Dragon [Cock]

 

Cock

Sol

 

In Sol's dream, Korin ruled the sky in full beast form.

Monstrous.

Lethal.

His dragon bulk sprawled across the clouds, slabs of muscle heaving under shimmering scales. His cock reared from his armored underbelly—thicker than her waist, longer than her whole trembling body— ridged like knotted bone and barbed with thick, fleshy protrusions that oozed thick ropes of golden pre-cum, dripping in heavy, musky strands.

Fully swollen.

Throbbing violently.

Veins pulsing.

Sol was stripped bare, skin already flushed and slick with sweat.

Korin’s massive talons clamped around her waist and thighs—sharp enough to draw pinpricks of blood—and he used her like a pleasure toy, dragging her sopping cunt up and down his grotesque length.

Her fevered skin ignited at every drag; every barbed ridge scraped over her clit, split her swollen lips, threatened to rip her open.

“Oh, Korin!! Your love blade!!”

He growled, and the sound vibrated through her bones as he smeared her dripping mess along his shaft, coating the scales in her creamy arousal and his own leaking golden precum until the whole monstrous cock glistened obscenely.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Her pussy ached to be forced open and throbbing harder with each ridge that battered her entrance without mercy.

The clouds swirled and shimmered above as thunder boomed.

Sol bucked and sobbed, hips grinding shamelessly, trying to impale herself deeper, but it would be impossible. His cock was too big—her entrance could barely kiss the fattest ridge, fluttering helplessly against unyielding scale.

His golden eyes burned brighter as he relished in her erotic destruction—the tears cutting through flushed cheeks, the tremor in her thighs, the shameless grind of her hips as she tried to take more than her body could bear.

The air reeked of sex—her sweet musk, his smoky, animal heat, the wet slap of flesh on scale.

Korin's beast roared. The sound shook the clouds, and he ground her wet body harder against the fattest ridge of his cock, forcing her clit to ride it until she screamed.

“Ohhh!!!” Sol’s answering cry was raw, broken—wild surrender, begging to be ruined, split, filled until she burst. “Korin!"

Groaning, he moved her even faster.

Harder.

And then his beast’s cock erupted. Molten, thick ropes burst from the slit in heavy pulses, painting his length, splattering her face, breasts, belly—drenching her completely.

She gasped as hot cum flooded her mouth when she opened it to scream, the salty-metallic taste mixing with her own musk, marking her inside and out.

Sol's eyes flew open as she woke up.

Oh Gods!

She gasped.

Sweat beaded along her collarbone. Her whole body was burning. That felt so wrong since she was always cold. Ice ran through her veins. Frost lived under her skin. But right now, she felt like she was on fire.

Deep in Sol’s chest, her beast stirred—restless, confused. It didn't like the heat. But it liked what was causing it.

Sol’s heart pounded. Her breath came fast. And between her thighs. . .

Oh gods!

She was wet.

Soaked.

And she was moving.

Grinding.

Against something warm, solid, and hard.

Sol shivered and looked down.

Oh no.

She’d had her most sensitive spot pressed against Korin's bare thigh. And during her dream, she'd been rubbing against the hard muscle.

His thigh dripped with her arousal.

Oh no. Is he awake? Does he know?

Sol's gaze flew to his face.

Korin was awake and his golden eyes were just as bright as in her dream. However, this time there was hot intensity blazing within them that made her stomach flip.

"I. . ." Sol jerked back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. . .I was asleep, and. . ."

“No, little one.” Korin's hand shot out and grabbed the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair.

With his other hand, he gripped Sol’s hip and pulled her back against him. His thigh pressed between her legs again, right against her aching core.

“Oh!” she gasped.

And it wasn’t just that it felt so good, but in her village she had been a Lowly—someone constantly scowled at, despised, and pushed away.

No one had ever pulled her close like this.

Those golden eyes brightened. “Do you like that?”

“Y-yes.”

His voice grew rough and dark. "You can rub some more. Don't stop on my account."

Sol's face burned. "No. I can't. I shouldn't have. . ."

“I am yours to please, queen.”

“I. . .” The word queen still didn't fit right in her ears. Like a dress made for someone taller, prettier, and more worthy. But the way he said it, made her want to grow into it.

"Your nipples are hard." His gaze dropped to her breasts. "Your body's on fire. And you were making the sweetest sounds in your sleep."

Sol's breath hitched. She almost covered herself. Old instinct. The Lowly in her still expected disgust when someone looked too long.

Korin licked his lips. Slowly. Like he was already tasting her. "Go ahead, little queen. Rub that pussy on my thigh."

Those filthy words shot straight to her core.

She shouldn't.

She couldn't.

This would be too naughty.

But her hips moved on their own, rocking forward and dragging her slick heat against his thigh.

Pleasure spiked through her.

And within her core, she felt her beast move.

She blinked. Her beast pressed against her ribs like it wanted out and to get closer to him.

I’ll have to get used to. . .her inside of me.

