Dragon [ What Burned and What Remained]

 

What Burned and What Remained

Korin

 

Sol lay beneath Korin.

Naked.

Wet.

Her thighs spread wide. Her pussy glistening and ready.

And she'd said yes, king.

Korin’s cock throbbed so hard it hurt. His fangs pushed against his gums, threatening to pierce through.

He wanted to destroy her.

Wanted to slam into her so hard the bed shattered.

Wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name and forgot every other thought in her head.

Wanted to tear her apart and rebuild her with his cock buried so deep inside her that she'd never feel empty again.

But he couldn't.

Not yet.

She was a virgin.

And no matter how badly his beast howled for her, no matter how desperately he wanted to claim her, he had to be careful.

He had to go slow.

Korin gritted his teeth. His jaw ached from the effort of holding back. His hands trembled as he positioned himself between her thighs.

He hoped he looked calm. Controlled. Like a dragon king who knew what he was doing.

But inside?

Inside was pure insanity.

All this time, he could not have sex. To pierce a human woman would have been to kill her. A dragon’s sperm and girth was lethal to human flesh.

Therefore, it had been a century since he'd had a dragoness. So long since he'd felt the tight, wet heat of a woman wrapped around his cock.

A century.

One hundred years of sleeping alone in his bed. Of watching human couples press their mouths together in taverns and feeling nothing but the ache of what he couldn't have. Of his cock hardening at nothing, at the wind, at a memory, at the ghost of a touch no one had given him.

And now Sol was beneath him.

Wet.

Willing.

His.

And this wasn't just any woman.

This was his queen.

His mate.

The female his soul had been searching for across lifetimes. And she was giving herself to him.

Korin's cock pressed against her entrance. He could feel her heat. Her wetness. The way her body was already trying to pull him in.

His voice came out rougher than he intended. "Breathe, little one."

Sol nodded. Her chest rose and fell. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her fingers were trembling. But she wasn't pulling away.

Brave little queen. Braver than she knows.

Korin pushed forward.

Just the throbbing tip.

Sol gasped and her nails dug into his skin.

Gods! She’s so tight. I want to rip through her.

He gritted his teeth.

Stay calm. She is our queen.

Yet, she was so tight he could barely think. The head of his cock stretched her entrance, and he had to stop.

Had to breathe.

Had to remind himself not to slam forward and take what he wanted.

Slow. Go slow.

He pushed deeper.

Inch by inch.

Stretching her.

Opening her.

His beast thrashed inside his chest like a caged thing. Scales rippled beneath the skin of his forearms—dark, iridescent, threatening to surface. His vision flickered gold at the edges, the room sharpening into beast-sight where he could see the heat pouring off Sol's body in waves of crimson and white.

Not yet. Go back. She's not ready.

His beast didn't care. His beast wanted to mount, rut, and flood Sol.

Enough. Or we will not shift for weeks.

His beast whimpered and calmed.

Korin forced the scales back under his skin.

It hurt, yet the more he fed her pussy his cock the more the pain shifted to pleasure and her tight walls gripping him so fiercely he could feel the flutter of her pulse around his shaft, sucking him deeper like her body was starving for him after years of denial. The heat of her core clawed at his control, begging him to bury himself to the root and never leave.

Sol whimpered as her face twisted. “Mmmm.”

"You're doing so good, little queen," Korin growled. "Taking me so well."

He pushed deeper.

Another growl rumbled in his chest. Low. Primal. His fangs pierced his gums, and he tasted blood.

His fire was rising. He could feel it building in his chest. In his throat. He had to pull it back. Had to keep it contained or he'd burn the entire bed down.

But gods, it was hard not to set the room ablaze.

Everything in him wanted to explode.

He pushed deeper.

Halfway now.

Sol's pussy clenched around him, and Korin nearly lost it. He roared and the walls vibrated.

She widened her eyes.

He calmed himself. "You feel. . .”

He couldn't finish the sentence.

Couldn't think.

Couldn't breathe.

He pushed deeper. Three-quarters of the way in.

Sol cried out. Her back arched. Ice burst from her skin in a wave of frost.

Korin shuddered. The cold hit him like a blessing, but with no mercy. It cooled the fire raging inside him just enough that he could keep going, but it still stoked all of his desire.

One more push, and he was fully inside her.

Buried to the hilt.

Korin froze.

The gold thread between them—the one that had shimmered faintly since the moment he'd first scented her—went taut.

And then the soul bond’s thread thickened and swelled like a vein filling with blood.

Sol's heartbeat flooded through the thread and poured into his chest.

Soon he felt her fear, her wonder, the cold of her ice threading through his fire like silver wire braiding through gold.

