Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Within the hallways, the Nethral were waiting. The beings stood along the walls—tall, thin creatures with smooth skin that came in shades of deepest black, pure white, or burning red. They had no hair or eyebrows. Only sleek bald heads and sharp, intelligent eyes that watched everything.
They were servants, loyal to the dragons, and bound to them by ancient magic and older oaths.
When Pyrran stepped into the hallway, every single one of them dropped to the floor. Foreheads pressed to stone. Arms spread wide in supplication.
"Sire," they whispered in unison.
Pyrran walked past them without slowing. "Prepare two rooms at the castle. Guest chambers. I'm bringing visitors back."
"Yes, sire." Their voices echoed down the hallway. "Yes, sire. Yes, sire."
He kept walking through the corridors. Down the wide stone steps. Past more treasure. More Nethral bowing as he passed.
He didn't stop until he reached the cavern.
It was massive. A cathedral carved into the heart of the mountain. The ceiling stretched so high it disappeared into shadow. And in the center of it all was the lake—dark water that reflected the golden veins in the stone above.
Pyrran stood at the edge and took a breath.
Please. . .let this work. I can’t be so close to Sol and not touch her. She’s my mate, just as much as she is Korin’s.
Then he began to shift.
It started in his bones.
A crack.
A stretch.
His spine elongated, vertebrae multiplied as his body grew to an enormous size.
His skin rippled and then scales pushed through the flesh.
His hands twisted and expanded. Fingers lengthening. Huge claws erupting from the tips—curved and wicked-sharp.
His face reshaped itself. Jaw extending. Teeth sharpening into fangs.
Wings tore from his back. Massive. Membranous. Each beat sending gusts of wind across the lake.
And his beast’s cock swelled and hardened as the shift completed.
Heavy.
Aching.
Ready.
His beast yearned to go in there and take Sol’s body with no permission and no mercy.
We cannot.
The beast threw his head back and roared. The sound echoed through the cavern, shaking the walls and sending ripples across the lake.
Korin’s voice entered his mind. Where are you going, brother?
Pyrran crouched. His muscles coiled. His power gathered in his haunches. I am going to do something that will make her love me.
Korin went quiet and did what he always did. He rummaged through Pyrran’s thoughts finding all the answers he needed. Aww. That could work.
Pyrran launched himself into the air. It must.
His wings caught the updraft, and he shot through the opening in the cavern ceiling.
Out into the night sky.
Into the cold darkness where he belonged.
And he flew toward forgiveness.
Korin’s final words slipped into his mind. Be safe, brother.
Chapter forty-four
Cock
Sol
In Sol's dream, Korin ruled the sky in full beast form.
Monstrous.
Lethal.
His dragon bulk sprawled across the clouds, slabs of muscle heaving under shimmering scales. His cock reared from his armored underbelly—thicker than her waist, longer than her whole trembling body— ridged like knotted bone and barbed with thick, fleshy protrusions that oozed thick ropes of golden pre-cum, dripping in heavy, musky strands.
Fully swollen.
Throbbing violently.
Veins pulsing.
Sol was stripped bare, skin already flushed and slick with sweat.
Korin’s massive talons clamped around her waist and thighs—sharp enough to draw pinpricks of blood—and he used her like a pleasure toy, dragging her sopping cunt up and down his grotesque length.
Her fevered skin ignited at every drag; every barbed ridge scraped over her clit, split her swollen lips, threatened to rip her open.
“Oh, Korin!! Your love blade!!”
He growled, and the sound vibrated through her bones as he smeared her dripping mess along his shaft, coating the scales in her creamy arousal and his own leaking golden precum until the whole monstrous cock glistened obscenely.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Her pussy ached to be forced open and throbbing harder with each ridge that battered her entrance without mercy.
The clouds swirled and shimmered above as thunder boomed.
Sol bucked and sobbed, hips grinding shamelessly, trying to impale herself deeper, but it would be impossible. His cock was too big—her entrance could barely kiss the fattest ridge, fluttering helplessly against unyielding scale.
His golden eyes burned brighter as he relished in her erotic destruction—the tears cutting through flushed cheeks, the tremor in her thighs, the shameless grind of her hips as she tried to take more than her body could bear.
The air reeked of sex—her sweet musk, his smoky, animal heat, the wet slap of flesh on scale.
Korin's beast roared. The sound shook the clouds, and he ground her wet body harder against the fattest ridge of his cock, forcing her clit to ride it until she screamed.
“Ohhh!!!” Sol’s answering cry was raw, broken—wild surrender, begging to be ruined, split, filled until she burst. “Korin!"
Groaning, he moved her even faster.
Harder.
And then his beast’s cock erupted. Molten, thick ropes burst from the slit in heavy pulses, painting his length, splattering her face, breasts, belly—drenching her completely.
She gasped as hot cum flooded her mouth when she opened it to scream, the salty-metallic taste mixing with her own musk, marking her inside and out.