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Kurzon chased after her with grace and ease, his long tail easily covering the ground in great strides. He relished the sound of her small gasps as he closed the distance between them.
Suddenly, she darted off the path and rushed through the thick underbrush. Kurzon followed, undeterred. He tracked her by her mounting excitement, and the rustle of her dress through the trees.
He rounded a bend, and there she was, standing in the middle of a clearing, her large doe eyes wide and luminous, cheeks flushed. The sight stirred something deep within him, and he moved closer to her.
“Are you surrendering, my lady?” His voice was velvet, but his words were steel.
She nodded her head silently, and Kurzon felt a thrill of triumph. He stepped closer and reached out his hand. She placed her trembling hand on his, and he pulled her close.
Kurzon smiled slyly. He knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to make his move. With a confident swagger, he strode forward and scooped Nooriya up into his arms.
She gasped in surprise, but her eyes sparkled in delight.
“You are mine now, my lady,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. He reveled in her sweet musk and even now was impatient to dive into her wet heat. “I intend to have you to myself for the next few days, and not just tonight. If you wish otherwise, speak now.”
Nooriya blushed, but did not try to escape his embrace. Instead, she snuggled closer to his chest, her heart racing with excitement. “I’ve wanted to be with you since the first day I met you,” she confessed.
The urge to take her roared within him, but he knew that the next few moments would be crucial for them. He did not want her to doubt him, ever, nor give her any reason to mistrust him. And so, he gazed into her eyes that shone like twin moons, her tan skin nearly as deep as his bronzed scales. She was his mate, as sure as he was of his name.
“As have I. Your scent called to me. You were made for me, and I promise I will cherish you and keep you safe.”
Nooriya’s eyes glistened with tears, but she smiled up at him. “I believe you, my lord.”
Kurzon wrapped her in his embrace, feeling her heart beat against his chest. Already, the sounds of passionate lovemaking echoed around them. If he didn’t leave now, they would soon join in the chorus. However, Kurzon would not allow for his bride’s first coupling to be outside among strangers.
Besides, once he started, he did not plan on stopping. Kurzon carried her to one of the secret tunnels that allowed safe passage out of the castle in case of a siege. Before long, they arrived in his den, where he had prepared for the two of them.
As the door swung shut, Kurzon wasted no time establishing his claim. He slanted his mouth over hers, delving his tongue into her mouth. He groaned against her. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
He pulled apart from her, roving his gaze over her features to gauge whether she still wanted this—still wanted him. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she flicked her tongue over her lips as if trying to capture every bit of his taste in her mouth. “Let’s get you out of this dress.”
Nooriya nodded, and he gently peeled away the layers of fabric, revealing her body to him. He made quick work of the laces on her bodice and peeled off her dress, revealing her curvy body to his gaze. Kurzon’s breath caught in his throat as the sight of her lithe curves lay before him. His hands trembled as he explored the contours of her body, memorizing every inch.
When Nooriya shivered beneath his touch, he knew she was ready. He pressed her back onto the bed, pressing his body against hers as he brought his lips to hers. He paused for a moment, noting the wildness in her eyes before finally giving her what she wanted. Kurzon moved his mouth against hers hungrily as his hands stroked her skin, exploring her body and learning her soft curves. As he moved his hands lower, Nooriya gasped with pleasure and Kurzon felt his own arousal surge.
Kurzon had waited a long time for this moment, and he wanted to savor every second. He moved slowly, losing himself in her warmth, delighting in each moan and gasp as his skillful hands aroused her. He parted her thighs, exposing her pussy to him. Nooriya gasped and reached out to grab hold of his head as he slid his tongue into her slit. She bucked her hips towards him, desperate to feel more of his touch. She moaned as he plunged his tongue into her pussy again and again.
“I know what you need,” he said, as he parted her seam with his tongue, exploring her honeyed depths. He let his fangs graze her delicate skin, just enough to be thrilling. She quivered beneath him as her climax neared. He pressed gentle lips against her throbbing clit, teasing and sucking it, slowly ramping up and building the intensity. He swirled his fingers in her cream, readying her tight cunt for his cocks.
Nooriya’s fingers tangled in his hair as she chanted his name. “I know, my darling, I know.” He cooed encouraging words against her sex, reveling in the liquid heat that flowed from her. He dipped the tip of his tail inside her now, pushing into her, feeling her tight walls grip him so well. As she crested, her cries became insistent, until finally her body bowed under the intensity of her orgasm. Kurzon increased his pace, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. When another crest swelled within her, he twisted his tail into her tight pucker.
Nooriya screamed in pleasure, and it was all he could do to hold her hips down so he could continue tormenting her.
She felt his forked tongue circling her nipples, nipping and sucking at them. His hands traced the length of her body, stroking and teasing as she squirmed in pleasure under his touch.
She shuddered as she exploded in orgasm.
When she finally lay still and wrung out, Kurzon rose above her, centering himself between her legs. “My lady. Look at the mess you’ve made of your pretty cunt.” He ran his finger between her folds as if in emphasis. “I’m going to make it even worse.”
Nooriya’s gaze snapped to his at his dark promise. His cocks emerged from his sheath, and her eyes grew even larger when she saw that liquid leaked out of the tip in a fair trickle. “May I touch you?” she said, breathless.
“I would prefer that you do,” Kurzon responded.
Like an eager student, Nooriya took each cock in hand and found a rhythm in stroking them. She leaned forward and licked one before licking the other. Both would be a mouthful for her, but as long as she wanted to learn, he would teach her how to take a cock deep in her throat with all she wished.
“Gods be praised, Nooriya. Your mouth is perfect.” She hummed in praise, which made him impossibly hard.
Kurzon wanted to take her—claim her—as instinct and ritual required. He wouldn’t thrust into her mouth. He wouldn’t have the control to be careful.
