Dragon [Claimed]

 

Claimed

Kenji

 

Is she really going to. . ?

She leaned down.

I expected her mouth on mine. Expected a kiss. Expected the softness that came after a woman made her point and was ready to reward.

Instead, she pressed her lips to my shoulder—right where the muscle curved into my neck.

And bit.

Hard.

“Oh fuck.”

She moaned and sank her teeth through my skin.

"FUCK!" I surged off the slab. My spine arched and every muscle in my body locked. The pain was sharp, bright, and immediate— a clean, vicious pressure that broke through the haze of subspace and dragged me to the surface by my throat.

“O-oh. . .T-tora. . .”

And she didn't let go.

Her jaw clenched tighter. Her teeth pressed deeper. I could feel the skin give— that wet, hot pop of tissue splitting under pressure. “Ohhhh. . .”

Blood welled up around her mouth and ran warm down my collarbone.

She was marking me.

The way I'd marked her.

Pressing her claim into my flesh the same way I'd pressed mine into hers.

“What are. . .you doing to me. . .T-tora?”

And something happened that I didn't expect.

While her teeth were still buried in my shoulder, she lowered her hips and that wet pussy found the head of my cock.

“Yes, Tora. . .yes. . .”

She sank down onto me in one slow, devastating slide.

A guttural animalistic sound clawed its way from my throat.

The twin sensations collided like warring gods—her teeth breaking my flesh and her slick heat swallowing my cock.

My consciousness fractured.

Pain bled into pleasure until I couldn't tell where the agony ended and the ecstasy began. They consumed each other, birthing something monstrous and divine that surged through my veins like liquid fire.

My vision didn't just white out—it shattered into crimson fragments as a roar erupted from somewhere beneath my soul, vibrating through stone below me and the wood above.

My right hand tore the restraint right from the stone.

The leather snapped like thread. I heard it rip and then my hand was free—fingers splayed, shaking, reaching for her on pure instinct.

But I couldn't use it.

The bite had shoved me so deep into my head that my arm felt like it belonged to someone else. My hand hovered in the air beside her body, trembling, unable to close the distance.

The world was liquid, golden, and spinning.

I was conscious enough to know I'd broken free and too far gone to do anything about it.

She bottomed out on my cock.

Tora!

Every inch of me was inside her—thick, swollen, buried to the hilt. Her walls clenched around me so tight I could feel her pulse through the shaft.

My cock throbbed inside her and she squeezed back, and for three seconds we stayed locked together, her teeth in my shoulder and my cock in her pussy and neither of us breathing.

Then she lifted her head.

I saw my blood on her mouth.

Smeared across her bottom lip. A thin line decorating the corner of her mouth. A drop on her chin that caught the candlelight and gleamed dark red.

She looked at me with wild, blown eyes and ran her tongue across her bottom lip.

"Damn." A slow grin spread across her face. "Now I see why you bite me."

Madness snapped in my chest.

I brought my free hand to the back of her neck and shoved her face down to mine.

Our mouths crashed together.

I kissed her hard, hungry, and open-mouthed. My tongue pushed past her lips and I tasted it—my blood, warm and metallic, mixed with the sweetness of her mouth.

Greedy, I sucked on her bottom lip where the blood was thickest and groaned into her.

She moaned against me and her hips rolled.

My cock shifted inside her pussy and the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure so sharp up my spine that my free hand clenched in her braids, unraveling that bun, and yanking her to me more.

She gasped into my mouth.

I pulled at those braids harder. "Ride me, Tora."

And she did.

Slow at first.

“Fuck.” I let go of her head and dropped my hand to the side.

She sat up, raised her body until my cock nearly slipped out of her, then sank back down and took me to the root. The wet sound of her pussy swallowing me filled the space.

Thick.

Obscene.

Loud enough that anyone walking past the tea house would know exactly what was happening inside.

"Faster," I growled.

She obliged.

Her hips snapped down harder and her pace picked up until she was bouncing on my cock with her breasts swaying in my face. I reached up with my free hand and palmed her left breast—full and heavy, spilling over my fingers.

“God, yes, Tora. Your pussy is so good.” I squeezed and her nipple pressed hard against my palm.

"Yes, Kenji." She moaned and threw her head back. "Squeeze it."

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched.

“Oh!” She hissed and clenched that pussy around my cock so hard I saw stars.

"You like that?" I pinched her stiff nipple harder and tugged. "You like it when I play with these pretty tits while you ride my cock?"

"Yes."

I switched to her right breast. Cupped it, lifted it, and squeezed until the flesh swelled between my fingers.

“Oh.”

I caught her nipple and twisted—gentle enough to make her gasp, rough enough to make her pussy flood.

And flood she did.

I could feel it—a fresh wave of her arousal running down my shaft, coating my balls, dripping onto the stone beneath us.

The sounds coming from where our bodies met were filthy.

Wet.

Sloppy.