For one breath, he wasn't sure where he ended and she began. And somewhere in the back of his mind, a quieter thought surfaced.

Pyrran. . .I’m sorry, but. . .

Pyrran's thread was still so thin. A wisp that was barely visible and not yet attached. When his brother saw what Korin's thread looked like now—fat, blazing, and full fused to Sol's ribs like a second spine. . .

Korin shoved the thought away.

I’ll deal with Pyrran's rage later.

His entire body trembled. His cock was surrounded by her tight, wet heat. She was gripping him so hard he could barely move.

This is everything and more!

It was what he'd been waiting for all of his life and never thought he could have. What his beast had been howling for. What his soul had been aching for across centuries of loneliness.

Pyrran is going to kill me for taking our queen without him, but. . .

Korin looked down at Sol. Her eyes were wide. Her lips parted. Her chest heaving.

This moment is worth death by Pyrran’s claws.

"How do you feel, queen?" he barely managed to ask.

"It. . .f-fits.”

“Yes. It does.”

“It’s so big.”

Korin groaned and madness clawed at his insides.

Sol breathed. “More.”

Groaning, Korin pulled back.

Slowly.

Just a few inches.

Then pushed forward again.

Sol moaned. “Oh!”

Korin froze mid-thrust, chest heaving, golden eyes searching hers through the haze of hot lust. “Still mine, queen?”

“Y-yes.”

“Tell me you want this?”

“Yes, king.” Her gaze blazed bright and he knew her beast was watching him too. “Harder. Don’t stop. Claim me.”

Sol blinked in shock. “T-that. . .wasn’t me. . .”

“Aww. That was your beast speaking. Wasn’t it, little queen?”

She blinked again.

“Mmmm.” That realization broke him, and his beast surged forward and Korin let it. His vision went full gold. The room dissolved into heat signatures—Sol blazing blueish-white beneath him, her heartbeat visible as a pulsing light in her chest. His human thoughts went quiet.

The beast took control of Korin, pulled back, and slammed forward.

Hard.

The bed hit the wall with a loud crack.

Sol cried out. “Oh!!!”

The beast did it again.

And again.

His hips moved on their own now.

Pulling out.

Slamming back in.

Fucking her the way he'd been dying to since the moment he'd seen her standing in that burning city.

Enough.

Gritting his teeth, Korin took back control and pressed his forehead against hers. Even now—beast raging, fire climbing, bed splintering—he needed her eyes.

Needed to see that she was still with him.

Still choosing this.

And then the pleasure became so overwhelming that he couldn't stop, even if she begged. Couldn't slow down. The beast inside him had taken over, and all he could do was claim her.

Sol's hands flew to his back and her nails raked down his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

The gold thread between them hummed. Every thrust vibrated through it—his pleasure racing to Sol, her pleasure racing back, doubling and redoubling until he couldn't tell whose sensation was whose. The thread was so thick now he could almost feel the weight of it in his chest.

This is what it's supposed to feel like. This is what we waited a century for. Does she even understand what is happening?

"Korin! Oh gods!"

He slammed into her so hard the bed cracked. Wood splintered. The frame groaned.

And then Korin roared.

The sound tore from his throat.

Primal.

Unstoppable.

Fire exploded from his mouth.

It shot across the bed, across the room, hitting the silk sheets and the carved posts.

Flames erupted.

The bed caught fire.

The walls glowed orange.

But Sol didn't burn.

The fire hit her skin and made the dark brown flesh shimmer to gold and bronze. Like she was made of starlight and flame.

She was beautiful.

Korin fucked her harder.

The bed was breaking beneath them.

The room was burning.

But he didn't care.

He could feel her coolness rising. Ice spreading from her skin. Some of the flames glimmered and died as her frost met his fire.

“Oh, Korin!!”

“Oh, queen. Your pussy takes my cock just right!”

“Korin!”

“No, little one. Call me king or I’ll make this little pussy hurt.”

“King!”

“Yes.”

The bed kept burning.

The room kept burning.

And Korin kept fucking her.

"Only my cock and my brother’s. That’s it," he growled against her neck. "Ours to ruin. Ours to devour."

Sol moaned. Her pussy clenched around him.

Korin could feel Pyrran's absence like a missing limb. His brother should be here. Should be inside her too. Should be claiming her alongside him.

But Korin couldn't stop.

He'd apologize later.

Right now, all that mattered was Sol.

Her body.

Her heat.

Her pleasure.

"Cum for me again, little queen."

"Oh. Oh.”

“So perfect.” Korin’s hand slid between their bodies and found her clit. "Do you love this cock?"

“Yes.”

He rubbed her clit as he fucked her hard. “I’m going to give you this cock every day.”

“Oh!!” Sol's back arched.

