A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

She rose just as gracefully as she’d lowered, slinky and sexy. Our breasts jutted, eager to be licked and sucked. Our fingers still played between our thighs, rubbing our clit and eliciting soft moans.

He took a step forward and ripped our hand away. “If you need pleasure, you come to me. I will make sure you are sated and happy at all times.”

Yeah, right, as if that’s feasible, I thought as arousal licked higher.

Just go with it. The dragon is trying to figure out his duty to us. The man will sort all that out. Let’s just agree with everything so I can get that big cock in me.

He stepped closer still, his fingers taking over for hers, rubbing at exactly the right firmness and speed. Exactly like she’d been doing.

I’m now on board for hoping it’s feasible… I thought desperately, sinking into the decadence of his ministrations.

He bent and kissed our lips softly, his fingers moving to our wetness and pushing inside, stroking as his thumb moved against our clit. She whimpered, running our hands up his arms and over his shoulders. He angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting in time with his fingers. His thumb moving.

She tightened her hold around his neck. Stood on tiptoes to get more of that kiss. Our toes curled within the divine sensation; we were lost to the feel of his lips. His fingers. His heat. I wished Nyfain and I were in charge, not our animals. I wanted to take him like this, to lose myself in his body. I didn’t care about the consequences right now. Our stations hadn’t changed, but right now I didn’t care about being a royal side piece. I doubted either of us would ever get a chance to settle down with someone else anyway. My fate would likely be dark, as would his. I wanted a little slice of light before the world started burning.

Something in our middle clicked, like a key turning in a lock. It tugged before sending a shot of hot magma running from him to us. It thrummed within us, and she closed our eyes in utter ecstasy.

His kiss deepened still. One hand gripped the back of our neck and the other moved from between our legs and smoothed down our back and to our butt, pulling us against his hard cock. He ground into us, no room between our bodies for us to grab it and stroke. He walked us backward toward the tree, his lower hand slipping down and cupping our cunt before lifting, two of his fingers dipping inside as he hoisted us up to his waist.

“Such a dainty little thing,” he murmured against our lips, and it was the first time in my entire life I’d ever been called that.

He rammed our back against the tree before leaning in. The bark scratched, fading into the background as his fingers rubbed.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He reached farther, getting our clit and massaging, his kiss dominating.

She groaned into his mouth. Rolled our hips against him.

“Fuck me, Nyfain,” we said, her or I, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter anymore. I was on board with this, and I no longer cared who was leading the charge. It might hurt at first, but he had shown he wouldn’t take it for granted. “Fuck me, now,” my animal said.

“As you command,” he said.

He pulled back, dragging that dull tip through our slick folds. His tongue thrust between our lips as he rocked his hips.

My world stopped turning as his plunge seared into our wet depths. The dull ache competed with the explosion of pleasure. He stretched us full until we couldn’t take any more, not able for his size.

She gripped his shoulders to stop him for a moment, whimpering with the onslaught. All the sensations around us heightened. The rough bark rubbing against our back, his smooth hips under our knees, our tingling lips swollen from his kisses, and the soft, chilled night moving around us. Our body became pliant, our arms looping around his neck.

“You need to take more of me,” he growled, pulling out before thrusting again, working in deeper. “Take all of me, my princess. Take it all.”

Our eyes fluttered closed as she let our head fall back against the tree, relaxing around him. Willing our body to accept his size.

He reached between us and massaged our clit, small movements now, pushing in deeper. Unsatisfied until we’d taken all he had to give and then some. The dull, burning ache morphed into a building pleasure. He kept going, working faster now, working deeper. Nearly fully sheathed.

“That’s right, princess.” He leaned forward, pushing us harder against the tree. His hips moved rhythmically now, rocking forward in steady, firm thrusts. He caged us in, keeping our body put. We couldn’t get away from the burning, delicious onslaught. We didn’t try. “Take it all.”