Every time she slammed down, her cream squelched around my cock and I felt it leak out of her.

"Tora, your pussy is dripping all over me." I groaned and gripped her breast tighter. "Running down my cock. You're so fucking wet it's dripping onto the slab."

"That's what you do to me." She rolled her hips in a circle and I felt my cock stir her insides. "That's what your cock does to me, Dragon."

"Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Then, ride it harder. I want the whole island to hear how wet you are."

She slammed down and the sound that came from her pussy was a loud, wet slap that echoed off the stone walls.

She did it again.

And again.

Each stroke wetter and louder than the last.

I gripped her hip with my free hand and dug my fingers into her flesh. I couldn't thrust the way I wanted—my other wrist was still locked in the restraint and my ankles were still pinned—but I could guide her.

Pull her down harder.

Set the rhythm I craved.

"That's it, Tora." I pulled her down onto my cock, held her there, and ground her hips against mine until she whimpered. "Feel all of it. Feel every inch of this cock stretching your pussy."

"Kenji." Her nails raked down my chest and left red trails in their wake. "Fuck. You're so deep."

"I'm going to get deeper." I released her hip and smacked her ass.

The crack echoed through the tea house and she yelped. "Bounce on this cock, Tora. Harder. I want to watch your ass jiggle every time you slam down on me."

She planted her hands on my abs and rode me like she was trying to break me.

Hard.

Fast.

Ruthless.

Her ass slapped against my thighs with every downstroke and the rhythm was punishing.

The slab shook beneath us.

The remaining restraints rattled against the stone. Sweat dripped from her body onto mine and mixed with the blood still drying on my shoulder.

I watched her through half-closed eyes.

Her brown skin glowing in the candlelight. Her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her stomach flexing. Her mouth open. Her eyes glazed with the same intoxication that had her holding fire an hour ago.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

And she was riding my cock and ruining me.

"Fuck, Tora." I palmed her breast again and rubbed my thumb across her nipple. "I'm going to cum inside you."

Her rhythm faltered for half a second. "Kenji—"

"Deep inside you." I held her gaze. "I'm going to fill this pussy up until my cum is leaking out of you. Until it's running down your thighs and dripping onto this slab. You’re going to have my kids."

Her eyes went wide.

"I want to pump you so full of my cum that it takes." I thrust my hips up—the one movement the restraints allowed— and drove deeper into her. "I want to put a baby in you tonight."

"Y-you're insane."

"I've been insane since you walked into my life." I thrust again and she gasped. "I want to watch your belly grow. I want to watch your tits get heavy with milk. I want to lay you down every night and fuck you slow while our baby kicks inside you."

She bit her lip and her pussy clenched around me so hard I groaned.

Fuck yeah. She likes it.

She didn't want to like it, but her body was betraying her. Her pussy was gripping me tighter with every word, flooding around my cock, squeezing and pulsing like it was trying to pull my cum out of me.

I rocked my hips. "Your pussy is begging for it."

"Oh."

"Your pussy says give me a baby."

Her rhythm faltered and she chuckled—a broken, breathless sound that turned into a moan when I thrust up into her again.

I gripped her hip and pulled her down flush against me. Buried to the hilt. Then, I held her there. "You're about to cum, aren't you?"

“Y-yes. . .”

“Naughty Tiger.” I rubbed her nipple and tugged. "You're going to cum and then I'm going to fill you up. Isn’t that right, Tora?"

She shuddered. “Yes.”

I released her breast, gripped the back of her neck with my free hand., and pulled her face down to mine until our foreheads touched. "Look at me when you cum, Tora. I want to watch your face when this pussy explodes on my cock."

“Oh, Kenji.” Her breath came in short, sharp gasps against my lips. Her hips ground against mine in desperate, uneven circles. She was chasing it—grinding her clit against my pelvis while my cock stretched her deep.

"That's it. So pretty. Look at you." I held her neck and kept her face inches from mine. "Let go. Cum on this cock. Show me what the Dragon does to his Tiger."

Her mouth fell open.

Her body locked.

And she came so hard I felt it in my bones.

Goddamn it.

Her pussy clamped down on me in waves — tight, rhythmic, devastating. Her whole body shook above me, trembling and jerking, and a sound ripped from her throat that was half scream and half sob.

Her nails dug into my chest and I felt skin break.

Her juices gushed around my cock and ran warm down my shaft, soaking my balls and pooling on the stone.

I watched her face the entire time.

Watched her eyes squeeze shut and then fly open. Watched her mouth form my name without sound. Watched the tears gather at the corners of her eyes and spill down her cheeks—the kind of tears that come from pleasure so intense it overflows.

And I couldn't hold back anymore.

The pressure that had been building all night—since the first stroke of fire, since the first time she told me to be silent, since the first time she dragged her palm across me through the silk—it erupted.

I came.

I came so hard my vision went black at the edges. I arched off the slab and a roar tore from my chest as I pumped into her—thick, hot, endless.

