The dragon king told me to stay away from him. I didn’t listen.
When the king of this realm saw me bathing in a stream, he did his best to warn me. Keep my distance or the curse upon him would set his blood on fire and he would ravage me brutally.
I didn’t, and he did.
But he did more than just pin me to the forest floor and mount me like a feral beast.
He made me his, and no matter how savagely he ruts me or how thoroughly he blisters my bare backside while trying to scare me away, I’ll never stop being what I was always destined to be.
Author: Sara Fields
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Length: 70,800 words
His lips closed down over my right bud. I tensed, trying to remain still, both dreading and yearning for what was to come.
“Please,” I begged.
I didn’t know whether I was begging him to stop or pleading for him to continue, but none of that mattered because his teeth bit into my nipple with brutal savagery. I cried out and he bit down even harder, holding it in the vicelike clamp of his jaws.
Then his teeth lengthened, the sharp points jutting into the sensitive flesh of my nipple. He turned his head slightly, pulling the skin punishingly hard, and I arched into his mouth. At the same time, he shifted one knee in between my legs, rubbing the rough fabric of his pants against my clit. I gasped, swallowing back a scream of painful desire, but I couldn’t stop myself from unconsciously rocking my hips against his thigh.
He smiled knowingly and released my nipple.
The burning pain intensified for several seconds, and I writhed through it, watching with passionate anxiety as he lowered his mouth to the other side. I tensed and tried to twist away, but he wrapped his hand around me once again, forcing me to lie back on the mossy ground. He lightly nipped my left side, causing both peaks to stretch forward, impossibly erect and needy.
“You’ll take what I give you, sweet mate,” he growled, and my core constricted tight.
He bit down on the left side punishingly hard, and I shrieked, my eyes watering as the familiar burn spiked, seemingly more intensely than the other. He clamped down with his pointed teeth as I writhed against his leg.
I could protest as much as I liked, but somewhere deep down, a part of me was enjoying this.
When he finally released my nipple, I breathed a sigh of relief before the intense stinging pain that came after rocketed through me. I arched and struggled to take it, but when his fingers dipped between my thighs, the agony fell away, and the only thing left was intense, fiery need as he caressed my needy clit.
I was slick with my own arousal. A deep flush came over my cheeks, and I wondered if he could see it in the light of the full moon.
“You’re very wet, for me, mate, but not wet enough,” he growled.
With one swift motion, he crept backwards and wrapped his hand around my ankles. He lifted my legs straight back towards my face, exposing my bottom and my pussy in an entirely shameful display. Held up like this, he could see everything in between my thighs, and I blushed even more deeply when I realized that he could likely see my bottom hole, too.
For a long moment, he just looked at me. Feeling bashful, I tugged at the vines overhead in an attempt to hide my body, but they only tightened and pulled my hands even more firmly over my head.
He pushed my legs down a bit further, stretching my hamstrings and lifting my hips partially off the ground. If he hadn’t been able to see me before this, he was most certainly getting an eyeful now. I whimpered; my shameful arousal impossible to keep at bay now that I was fully aware of that fact that he could see all of me.
His eyes darkened considerably, and then his hand slapped down directly over the center of my ass, threateningly close to my pussy.