A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

Excitement flurried within her, and a little bit of fear fanned higher within me.

We lowered gracefully to the ground, our hands sliding down his large thighs and then up, cupping his balls and taking his large cock in hand. He bent his knees a little, to make sure we weren’t straining to reach, and then ran his fingers along our temple before tangling them in our hair.

This time my excitement matched my animal’s, with no reservations. I’d done this before. I’d taken his monstrous cock all the way in and chin-bumped his balls. I’d liked the rough treatment. I’d known I could handle it.

Bring on the face fucking—I was all in. Which was good, since I wasn’t actually the one in control.

She licked around the tip and flicked our tongue across the slit, lifting the precum and swallowing it down. He groaned in approval. She sucked in the tip as she massaged his balls, swirling our tongue around the tip again as she backed off. Then she blew softly, the opposite of what he was surely expecting.

His body went taut. That mighty form stood above us, hands in our hair, braced to fuck, one solid wall of muscle. His fingers slowly gripped, a hard, immovable hold, taking our face prisoner. His hips inched forward a little, rubbing against our closed lips.

“Hmm, yes,” he breathed as she let him in oh so slowly, building up the anticipation, and then squeezing his balls tightly for some reason to make him suck in a pained breath and back off. His chuckle was dark and approving. “My alpha,” he said. “My princess.”

He wasn’t using the name the way Nyfain the man used to, with condescension. The dragon’s tone was reverent.

He pushed in harder, though she slightly resisted, forcing his way in, scraped by our teeth for his efforts. He must’ve known it would happen but obviously didn’t care. He growled with feeling but didn’t stop, hitting the back of our throat. She squeezed his balls, then twisted to force him back out.

“Fuck,” he bit out.

What the fuck are you two doing? I said, bewildered. You want to suck his dick. We both do. Why are you biting and twisting his balls? This is weird.

It is a dance. He wants the pain. Because of his cock size and your relative inexperience, he knows he’ll hurt us when he penetrates our pussy. He doesn’t plan to give any pain that he won’t readily take himself, my animal explained, and given what he was forcing on himself, that didn’t make me feel any better. He is a dragon of honor. We’ve chosen well.

What’s this we stuff? I didn’t choose a damn thing.

Don’t be dumb.

I intended to keep arguing, but the dragon pumped forward again, his cock scraping down through our teeth to the back of our throat. My animal still didn’t let him through, backing him off again, sucking as she did. I watched in horror as she twisted his balls in a hard grip. Most men would’ve started singing in soprano, but he kept on, taking it.

He released the pressure on our head, giving us a chance to do this properly (finally, for fuck’s sake!). She took the base of his cock and sucked him down, massaging his balls instead of cutting off his baby supply. He hit the back of our throat, and she loosened up, gagging around that huge cock and continuing on anyway. Out and back she took him, getting into the rhythm. Feeling our lust rise as his sounds of pleasure drifted down around us.

She pulled our hands off his cock and balls and ran them up his outer thighs before curving around to grab his muscular butt. I didn’t need to speak shifter to know what that meant. I geared up for it, excitement and desire running through me, remembering doing this with Nyfain. Remembering how much I fucking loved drawing out his pleasure.

He growled and slammed his hips forward. She clutched his ass, taking his onslaught deep. He pulled out as she sucked, then drove in again, picking up the pace. He angled our head and thrust downward, his balls slapping against our chin. Tears dripped from our eyes as she worked, sucking and gagging and owning his cock, knowing at any moment she could clamp our teeth down and severely ruin his life.

His pelvis crashed against our face as he fucked our mouth with hard, greedy thrusts. She reached down with one hand and fingered our pussy, adding to the pleasure of the rough, dominating treatment.

With a snarl, he ripped himself away, breathing heavily, the tip of his dick leaking just a little. He’d gone to the edge and stopped, tit for tat. He’d done it to us, and so he’d accepted the hardship for himself as well.

“Stand,” he growled, still breathing hard, his fists clenched. He gritted his teeth, clearly fighting for control so that he didn’t come.