Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Oh, you mean how do I fit my cock inside a woman’s tight little pussy?” he growls softly, his eyes going half-lidded with lust.
Wordlessly, I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“Well, I have to get her ready first.” He’s still stroking, holding my eyes with his own as he speaks.
“Get her ready?” I ask. “How?”
“By tasting her pussy. By licking her and teasing her tight little clit with my tongue. By making her come all over my face.” His voice is a low, lustful rumble I can feel in my bones. Chill bumps have broken out all over my skin and I feel hot and cold at the same time.
“But…that’s wrong,” I whisper. “It’s forbidden.”
“Not everything you were taught is ‘forbidden’ is wrong,” he growls. “Where’s the harm in me tasting your soft little pussy to get you ready for my cock?”
“I…I never said I would let you do…do that to me,” I say quickly, my cheeks flaming. “In fact, I forbid you to try anything of the sort. I’m a virgin and I must remain one.”
“Of course you are…my eager little virgin. I loved watching you make yourself come,” he rumbles, stroking faster. His equipment looks huge and ruddy in the firelight. I can almost see it throbbing in his hand. “The same way I’m going to enjoy tasting you…and putting my cock deep inside you. I’m going to stretch out that tight little pussy on my shaft until you moan for more.”
His dirty words paint pictures in my head—pictures I know I shouldn’t be seeing.
“Stop it!” I demand, but my voice comes out breathless and uncertain.
“Not until I fucking come. I love picturing you under me,” he informs me. “Or maybe on top of me, riding me while I’m in my Drake form.”
“What?” I can’t believe the words he’s saying. “I would never—I could never.”
“You could,” he says. “And someday you will. I’ve Shifted with you on top of me once—I could Shift while I was inside you.”
“I was on your back—riding you!” I protest
“And you’d be riding me again,” he promises, with a low chuckle. “Just in a different way, Princess.”
“You’d kill me!” I protest. “The size difference alone—”
“I can control the size of my Drake if I have to,” he informs me. “He’s a part of me, but separate too. He’d like a chance to taste your pussy and fuck you—just like I would.”
Now he’s going too far. I can’t listen to this any more…even though for some reason his filthy words make me tingle. I press my thighs together hard, feeling how swollen I am in my forbidden area. What Valen calls my “pussy.”
“I’m wearing the ring,” I remind him. “I’ll never let you do that to me—especially not in your dragon form!”
“Ah yes, I guess you could freeze me again,” he growls softly. “Or command me to stop. But would you really want to? Or does the thought of me licking your soft little pussy make you as hot as it makes me?”
And then, with a low groan, he erupts—for want of a better word. The thick club of flesh jerks in his hand and spurts cream all over his flat belly.
I watch, helpless to look away. Goddess above, why can’t I stop watching…and why can’t I stop picturing the awful things he said?
And why does picturing them make my pussy feel so hot and wet and empty?
29
VALEN
She watches me come—of course she does. She’s curious as a cat, my curvy little Princess. She might pretend to be appalled by the things I told her…but secretly she’s intrigued too.
I wouldn’t have spoken of fucking her in my Drake form if she hadn’t come while I was biting her. Not many women can take a Drake’s cock or get Bonded to a Drake —it’s thicker and longer and covered in scales. Also, the cum that spurts from it is hot—much hotter than the seed I spurt while I’m in my human form. But a woman who can come from a bite is special—a Bite Lover.
Bite Lovers are only found in legends, but the lore tells that they are the only kind of woman who can take a male in both his forms. The Drake inside me roars with interest at the thought. Since there are no female Drakes—only male—my scaly other half has almost no chance of enjoying the pleasures of sex, except through me, when I take a woman. He doesn’t like to be made small and it’s difficult for me to do it, but if he could feel a soft, wet pussy wrapped around his shaft, he’d be more than willing, he informs me.
Still, we need to be realistic. Bite Lover or not, Princess Irena is our enemy, I remind him. I’m wearing the silver collar—which grows to collar my Drake as well when I shift—which means we have zero chance to have her that way. She’s much too prudish to let me have her in her human form—let alone my Drake form.