Sol’s hands went to Korin’s chest to steady herself, and she felt the heat of him beneath her palms. The hard planes of muscle. The steady thrum of his heartbeat.

"That's it." Korin slid his fingers down her spine. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

It felt better than good.

It was incredible.

Sol rocked again. Harder this time. Her clit dragged against his thigh, and she whimpered.

Korin licked his lips again. "I can make you feel even better than that."

He leaned in and caught her earlobe between his teeth, then nibbled and sucked.

Sol's entire body arched.

"What. . ." She could barely get the words out. "W-what could you do?"

Korin's mouth moved to her neck, and he kissed the tender spot just below her ear. Slowly, his tongue traced a hot line down to her collarbone. "I can be inside you."

Sol's eyes flew open.

Inside me?

Her beast roared within her chest.

It startled her.

Shivering, she pulled back enough to look at Korin. His golden eyes were no longer bright. Now they were dangerously dark with hunger.

"How?" she whispered.

Korin took her hand.

Slowly.

Gently.

And guided it down between their bodies.

To his cock.

It was hard.

Thick.

Hot beneath her palm.

And big.

Sol's breath caught. “Your. . .love blade.”

Korin quirked his brows. “My what?”

“Your love blade.”

He smirked. “Little one, this is bigger than a blade. You should have at least said a sword.”

She widened her eyes. “What do you call this?”

“This is a cock, little one.”

The word sounded deliciously crude.

Her bottom lip quivered. “Cock?”

“Yes. Cock.” He groaned, and it was a deep rumble that started in his chest and spilled out of his mouth in a heated sigh.

“Touch what is yours.” His hand covered hers, pressing her fingers against the pulsing heat of length. His skin was hot under hers.

Her beast rumbled low in her chest. It was a deep vibration that Sol felt in her teeth.

She likes the heat on him.

Korin licked his lips. “This is the shaft.”

She swallowed and slipped her fingertips along it. His shaft was hard but velvety to the touch. It was real, not like the monstrous one in her dream, but still terrifying in its own way.

His hand stilled over hers. “You feel how hard it is?”

“Yes.”

“That's what you do to me, Sol.”

She bit her bottom lip and could feel the power beneath her fingers—his length twitched under her hesitant touch, and she withdrew her hand as if she’d been scalded.

“No, don’t pull away.” His voice was thick with need, and it sent shivers down her spine. His hand was firm on hers, keeping it in place.

She didn't resist.

She looked down again, watching her hand move over him. His ridged length pulsed under her palm, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sight. She saw the head of his cock peeking from under his heavy hand, the slit at the top leaking a glistening drop. “What is that?”

“My arousal for you. My seed. It wants to be inside of you.”

“Why?”

“To make babies.”

“I’m not ready for that.”

“You will be.” Korin slowly guided her fingers up his cock. "I can put this inside you, queen."

She shivered in desire and looked at it. "But. . .this won't fit."

Korin's lips curved into a wicked smile. "I can definitely make it fit."

"But—"

"I promise you." His hand covered hers, guiding her to stroke him once. Twice. "I can make it fit. I'll just take my time."

Sol's pulse hammered in her throat. "Will it hurt?"

Korin's expression softened. "A little. But not so bad. And after. . ."

His thumb brushed across her knuckles. "After, it'll feel so good you'll forget the hurt ever happened."

Sol's mind was spinning. She turned her head to look for Pyrran.

The other side of the bed was empty.

"Where's your brother?"

Korin raised an eyebrow. "You mean your other king?"

Sol flushed. "Yes. Where is the murderous king?"

"I believe Pyrran is on a mission."

"What sort of mission?"

"One with the goal to make you happy."

Sol blinked. "How would he do that?"

"There are ways." Korin's hand slid up her thigh and his fingers traced patterns on her skin. "Ways to earn forgiveness. Ways to prove himself worthy of you."

Sol's jaw tightened. "I don’t know if there's anything he could do that would make me forgive him. He tried to kill me."

"You never know, queen." Korin's fingers moved higher. Closer to where she was still wet and aching. "We live a long time. And I believe my brother will spend decades—if not centuries—trying to make sure you love him."

Sol opened her mouth to argue.

But Korin moved.

Fast.

He rolled her onto her back. His body covered hers. His weight pressed her into the silk sheets, and his golden eyes burned down at her. "Just like I'm going to spend decades and centuries pleasuring you, in every way possible."

Then his mouth was on her breast.

Sol gasped.

His tongue dragged flat and slow across her nipple, so hot against her cool skin it seared like a brand. He sucked it into his mouth, and the wet heat pulled a sound from her throat she didn't recognize.

No one had ever touched her like this.

It was too much and too good all at the same time.

Korin's hand slid between her thighs, and his fingers found her pussy.

Slick.

Swollen.

Aching.

She whimpered, “Oh.”

He rubbed. “Do you like that, little queen?”

“Y-yes,” Sol cried out. Her hips bucked off the bed. Her hands flew to his hair, and she didn't know if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.

