Her Dragon Captor (Her Dragon King Duet 1)

“No.” I realize the truth of that answer at the same time I say it.

I don’t want to do this. But I also don’t want it to be out of my control.

“Lie down,” I tell him, scooting backward to make room for him on the bed.

He does and it’s a sight to behold. He’s so long, his feet and most of his calves hang off the end of the mattress.

If he wasn’t him, and I wasn’t me, I might feel sorry for him.

As it is, there’s no guilt to be found. Only disgust…but a lot less than I want to feel. And a lot of it directed at myself. Because I already know…

This time I’m not even going to try to run. This time I’m just going to give into the heat. So easily. Too easily.

But then I hesitate when my eyes land on the show going on between his hips. The primary cock lies pulsing on top of his scaled stomach, long and hard. The second one’s squirming again, though, like a wolf’s single dick never would.

I’m suddenly grateful for the bed blankets I pushed away when I sat up to eat. I pull them to the base of his primary cock and leave the other one squirming underneath. I mean what the hell is that second cock even about? What biological purpose could it possibly have—

Another wave of heat throbs through my body, as if to punish me for thinking about stuff that has nothing to do with me fucking this dude.

Okay, never mind. “Let’s get this over with,” I say out loud.

“It did not sound like you were merely getting it over with when you came thrice upon my primary seeder, then fainted as I filled you with my seed,” he points out, in that calmly superior tone of his. So, so infuriating.

“Just lie there,” I grit out. “Don’t talk. Don’t touch me. Don’t say anything. Just come, spike, and get out.”

To my surprise, he doesn’t respond. He just lies with his hands on his sides. Exactly like I asked him to.

Which makes things a little awkward, actually.

I have to brace my hands on his lower torso in order to pull myself up. The pale white scales covering most of his stomach…if I squinted from far away, it would almost look like human skin. But it doesn’t feel like it. His abs are slick and smooth under my thumbs, like liquid glass. They’re not cool to the touch though. His scaled stomach is broiling like there’s a fire burning underneath that I can’t see.

Maybe that’s why his jizz felt so hot. Curious, I let my hands roam over smooth scales.

His entire body trembles, like an earthquake. And his tongue whips out before retracting back in. Exactly like Fensa’s son's did. Though the dragon king’s tongue is round and short, not long and forked.

The secondary dick is squirming even more now underneath my ass. And real talk, it’s not turning me off.

Like at all.

My pussy is sloppy wet now, nasty with need. And when I lift up and set down on top of his insanely large dick, there’s no pain. Just a quick, slick trip to the bottom. I take all of him with a long groan that has nothing to do with discomfort.

Then I start circling my hips in what I want to be detached strokes.

But they’re not. Oh Fenrir wolf, they’re so not. One stroke, two, and by the third stroke I can already feel the fire building.

By the tenth, him just lying there is no longer enough.

My whole body topples onto his. Needing more. Needing his skin against mine. “I changed my mind. Touch me. Oh God, touch me.”

His arms come up in an instant like an automaton suddenly turned on. He envelops me in a crushing hug as his hips start moving between my legs. Deeper, he’s even deeper now and holding me so tight, my clit has no choice but to feel the crazy erotic rub of every stroke.

I immediately come in this new position, gasping for air with broken lungs, my arms and legs flailing like someone trying not to drown. That’s what it feels like though. Like I’m drowning, and I barely manage to keep my head above water as he continues rolling into me from underneath.

“My queen,” he says again. Then both of his hands drop down to my ass cheeks, pulling my hips to him hard, right before his crazy hot cum jets into me.

Okay…okay…it’s done.

I can feel myself calming, that frantic need-to-be-fucked feeling fading away.

But he’s still holding me close. His head curls into my shoulder as his hips continue to pump into me from underneath, even though he’s already released. He doesn’t stop until he spikes inside of me.

He yells out. And the sensation…oh, Fenrir wolf!

I try to resist, but I instantly come again, crying out as a second orgasm lights me up.