Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

”Have you always been inside of her?”

”That is not your concern, Young Dragon.”

”It is absolutely my concern. You could jump me at any time.”

”Jump is a strong word.”

”You shoved me flat and climbed between my legs.”

”Guided you horizontal and initiated contact.”

”THAT IS THE SAME THING.”

She looked down at his very hard dick that was now aching.

”Shall I continue? Or would you prefer to continue talking about our feelings?” she asked, tone polite.

”This cannot happen,” Kael insisted.

”All medically indicated.”

”Nothing about the last ten minutes has been medically indicated.”

”Your flame reserves have tripled. Your bruises are healing. Her whip wounds are closing.”

”...goddamn it.”

”You are welcome, dragon.”

”Listen, she is married to my brother. I can’t do that to him or to her, as much as I want to.”

”Don’t feel bad. It will happen with the other two as well,” she replied with an unbothered shrug.

”What will happen?”

”I’m trying to show you, Young Dragon.”

Before he could respond, her mouth was back on his cock, deep throating him. Her eyes flicked up to him. She held it for a moment. The only movement was the slow flutter of her throat around him and the faint pulse of white light behind her stare. Then she started bobbing on his dick.

The wet, tight heat of her throat locked around him, and those eyes stayed fixed on his face like she was feeding on every reaction. The light pulsed once, slow and deliberate, and his hips jerked helplessly against her mouth.

”If the light needs a host, use me all you want. Whatever you—fuck—yes. Perfect.”

His hand shot down, fingers threading into her hair, not to pull her off but to hold on. The dragon inside him surged hard, gold flooding his vision as she started to move. Every bob of her head dragged another rough sound out of him. His thighs tensed. His cock throbbed against the flutter of her throat.

He couldn’t look away.

She wouldn’t let him.

The light behind her stare brightened every time he cursed, every time his grip tightened in her hair, every time his hips gave another involuntary thrust into the wet heat of her mouth. His chest heaved. His control frayed further with every slow, filthy slide of her lips.

”Just like that, baby. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

A raw, broken sound ripped from his throat. His cock pulsed hard against the back of her mouth, flooding her with thick heat. She didn’t pull away. She stayed locked around him, throat working in slow, deliberate swallows, taking every drop while her eyes stayed fixed on his.

The light transfer faded. She released him slowly, almost reluctantly, and sat back on his thighs. Kael could only stare up at her, chest heaving, completely wrecked.

Kael was still trying to remember how lungs worked when she spoke.

”Your stamina is better than expected for a first time.”

”Better than— you know what—”

His words were cut off mid-syllable because her lips were on his. She was naked and on top of him, and his cock had already decided absolutely he could go for another round. Zero cooldown needed.

His hands moved on their own, cupping her ass again as she rubbed against him. His tongue pushed into her mouth. The taste of himself and her mixed made his head spin.

Fuck, he was losing his mind. He pulled back from their kiss, moving to her mark. His mouth found it like it was magnetic. Instinct, pure and undiluted, bypassing every rational thought he had left.

His fangs elongated and were against her skin. The realization hit him like ice water. He ripped himself back, fists in the sheets.

”Guinevere.” Her name came out ragged, desperate, the voice of a man who was trying to not do something that he wanted to do but couldn’t.

How many close calls could one dragon possibly have with her? Rhetorical.

She stiffened on top of him, breathing hard, and her eyes were green, not gold.

His stomach dropped. He swallowed hard, then found his calm, commander voice.

”You needed skin to skin contact for body heat and my flame. Doctor’s orders.”

She pulled off him so fast the air between them went cold. Her eyes were wide and her chest was heaving, and she was still very much straddling him.

”Gwen?”

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out.

”Hey, look at me. You’re alright.”

Kael was aware she was about two seconds away from realizing how naked she was and panicking about that part.

Her eyes found his. ”Kael?”

”Yes, it’s just me, Gwen. You are dehydrated. Let me get you some water.” His voice was still light, confident, no-big-deal, like the last twenty minutes hadn’t happened.

He sat up. For a few heartbeats she just stared at him, green-eyed and shaky, still straddling his lap. The air between them felt fragile. Then it broke. Dark gold surged through her eyes, different than before. A glowing molten that Kael had only seen a few times, from Nicholas Shadowfell and last night from Renwick Lunaris.

”Guinevere?”

She moved in a blur, her mouth latching onto the muscle above his collarbone in the crook of his neck. She struck. The sting of her fangs didn’t register.

Everything went white. Venom poured into him and his body surrendered on contact. Liquid ecstasy, stronger than the light or anything. So total his thoughts dissolved, his fingers dug into her thighs, and a sound left his chest that he didn’t recognize as his own.

The pleasure pulsed with his heartbeat.

His fangs were in her neck before he registered the decision, and the matebond sealed in a violent surge of gold. Somewhere in the back of his mind, future Kael was already screaming. Present Kael was not available for comment.

He didn’t stop to process it. He just lifted her and thrust up into her in one brutal motion. A rough sound tore out of him, vibrating into her neck. She was so fucking tight. He could also feel an echo of the burn his dick was giving her. But his brain was off and this was pure, animalistic mating. He couldn’t have slowed down if he tried.

He bounced her on his cock in a rough, relentless rhythm, thrusting up from below so every motion buried him deeper. All that existed was the tight heat of her body, the pull at their throats, and the gold light that kept pulsing every time he bottomed out inside her.

She moaned against him, fangs still buried deep.

He felt the exact moment the pressure hit the top and he pumped harder, chasing it until the whole thing broke.

Her orgasm crashed into him with the subtlety of a brick through a window. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him, as he pumped hot spurts of cum into her.

Venom and light kept looping through them, turning one climax into something longer and sharper.

His last coherent thought was: I’m cumming harder than I ever have in my life. Future Kael can deal with the consequences.