Dragon in the Dark (Kindred Tales)

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Iyanna couldn’t believe her pussy was able to take so much, but it felt amazing! She could feel Dra’vik’s Knot swelling just inside her pussy mouth, tying the two of them together, knotting her firmly to him so that there was no escape.

This is it, she thought to herself. There’s no stopping it now—he’s going to bond me to him for life…going to breed me and make me pregnant with his baby. He’s going to—

And then the swelling stopped and she felt a sharp little sting deep inside her.

“Oh!” she gasped, but she didn’t have time to say more before the pleasure started. It was like an orgasm, but deeper, somehow, because it came from inside. At any rate, it was extremely pleasurable, as was the deep pulling sensation she felt.

Was this it? Were the hormones he had injected her with really causing her to ovulate? Usually when Iyanna ovulated, she didn’t actually feel it, it simply made her horny. Now the feeling of Dra’vik’s body causing her to become fertile made her moan with unexpected pleasure.

“Good, you’re feeling it, aren’t you, little girl?” he growled, gripping her hips to hold her in place.

“Yes.” Iyanna nodded. “Yes, I…I feel it.”

“Let me know when you feel the next part,” Dra’vik told her. “Because I can feel myself getting ready to come—getting ready to seed your womb, little girl.”

“Yes!” Iyanna moaned again. And then she felt it—like he said, it was almost like another mouth opening deep inside her—opening to suck at the head of his cock, which was pressed against it, waiting for an invitation inside.

In her mind, she pictured a pair of lips parting to suck the tip of his crown, welcoming what was to come.

“Oh Gods, little girl—do you feel it?” Dra’vik groaned. “Your soft little pussy is opening for me—your womb is thirsty for my seed.”

“I feel it,” Iyanna told him. “Do it, Dra’vik—come inside me. Breed me!”

With a low groan, he gripped her hips even harder and then she felt his shaft swelling even thicker. At last, a hot spurt shot deep inside her—his seed, filling her womb.

Breeding me—oh God, he’s really breeding me! she thought deliriously. Filling my pussy with his seed, making me pregnant, making me his!

And then his Breeding Barb must have injected her again because she was coming, coming harder than she ever had in her life, her pussy sucking at the tip of his spurting cock so deep inside her, begging for more of his seed, begging him to fill her completely, to bond her to him and never let her go…

“That’s right—never gonna let you go, little girl,” she heard his low, growling voice say. But this time, instead of speaking in her ear, Dra’vik was speaking in her head. She could actually hear him talking with her mind, she realized!

“Does…does this mean we’re bonded now?” she sent, testing out the new mental link herself.

“Yes, little girl, we are. But I’m not quite done breeding you—this is going to take a little while.”

Iyanna nodded as, finally, the intense pleasure of the breeding orgasm subsided. It left her breathless, and there was still a current of pleasure running through her—it was just more like a stream instead of a tidal wave.

“Now what?” she somehow managed to ask aloud. “What’s next?”

“Going to keep my shaft deep in your pussy for a little while.” Dra’vik’s deep voice was hoarse—the orgasm had clearly been intense for him too. “That keeps my seed deep in your womb so you don’t lose any of it. And very soon, you’re going to feel the baby growing.”

“I…I will?” She looked down at her belly expectantly.

“You will,” he said firmly. Gently, he stroked her shoulders and arms and hips and thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that, little girl? I can’t believe how brave you are, letting me bond you and breed you like this.”

“I’m not that brave—I just know I want to be with you forever,” Iyanna told him simply, sending the message through their new link. “And if this is what it takes, well, I’m good with that.”

“You’re more than good,” Dra’vik growled softly. He leaned down and kissed her again, his big, warm hands still moving all over her body. “You’re fucking perfect, little girl.”

Iyanna was about to reply, but then she felt a feeling of fullness—almost like someone was blowing up a balloon deep inside her body.

But it wasn’t that impersonal, she thought. It was more like something beautiful and fragile was growing—a little flower budding and blooming and unfurling its leaves as it sprouted upwards.

“Oh,” she whispered, looking down at her belly. “Oh, Dra’vik, I can feel it—I can feel him! He’s growing inside me!”

As she watched, her belly began to become more rounded, swelling gently but surely as the life within her took root and grew. A whole new feeling of love engulfed her—it was like her heart had grown another chamber, Iyanna thought—there was a new little life inside her and suddenly her love for that little life was overflowing.