"You're so wet," Korin groaned against her breast. He lapped at her nipple. "You’re so ready for my cock."

His fingers circled her clit.

Slow.

Torturous.

“Oh.” Sol's head fell back. Her mouth opened on a moan she couldn't contain.

She'd never felt anything like this. Never known her body could feel this way.

“I’m so glad no one has touched you here. I can tell.”

Her body vibrated in lust.

“Had I caught another’s smell, I would have killed him and all he cares about.”

She widened her eyes.

Her beast purred in a deep, rolling thrum that started in Sol's belly and radiated outward until her skin hummed with it. The sound startled her more than Korin's threat had.

“This body is only for my brother and me.” Korin moved to her other breast. Licked. Sucked. His teeth grazed her nipple, and she whimpered some more.

His fingers slid lower and one finger pressed against her entrance.

Testing.

Teasing.

Sol tensed. “I’m scared.”

"You are my queen." Korin kissed the valley between her breasts. "I am here to serve you. Tell me."

She pursed her lips.

“Do you want to see the different ways I can serve you?”

Her heart boomed in her ears. “Y-yes.”

Korin pushed his finger inside. The first press was slow burning heat parting cool, untouched walls that had never yielded before. Her inner muscles fluttered in surprise, clinging instinctively to the invading warmth as if trying to pull it deeper.

Her beast coiled tight inside her and became protective and alert. Then Korin's finger pushed deeper and the beast uncurled like it was stretching into the warmth.

“Ohhh.” Sol gasped at the intrusion.

At the stretch.

At the fullness.

The room was so quiet she could hear the wet sound of him entering her.

Every inch he fed her felt like molten silk sliding over frost-kissed velvet—a delicious contradiction that made her shiver from scalp to toes. Her breath hitched in tiny, needy pants against his shoulder.

"Breathe, little queen."

She tried. Her chest rose and fell. And slowly, carefully, Korin pushed deeper.

One finger all the way in.

Then two.

The second finger stretched her wider, a sweet, aching burn that quickly melted into liquid heat pooling low in her belly. She could feel every subtle ridge of his knuckles, every slow drag against sensitive inner flesh that made her thighs tremble uncontrollably.

“Mmmm.” Sol's hands fisted in the silk sheets.

Korin's thumb found her clit again and rubbed slow circles there while his fingers moved inside her. Each lazy swirl of his thumb sent sparks racing up her spine, while inside, his fingers curled in a slow, searching rhythm—stroking places that made her hips lift off the bed in helpless little jerks, chasing more of that impossible pleasure. “Do you like how I touch you?”

“Y-yes.”

“You’re such a good little queen, letting me touch this pussy.”

Sol's hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure.

"That's it.” His fingers curled inside her and hit a spot that made her whole body jerk — a shock of pleasure so sudden her teeth clicked together. He pressed there again and the spot bloomed outward, making her toes curl and frost-laced skin flush hot.

Her beast slammed against her ribs. Frost crackled along her knuckles where she gripped the sheets.

Sol cried out. “Oh!”

"Found it." Korin’s voice went dark and satisfied. “That’s what I wanted.”

He rubbed that spot again.

And again.

Sol's whole body trembled.

The pleasure built.

Higher.

Tighter.

Her beast rose with it, pressing against her skin from the inside, frost spreading up her forearms.

Closer.

The coil inside her tightened unbearably, every curl of his fingers winding it higher until her whole body felt like it might shatter from the inside out—pleasure so sharp and bright it bordered on pain, yet she never wanted it to stop.

"Korin!"

“Yes. So good. Let go. Cum for me, little queen." His fingers curled one more time.

Frost glittered along her skin in delicate fractals before melting into warm, trembling aftershocks.

“Oh!” Her back arched off the bed. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Korin groaned. "Beautiful."

He worked her through it. His fingers moving, his thumb rubbing, until she was gasping, shaking, and completely spent.

Sol collapsed back onto the bed. Her chest heaved. Her thighs were still trembling and she couldn't make them stop. The silk sheets felt unbearably soft against her oversensitive skin.

Inside her chest, her beast lay quiet for the first time since she'd woken and purred in pure satisfaction.

Korin pulled his fingers out slowly, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean. “Mmm. So delicious and all mine.”

Sol's eyes widened.

Korin’s golden eyes burned into hers. "I knew you would be tasty, but I didn’t know it would be this good."

Sol's face flamed.

“But there’s still so much more I want to show you.”

“M-more?”

“Yes. That was barely the beginning.” Korin settled between her thighs. His cock pressed against her entrance.

Hard.

Hot.

Ready.

He looked down at her. "Can I show you, queen?"

Sol's heart pounded. She looked up at the hunger in his eyes and at the way he waited for her answer even though his entire body was trembling with need.

Should I?

She could feel the old version of herself—the Lowly girl who guarded all the fragile pieces of her heart so no one would break them—standing at the edge of this moment. And she realized something. She did not want to stay untouched or afraid anymore.

Sol lifted her chin and met his eyes fully. “Yes, king. Show me.”