The dragon king has finally found his mate. Me.
For centuries, every woman in my family has vanished on the night of her twenty-first birthday, then returned telling tales of being shamefully ravaged by a man who could turn into a dragon.
Tonight he came for me.
I fought, but he just tore off my clothes and spanked me until I was wet and ready for him.
The brute didn’t take me right then and there. He made me beg for it first. But even before he marked me as his, I knew he wasn’t going to send me home after he mounted and claimed me.
The dragon king is never going to let me go.
Because I’m his mate.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 69,500 words
He lifted my hips a bit higher and then I opened my eyes, finally catching a glimpse of his tail. The muscles of my ass tensed, and my pussy clamped down on his cock, but my clit throbbed hard enough to make my hips jerk. The soft scales slid against the side of my ass, before it slipped down and swirled in the wetness that had dripped down my thighs. He coated the tip of his tail thoroughly with my own arousal before he brushed it along the cleft of my backside. It was slick. I tried to fight him, but he pinned my arms above my head with embarrassing ease.
“You will take my tail or my cock in that tight little bottom, angel. Your choice,” he warned.
“You can’t,” I begged, and he used his cock to punish my pussy. His thrusts took a cruel turn and pain flitted through me.
“Choose, angel,” he demanded.
His cock was far larger than his tail and there was no question in my mind that it would hurt far more. I bit my lip, my head not wanting either, yet my clit seeming to demand both.
I went with the lesser of two very shameful evils.
“Your tail,” I whispered, my pussy more thoroughly used than I thought possible.
The tip of his tail prodded between my cheeks, and I tried my best not to clench around it. It finally settled on top of my bottom hole, and I tried to do my best to remain calm while my needy arousal seemingly surged out of control.
I shouldn’t want this.
Worse, I shouldn’t want to come with both my pussy and bottom full of him.
But I did.
“Good choice. I’ll leave the fucking of your final virgin hole for another night,” he whispered, and it was at that moment that his tail forced itself inside me.
Slickened by my own wetness, the narrow tip slipped into me with ease. It felt foreign at first, pinching slightly and I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet so that he didn’t find out that it had caused a jolt of pleasure to race straight to my clit too. I couldn’t keep quiet for long. He pushed more of it inside me, and I quickly realized that his tail widened far too quickly for my liking. The further it sank inside me, the more it stretched my tight little hole wide open in a way it wasn’t supposed to be stretched.
“Fuck. I knew that pretty little ass would be tight, but it’s better than I could have hoped for,” he purred.
My asshole clenched around his tail, and he groaned.
“It hurts,” I whined, and he thrust it in deeper.
Pain radiated around my tender hole, surging up and down my spine with wild abandon. I was already full of his cock and his tail made me feel like I was stuffed to the brim. The stretching burn was intense for several more agonizing moments before he pulled his tail out a bit and thrust it back in. It hurt a little less, but it still burned red hot. He did that several more times and soon I was thrashing beneath him with passionate desire.
I shouldn’t like this.
“Please,” I begged.
“Do you need to come like this, angel? Stuffed full of my cock and my tail?”
I did need to come that way. I rocked my hips up and he pumped his cock in and out of me. His tail thrust in hard, sinking in a little deeper each time and stretching my tight little hole open for his sordid use.
“Yes,” I wailed.
“Then beg for me, angel.”