His hands knead my cheeks, bringing me back. Yet it still feels like I’m taking his dragon’s body into me. Too much, too large…
“Well?” he taunts. “Do you give up?”
“I’m…” I gasp again, shuddering. “I’m at my breaking point.”
Something rough caresses my back, and I see his tail move beside me. My eyes widen for a stunned moment.
“Excuses,” he accuses, his nails biting into the flesh of my behind.
Shaking my head, I whimper, “Any more and my innocence will tear.”
His eyes narrow. “Tear?”
Searching for relief, I move a little up and down his tip, wincing. “I’ve never been breached before… I’ll tear the first time it happens. I may be a huntress, I may be prepared,” my voice is breathy. “But you’re—you may be too big. I can’t.” I hate the failure in my voice.
I’m barely aware of his body stiffening beneath me while blinking back the tears on my lashes.
And then, when I start to rise, he thrusts his hips up into me, forcing me to take all of him—breaking me. I cry out and drive upward—sparks shoot across my vision—but he clamps my hips with his hands and traps me on to him.
Oh, waters! My head fills with curses.
Pain and pleasure flood my body.
“Now you have been penetrated, human, by me. And only me.”
11
Mating a Human
Strangling tight, gloriously hot and deep, I force myself inside my human disregarding her misgivings.
“You will take me now. You will take me until you are seeded,” I warn. “The mating heat will not end otherwise, and it will only grow worse.”
Aida does not respond.
“The smallest femdragon accepts males twice her size.”
She falls against my chest, hands curled into fists, eyes tightly shut. She shakes deliciously. Supple, enchanting. She tries to move off me again and again, but I keep her mounted, knowing it will ease. I will work her until she eases, I snarl inwardly.
She rubs her slick brow upon my chest. Sitting up, I wrap one of my arms around her and seek her softness, the scent of her flowery sweat.
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
“Shhh. Take it, take me.”
I slowly start caressing her flesh, massaging and petting every place I can reach without shifting her. Soothing her. My instincts win over my need to punish her.
Before long, the tension radiating from her eases at my coaxing. Good, human.
Relax.
My hand pushes down between us, where her core is spread, filled with my thrumming cock, and my fingers discover a strange nub.
She moans and jerks as I pass over it, so I do it again, my cock liking the movement. If she is willing to submit…
I need it. Her submission.
I have lost all, but I can gain this. I want this. For endless years, I have wanted the prize of being chosen by a female, prepared my lonely sapphire caves for a future mate.
Tapping her nub, flicking it, my female’s moans grow—soft and sweet to my ears. My balls rise even higher, the pressure in my loins builds with each sound. I need her to move, to slide her tight sheath over my achingly sensitive human shaft, but I will not force it, instead working more moans out of her.
She will do it herself when she is ready.
Her brow rises from my chest, and the touch of her lips press to the scales on my torso, she dabs her tongue out to taste them, and mindless hunger floods me.
“Aida,” I rasp, against my better judgment, showing her weakness. I rub her nub faster, harder.
Delighting when she flings back and grabs my thighs. Her gasps are music to my ears. Her long hair falls back and tickles my legs.
I like hair, her silky hair, I realize. I like this human softness…
Her core clenches. A little seed shoots into her. “See, human,” I groan. “You accept me. Now prove your skills.” Her nails dig into my legs at my goading.
She lifts herself off me, slowly at first, tensely, then lowers. She does this again several more times, each rise and fall making my teeth grit for control—her tightness a punishment and a pleasure at the same time. But as she continues, her heat and pheromones fill the space between us, and she begins moving faster.
With her head still back, her knees rising where she is straddling, my human finally manages to work herself off my shaft’s girth. Good, human. Guttural noises tear out of me. Aida falls back down on me with a cry. YES!
I cannot help the spurts of seed that streak out with each flutter of her sheath.
“Yes,” I growl when she moves faster, taking me in like the huntress she is. Hunting pleasure.
My human rider.
Not on my back, but on my shaft. Shifting my tail between us, I flick her sensitive nub with my tip. Animalistic noises sound from my throat. Her head flips forward, her dark eyes meet mine, glisteningly wet and squinting with need.
My hands grip her hips hard, slamming her up and down my length. She screams and I do it again, taking over.
Pumping into her, my gaze leaves her shocked expression to her bouncing breasts. Her tits are tight and peaked now, begging for suckling. Another difference between our species I like. Leaning forward, I capture one honey bouncing tit between my lips.
Aida’s hands leave my thighs to claw my back.
I graze my teeth over her.
She scratches me. It is not enough.
My thrusting grows faster. I want to break her in two, need to feel her strangle me and pull out my seed. She is no longer able to keep up with my speed and lets me take over.
I get my submission.
Using her soft yet lean little body, jerking, shunting upward while I force her hard down all to my pleasure. Her cries spur me on. Her arousal grows in
