

It's been too long, my friend.

Indeed.

He lowers our dragon head with its impregnable bone skull to sniff at Tessie’s hair that is like moon silk in this darkness. She’s so exhausted that when she stirs, she doesn’t even know human arms no longer hold her. Though they are tucked against our body, our wings consume half the tower, rubbing the walls. Our body takes up the other. Bed utterly destroyed by our force.

And this sweet half-ghost girl is but a milky gray flower against our scaled underbelly. As I shared with her, I don’t want the pretty bud that blooms all spring—simply to wither from a chilled breath of wind. I want the winter rose with thorns like swords that can push through frost and ice.

She’s already pushed her way through my soul. Forged a path through pain and blood and fire. And roused my dragon to life after he was cursed to sleep inside me. Fuck, I love the feel of her skin with all its scars curled up against our scales. The wool throw has fallen to gather around her hips, baring her upper half to us. Pretty little dusky rose tits pressed to our scales. Her body is soft, but her skin is a fucking work of art. I admire how her tattoos curl and twist into intricate whorls all over her form, how she reclaimed her scars in such a way. Sleeping so peacefully, she doesn’t register the enormous dragon cock lodged inside her.

Oh, she will feel it later, we snort in smug triumph. Soon, we will need to return to our human form. It’s not the best time for her to wake up and find our dragonhood penetrating her. And I must tell my brothers.

But for now, I curl my neck around her body. My bone skull alone spans half her form. She shifts, easing a soft sigh from her nose, and we tense. Until she moans and snuggles up closer to our belly, her legs trying to squeeze in vain from the massive, ridged member between them.

She must never leave the Waste. She must never leave us.

So, when I observe the Shadow in the corner of the room, still and silent, I growl as is my right and inform them, “She is mine to possess and protect now. Get the fuck out of my castle.”

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"It's Not Polite to Stalk, Creepy Vampire."

QUINTESSA

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