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He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
Pleasure seared through me. I threw my head back as I gripped Sigwulf’s scalp, grinding helplessly against his face. My fingers dug into his hair, ruining his smooth braid. I couldn’t help it. I needed to clutch at him. To anchor myself to him as the pleasure bore me up and up and up. So high I worried I might never come down. With a shattering cry, I crested that glorious edge, coming apart on his tongue the way I’d come apart in bed dreaming of this moment. My pussy fluttered and squeezed, reacting to every agonizing thrust of his powerful tongue.
Soaked and trembling, I nearly toppled backwards when Sigwulf’s hands briefly left my hips.
He stood and, his eyes never leaving me, undid his trousers.
My mouth went dry as his dark, swollen organ bobbed free. I’d only been with one other man, a travelling trader passing through a nearby village a few years ago, so I didn’t have much to compare Sigwulf to. But among both men and orcs, he had to be huge. His dark green shaft was long, thick, and ribbed with throbbing veins. He stroked himself, foreskin sliding back and forth over a slick, paler green tip. Heavy balls swung beneath, so dark they were nearly black.
I watched with heated anticipation as a bead of moisture appeared at his tip. My pussy clenched. I’d just come, but seeing him like this – my serious, stoic Sigwulf so undone by his desire for me – sent need roaring through my veins.
His balls twitched, tightening up towards his groin.
“Tell me where to spill my seed,” he hissed tightly. “I need to know now.”
My answer was instantaneous. I’d been taking herbs to avoid pregnancy the entire time I’d been here, just as I had my whole adult life. And, even if I hadn’t been, I wasn’t sure there could have been any other answer but this.
“Inside me.”
His cock visibly swelled further as I spoke. I wrenched my nightgown up over my head, letting it fall to the stone floor in a flutter of white.
There was that flash of dizzying pain on his face again.
“You’re too beautiful,” he murmured, squeezing his shaft. More seed dripped from his head. “I couldn’t have even dreamed something so beautiful as you.”
“I feel the same,” I breathed. And I meant it. Before I’d come here, I’d dreaded the idea of being with a monster male I’d never met. But there was no denying Sigwulf’s powerfully masculine, refined-yet-rough beauty. Even his non-human features – his wings and his tail – only added to his overall appeal. Graceful and brutal and beautiful.
Sigwulf stepped closer until his thick thighs pressed against the edge of the table between my legs. I wiggled my hips, moving closer, shuddering when his tip nudged at my drenched entrance. One of his hands fell to my thigh, holding it, while his other gripped his cock, guiding his tip deeper.
I went limp, nearly falling back and smashing my head upon the tabletop.
Sigwulf’s tail snapped up, cupping around my back and steadying me. I leaned gratefully against its muscled curve, spreading my trembling legs wider as Sigwulf slid into me, one agonizing inch at a time.
I begged him to go faster. Pleaded with him for more. To fill me with everything he had. Even if it hurt.
But, even in the grip of his devouring need, he didn’t.
Careful and murderously precise, as always, he nudged in, then out, getting just a little deeper every time. I stretched and burned for him, feeling like my entire pelvis was oozing open to make way for him. His tail tightened against my back. The hand that had been at my hip found my breast, kneading my soft flesh until my nipple turned hard and needy. My fingers scrabbled against his shoulders, his chest, his neck. Even when I curled my nails against him, like some feral thing, I never left a mark on his tough hide.
The marks I'd left on him weren’t the kind that I could see.
But I could feel them, now. I felt those marks in the hitching of his hips, starting to lose his precious control. Felt them in the impossible swell of his cock, growing even larger inside me as he drove deeper. Felt them in the desperate grip of his hand on my flesh, as if I’d disappear the instant he let go.
With a final blistering movement, he fully seated himself inside me. I clenched, rocking helplessly, needing him to take me harder. To stroke my insides with that veined, velvet length. To rut me until I couldn’t even speak because his cock had found its way all the way up to my throat.
I couldn’t say all of that. I could only get out one croaked word.
“Move.”
Generous, good man that he was, he obliged me. His powerful hips drew back, then drove inside with a force that sucked my breath from my chest. I sagged back against his tail, letting go of everything that wasn’t him. Letting him fill me, claim me, become everything that surrounded me.
Tears sprang to my eyes, running down the sides of my face as Sigwulf convulsed and spread his wings to their full width. I’d never seen his wings fully extended like that. They were even larger than they’d appeared – a glorious stretch of artful bone, taut muscle, and smooth hide.
The next moment, those wings were wrapped around me, cradling me and drawing me upwards, closer to Sigwulf’s chest. He planted his palms on either side of my hips, holding me firmly in place with his wings and tail.
This sense of being almost encased by him, cocooned by his wings while his cock drove into my depths, overwhelmed me. In the safe, tent-like enclosure of his wings, I became something precious and beloved. Something he needed to surround completely. To possess and protect.
Dragon Caste words tumbled from Sigwulf’s mouth as his forehead came to rest against mine. I didn’t understand them all, but I’d learned just enough to catch a few words. Words like “precious jewel” and “heart” and “keep” and “hoard.” I didn’t need to be fluent in Dragon Caste to figure out the meaning. The protective circle of those wings, the urgent claiming of that cock, filled in any blanks.