Stream after stream.

Filling her up.

Flooding her pussy until I could feel my own cum leaking out around my cock because there was nowhere left for it to go.

"Take it, Tora." I groaned against her lips. "Take every fucking drop."

She collapsed onto my chest and I kept cumming.

My hips jerked against hers in short, involuntary thrusts as my body emptied everything it had into her. I could feel the mess between us—hot, wet, and overflowing. My cum mixed with hers and ran down my shaft, down my thighs, and pooled warm on the cold stone.

And then. . .

we lay there.

Gasping.

Wrecked.

Destroyed in the best possible way.

Her cheek pressed against my chest, right over my heartbeat.

My free hand rested on the small of her back with my fingers spread wide across her skin. My cock was still inside her—softening now, but neither of us moved to change that.

The blood on my shoulder had dried to a dark crust. The bite mark throbbed with a dull, steady ache that matched my pulse.

I smiled.

She marked me.

I would wear it the way she wore mine— proud, visible, and permanent until the skin healed.

What will Reo say? No. More important. . .what will Hiro say?

It didn’t matter.

All I knew was that. . .from now on. . .every time I touched that spot, every time fabric brushed against it, I'd feel her teeth and remember this night.

So perfect and all mine.

The tea house was quiet.

Candles burned low around us. The smell of sex, fire, sweat, and blood hung in the air like incense.

"Tora," I murmured into her hair.

She stirred. "Hmm?"

"I meant every word."

She lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were drowsy, satisfied, and still wet at the edges. My blood was still faint on her chin—a shadow of the smear that had been there before the kissing wore it away.

"About the babies."

A lazy smile crossed her face. "I’ve got. . .precautions in the way."

“What precautions?”

“I’m on birth control.”

I frowned. “Get off it.”

“We haven’t even known each other for longer than a month.”

“I won’t repeat myself.”

“I’m not thinking about kids until I have a ring on my finger.”

“What’s your ring size?”

She blinked and then swallowed. “There’s the war.”

“What does war have to do with rings and babies?”

“The Fox sounds like a slick, sick bastard. You’ve got the lead now. Use it. Once you win, we have forever to talk about rings and kids.” She lifted her finger and then touched the bite mark on my shoulder—gentle, careful, following the impression her teeth had left in my skin. "I can’t believe I bit you."

"You did."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes." I smiled. "Do it again."

She laughed.

I studied her. “Tora.”

“Yes.”

"I'm serious about the birth control."

She shifted to drawing a circle on my chest. "I know you are."

"Then get off it."

"Kenji," she said my name the way a woman says a man's name when she loves him but won't be moved. "I'm not bringing a child into the middle of a war and carrying your baby while the Fox is still breathing."

“Tora—”

“If he killed a Black woman that Hiro just took on one date, what the hell do you think he will do to a pregnant-me?”

I clenched my jaw.

She was right and I hated it.

"When it's safe," she whispered and pressed her lips to my chest. "When the war is done and the empire is yours and there's no one left who can touch us. Then. . .we talk about babies."

"And the ring?"

"And the ring."

I was not a man used to a moment like this. Typically, I ordered and it was followed immediately. But I was learning more and more that in these delicate moments. . .my Tiger was the one in charge.

She has more power over me than she will ever understand.

I exhaled through my nose and let my hand slide up her spine. My fingers traced the ridges of her vertebrae. "Fine."

“Thank you.” She kissed my chest again. "Now. . .I have to get up—"

“Not yet. I want you laying across me like this.”

“There’s aftercare.”

“Not yet, Tora.” I closed my eyes. “Just lay against my chest and hold me. That’s enough after care for now.”

And she did as I asked, soothing me down to my soul.

And behind my eyelids, I saw her.

Standing in the garden—my mother's garden, the one from the fever dream, the one with the koi pond and the cherry blossoms.

My Tiger wore white, and her hand rested on her full belly. And the sun hit her brown skin and turned it gold. She was barefoot in the grass and she was smiling at me.

The little girl with her eyes sat by the pond, dragging her fingers through the water while the koi circled her hand.

The boy with my jaw and eyes chased a dragonfly across the lawn, laughing so loud the cherry blossoms shook.

Yes. Soon.

I watched my Tiger in the garden for as long as the image held. Memorized the curve of her belly. The way her fingers spread across it—protective, proud, already a mother in the way she stood.

She'd get off the birth control.

Maybe not tonight.

Maybe not this month.

But one day, I would walk into a room and she would look at me with those eyes—the same ones that had watched me burn tonight—and she would tell me that she was pregnant.

And I would drop to my knees.

Soon.

I tightened my arm around her and pressed my lips to the top of her head. "Thank you, Tora."

She was already half asleep on my chest.

And I held her in the ruins of everything I used to be and understood, finally, that surrender was never the end of power.

It was the beginning of something stronger.

Then, darkness took me.