Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
The dragon lord lies me down on the forest floor and tenderly snugs the bindings tighter, not looser. He brings my knees up toward my chest, and he pulls my pants down, baring the curve of my punished ass.
“You have taken a lot of discipline,” he murmurs. “You have gotten into a great deal of trouble with me, haven’t you?” He smooths his palm over my ass in a gesture that makes the heat disperse and the ache settle deeper into my flesh.
I want him. I might be sore, and I might feel sorry for myself, but Ornix’s charisma and dominance are so compelling. I’ve never had anybody be what he has been, someone who cares what I do, and holds me accountable for it. He is truly my master.
That knowledge makes me feel soft and wet. I need him inside me. I want him to make me spread around his incredibly thick cock.
His hand keeps moving back and forth over my rear, down my thighs, and moves to snug the ropes tighter around my legs in a way that keeps my knees up to my chest. I am exposed only in part. In the strategic, wet, needy part he must claim.
I moan softly as he reaches out and touches the outer lips of my pussy, stroking them with quiet, sensual intensity. I am not in pain as I imagined I would be. I am sensitive, but I am already deeply aroused.
“There’s something different in you,” I say.
“I do not want to hurt you for the sake of hurting you. The only time I ever cause you pain will be when it is truly for your own good.”
He slides one finger inside me, testing my interior.
“You are more physically resilient than I imagined,” he says. “I thought you would be much more damaged, but you have taken every bit of punishment you earned. Look at this pretty wet pussy. Look at this delicious desire coating my finger.”
Ornix draws his finger out of me and holds it up to my lips, sliding it slowly into my mouth.
I taste myself. But not just myself. I taste him, too. We taste good together. My tongue wraps around his finger as I take every drop he just offered me, not a hint of resistance as he slowly draws it out between my lips.
“You make me far harder than anyone,” he growls. “You are an absolutely incredible mate, and I am relieved to have found you. You do not know how many years I have waited to feel this way, and to share myself the way I am sharing now, to breed one who is worthy, and matched.”
His praise makes me glow. I did not think that there was any way he would ever say something nice to me while I was in the midst of all this rebellion, but he is letting me know that he does see me, he wants me, and all this roughness is not for its own sake.
“Do you want me, Melissa? Are you ready to take my gift?”
His fingers go back to my pussy, now sliding down around and over my clit, teasing the bud until I would be writhing—if my hips could move. I am trapped in these ropes. There is no way out of them. Not this time.
“Tell me you want it,” he says. “Tell me you want to be bred.”
“Please,” I whimper. “Breed me.”
“Yes,” he growls, his energy shifting to become even more primal, even more sexual. The soft, kind words start to evaporate and are replaced by sounds that aren’t coherent and yet I still understand them.
He picks me up in my bound state, leans back against a tree, and he proceeds to use me like a tied-up fuck toy, lowering me onto his cock in one long, slow, deliciously aching motion.
I feared this breeding. I thought it was going to hurt, that he would tear the last bit of innocence from me, turn intimacy into a horror. But he has not done that. He has made this the most romantic encounter so far.
I can’t move; all I can do is take being used.
He draws me back and forth on that dragon cock of his, using the slow motion to torture my poor pussy with his thickness and scaled ridges. It is truly erotically monstrous, and there is absolutely no escape, not from the stretching that makes me feel as though I surely could not be made to take any more, to the grinding of my clit that demands my orgasm.
“Does it hurt, little human?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good,” he growls. “You were disobedient. You made this harder than it needed to be, and now I am deep inside you, aren’t I? Showing your pussy what your mind cannot bring you to accept—that you are mine, in every way that counts, and this tight little hole is going to be bred as often as I see fit.”