Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I want to be inside her. My cock is throbbing with a perverse kind of need. I promised myself I’d never fall prey to the charms of a human female ever since I saw the way the other one made Thorn go soft in the head. But I feel a primal draw that is impossible to ignore. Every instinct in my body tells me I need to dominate and mate this woman. Maybe it is some kind of ancestral warning — these humans are dangerous, but if they are contained they are less of a threat.
Pulling my fingers from that hot little hole, I lift her up, using her sore little ass as a grip by which to raise her up against me.
I have already freed my cock from the confines of the leather-tied pants that keep me decent. It has been throbbing and twitching with need, shadowing my thoughts with its demands. I know better than to do this. I know better than to allow whatever human magic is at work here to charm me into mating this woman. I should take her to the cells. I should lock her away. I should…
She makes a soft whimpering sound, her wide, round eyes looking up at me with what I sense must be a rare moment of wanton vulnerability. She wants this. She wants it every bit as badly as I do. I shouldn’t give her what she wants. She’s been such a bad captive.
But maybe she will be a good fuck toy.
It has been a long time since I mated with any females of any species. I have devoted myself to the running of Grave City and the punishing of those who deserve it. My little home collection is nothing compared to what I have down at the Halls of Bones. I will be taking her down there shortly, but for now, I think I am about to do something very rare: what I want to do and not what I should do.
She is dripping with need as I lift her soft, tender form aloft and sink her down onto my cock. It is an easier and more natural motion than I imagined. She opens up around the head of my rod in a hot, buttery welcome. The inner walls that gripped my fingers now stretch tight around the flared flesh entering her.
I watch her eyes go wide, her mouth making an O of surprise as her body submits to mine. I know that she was not made for a thick saurian mating rod. I can feel her internal muscles clenching and stretching at the same time as she takes my scaled cock.
I cannot stop looking into her bright blue eyes. I see eons there. I feel eternity wrapping around me just as surely as I feel her hot body wrapped around my dick. I know in that instant, this human is my mate. There is no doubt about it.
My kind can dally in all kinds of sexual affairs like any other kind of saurian. But when we mate, we do so for life. It is a trait that comes with the wings. I was starting to doubt that I would ever find my mate. Too many interludes with too many females had led me to think that the best thing I could feel was the release of my seed. I was wrong.
This connection with this defiant, wet, hot little human who looks at me with fiery passion is something I have never experienced before. It feels like the entirety of my being, every part of my soul is being awoken. I feel a rush of tenderness and of lust at the same time. I want to possess her. I want to dominate her. I want to make her mine in every sense, so she knows that there will never, ever be another male for her.
Raine
Avel is fucking me. He’s stretching me wider than I knew I could go. I’ve never been a size queen, never thought a big cock mattered. It fucking matters.
“Harder,” I moan.
Every bit of dominant treatment makes me crave him all the more. My body is making its own demands. I can tell he is being careful. I can tell he is holding back. I don’t want him to. I want him to take me with everything he is and has. It is like falling all over again, but this time I don’t want to be caught. This time I want the gravity of his love to claim me.
He drives inside me harder, rougher, wrapping both arms and wings around me as he holds me atop him and uses me the way I am begging to be used.
Usually it’s hard for me to orgasm during sex. I’ve always said I can’t come from penetration. Turns out that was a fucking lie. I just needed to be rutted by a beast with scales and wings. I needed to be thoroughly dominated, punished, and made to obey. I needed to become submissive to the will of the male pounding me, demanding not only that I give him my body, but that I give him my orgasm too. Coming is not optional with Avel. It is biologically fucking mandatory.