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)
She is so sweet, so small, so young, and I am ancient, dangerous, and made to claim and devour creatures like her. As she settles, I begin to move in long strokes that pleasure her inner self in more ways than one. I wonder how deeply she feels this claiming, if she knows my touch is far more than skin deep. I wonder if she feels the bonds of my ownership locking around her soul, or if she will fight them the way humans often do when they do not understand the full magnitude of their surrender.
Melissa
Mr. Ornix’s cock is inside me, tearing away my virginity, leaving me ravaged and panting and soaked with need. I have never been fucked before, though I know what a cock looks like. The harder and longer he fucks me, the more it feels as though there are scales inside me, ridged plates stretching me open with friction and intense pleasure.
I see his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall opposite the table. He’s not a man anymore. I am not being fucked by a person. Instead there is huge, scaled creature crouched over me, long dark hair flowing from a head that is covered in what I can only describe as dragon skin.
I let out a panicked scream and try to bolt up, but he presses me back down, catching my hands and pinning them out in front of me in one of his big, taloned grips that no longer look remotely human. They are twice the size they were before, nails long and black like claws, and more of those glittering gold scales that seem to cover every inch of him.
I don’t know where the suit went, but I can see the way his bare, scaled torso ripples over me as his cock continues to plunge in and out of me, a forked tongue escaping his mouth, almost as if it is tasting the air, and me.
A monster is ravaging me, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I scream over his dining table, gripping for traction and finding none as his hands clamp me in place and his cock surges inside me over and over.
“Shhhh,” he settles me. “Shhh, little one. Relax. Let it happen. Your body knows how to do this. You were made to take me. Relax.”
I whimper.
“What are you?”
“I am your master. I am your mate.”
Those are not true answers to the question I was really asking, and he knows it, but how can I interrogate him when his powerful hips keep rolling forward, thrusting inside my pussy, using every inch of my freshly deflowered hole?
Ornix
She’s so sweet and scared. I tried to hold my human form, but it is impossible to do that when I am truly mating, truly claiming. That is when my dragonkin form asserts itself, complete with bigger, thicker, scaled cock capable of delivering mating seed.
“You’re safe,” I murmur reassuringly, her red-hot curvy cheeks shaking every time I plunge my rod inside her, her slick inner walls stretching and taking every stroke with an eager submission that delights and enthralls me.
She was made for this, made to be stretched around my cock. I will be breeding her. I will be filling her with my most potent seed, and she will swell for me.
I have known her for mere hours and yet I know in my soul that she was meant to be mine. It is rare that what is made in the human world is also meant for the dragon realm, but every now and then our bloodlines must be refreshed.
She will be the mother of whelps of a nature like our world has never seen. I can already sense her strength, trapped as it is in this human form that emphasizes softness and breed-ability.
The fines that got her in so much trouble were the final key. I knew then that she was not only sweet, beautiful, and pleasing, but that she had true fire in her, the potential for chaos and rebellion. No dragon can come forth from the womb of an entirely agreeable woman. I have been searching for wildness and strength to meet mine.
“Settle,” I growl. “Settle down and take my seed.”
She is still whimpering with aroused fear, but there is no holding back now. All of nature demands I give her the potent load meant for her bare pussy.
I pull out for a moment, just long enough to turn her over onto her back, so I can look down into her sweet face and she can be mesmerized by the strangeness of mine. She looks so scared, but the way her cunt grips me as I slide back inside her tells me that she wants this, needs this, would be bereft without this.
I let my fingers drift down to her clit and I rub around that greedy little bud, coaxing her toward orgasm. I want to feel her tight human hole milking me. I want to feel her desperation and her need for me. I want her to admit with every internal contraction of those tight muscles that she wants to be filled to the brim with potent, ancient dragon semen.