Then Korin did something he'd never done before.

He lowered his mouth in the direction of where they were joined and blew fire directly onto her clit.

Sol screamed.

Yes.

He shifted the fire to a thin, controlled stream of blue-white flame directly onto her swollen clit. The heat licked over the sensitive bud, making it throb and darken under his gaze, glistening wetter, pulsing in frantic rhythm with the cock buried deep inside her. He could smell her arousal sharpening, hear the hitch in her breath turn into desperate little sobs.

“Korin!!” Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clenched around his cock so hard Korin saw stars. Ice exploded from her skin in a blizzard of frost and power.

GODS!

And she came.

Shaking.

Spasming.

Her body completely undone.

The gold thread detonated.

Light ripped through the connection so hard Korin's vision whited out. He tasted frost on his tongue. Saw a flash of blue behind his eyes. For one blind second he was Sol—shaking, breaking open, terrified of how good it felt, absolutely in love—and the thread between them blazed so thick and bright it felt like a rope lashed around both their spines, pulling them into each other, fusing them.

When his vision came back, the thread was glowing. Pulsing in time with their shared heartbeat.

And. . .it was no longer a thread at all. It was now a gold chain.

And because of that, Korin felt it all.

Felt her fall apart some more.

Felt her surrender to the pleasure.

And he couldn't hold back anymore. He lifted his head and roared again. Fire poured from his mouth, hitting the ceiling, the walls, everything.

And he came.

His big cock pulsed inside her pussy.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

His cum flooded Sol's pussy.

Hot.

Thick.

Glittering gold.

And he couldn’t stop. He'd been backed up for centuries, and now it was all pouring out.

Filling her.

Overflowing.

So much cum that it had nowhere to go. It spilled out of her pussy. Dripped down her thighs. Pooled on the burning sheets.

He felt her walls flutter and spasm around his pulsing cock as more thick jets flooded her pussy. Soon her belly began to visibly round and rise with the sheer volume of cum he was pumping into her. The sight of this made Korin come even more.

His cock kept on pulsing.

Kept filling her.

Until the pressure was so much that cum leaked from her mouth.

From her nose.

Sol gasped and almost choked on his cum.

Her eyes went wide as gold tears left her eyes and streamed down her brown skin.

But she didn't push him away, she took everything he had to give.

Korin groaned.

"That's it. Good little queen.” His hips jerked. More cum poured into her.

"You're going to take my brother's cock too," Korin snarled. "Going to take both of us at the same time.”

“Oh!”

“Going to be so full of our cocks and cum that you won't be able to think about anything else."

Sol whimpered and her body trembled beneath him.

"We're your slaves for pleasure. For comfort. For whatever you need. We'll fuck you until you can't walk. Until you're addicted. Until you can't live without us inside you."

“Oh, king!”

"You're going to swell with our young, little queen," he snarled against her ear. "Going to keep you plugged and leaking for days. Our perfect cum-dump queen, addicted to dragon seed until you beg for more every waking hour."

One more pulse.

One more wave of cum.

And finally, it stopped.

"Dear Gods!" Korin collapsed on top of her. His chest heaved. His body was spent. The beast retreated slowly, pulling back behind his ribs like a tide going out. His vision faded from gold back to normal. The scales that had been trying to push out of his arms sank down and disappeared.

He was himself again.

Emptied.

Shaking.

And the room was still burning.

The bed was a wreck.

Flames licked the walls. The silk sheets beneath and around them had blackened to ash. The carved bedposts glowed molten orange. Smoke curled upward in lazy spirals.

Meanwhile, ice covered the ceiling.

But his queen was okay.

The gold chain of their soul bond settled and then went invisible. But it was still there, he could feel Sol's heartbeat through it—slower now, calming, her ice cooling to a gentle frost that soothed his scorched insides.

He lifted his head and gazed at her.

Although she was panting, she was smiling.

When he finally eased his cock out of her, a thick gush of glittering gold poured from her pussy’s stretched entrance, dripping in heavy strands over her ass and onto the ash-strewn sheets. Her pussy lips were swollen, glistening, framed by the mess he'd made—his claim painted across her in molten light.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Sol looked up at him. "That was. . ."

“Perfect?” Korin finished.

"Yes."

He grinned, leaned down, and kissed her softly. "Welcome to eternity, little queen."

When he pulled back, Sol's eyes were shining.

Sol touched his face with shaking fingers. “Thank you.”

He blinked.

“It. . .felt so good and. . .”

He raised his brows.

“And you were so careful.”

Korin's throat tightened. He turned his face into her palm and kissed it. He didn't trust his voice. A hundred years alone with his twin, and she was thanking him. “No, little queen. I plan to spend the rest of life thanking you over and over again.”