Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
She will be claimed and bred, but first she must be tamed.
Only one thing could have awakened Kellan from long centuries of sleep. The scent of his mate.
Míorúilt has the blood of dragons in her veins and taming her will be no easy task, but Kellan wouldn’t want it to be. While he slumbered he dreamed of how sternly and shamefully he will punish her defiance and how thoroughly he will claim and ravage her beautiful virgin body.
Now it is time.
Author: Delta James
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 62,900 words
Excerpt
As another powerful orgasm began to overtake her, Míorúilt felt him almost withdraw completely. She wrapped her legs around him, grasping his buttocks and urging him to plunge back to her depths. The low rumbling that he murmured in her ear was the song she knew he would sing to her whenever they coupled. It felt as though something was falling away from his cock. As he drove into her again, Míorúilt could feel something small and sinewy slithering from her sheath to her bottom hole. She gasped as she felt it slip inside her and then begin to swell. Suddenly, moving her hips in rhythm to his became more difficult.
“The dragon’s tongue has you now, my drakaina,” he purred.
Kellan redoubled his efforts as his thrusting grew more powerful and frenzied. Soon the amount of pleasure he was inflicting and the climaxes he was exacting made coherent thought impossible. All that existed for Míorúilt was the sound and feel of the mighty dragon that had her pinned beneath him.
Kellan held her tightly to him both with his hands and the dragon’s tongue lodged deep within her bottom hole. She felt every inch and texture of his large staff as it filled her and grazed her inner walls. His movements became more deliberate and forceful. The faster he moved, the larger he seemed to grow within her. Her muscles tensed in a way she had learned was a precursor to another climax. Kellan’s lips moved down the side of her neck. As her muscles convulsed in a powerful orgasm, she felt his seed begin to flood her womb.
Míorúilt screamed again but wasn’t sure if it was in pleasure or final surrender to his mastery. Her pussy trembled blissfully all up and down his length as he continued to send his essence to the very end of her channel. As she felt him finish, he withdrew from both her pussy and her bottom hole completely and rolled her to her belly. Kneeling between her thighs, he grasped her hips and pulled her onto her knees.
She felt the hard pointed ridge, which had lost little of its girth, thrust deep into her pussy as she felt Kellan’s cock push past the tight, puckered entrance that guarded her back passage and began to stroke her. Once more, Míorúilt found herself doubly penetrated by both Kellan’s cock and the dragon’s tongue. When it had been the dragon’s tongue that claimed her bottom hole, it had been small enough to be given easy access before swelling to fill her. But Kellan’s large and fully engorged staff was another thing altogether and he was beyond his abilities to take her there gently.
Instead, when the head of his cock encountered her natural resistance, he surged forward forcefully, breaching her to claim that hole as well. Míorúilt screamed into the bedclothes as he began to stroke her dark passage in the same way he had her most feminine sheath. As he thrust his staff in her, the dragon’s tongue seemed to anchor itself in the walls of her pussy, stabbing at her before burying itself, making her scream again. Just as the pain threatened to become intolerable, the ridge let go. Míorúilt tried to catch her breath, only to have it stolen away as the ridge dug its barb into her again.
Míorúilt struggled to be free of him, but the rutting and almost continual climaxes had exhausted her and sapped her of her strength. Kellan continued to take her bottom hole with the same ferocity and power he had once used in her pussy. The devil’s tongue repeatedly stabbed her, leaving his seed in the furrows it had prepared while still twisted around his cock. She struggled and thrashed, clawing at the bedsheets to try to get away. But, as he relentlessly continued to breed her, the orgasmic pleasure he inflicted overtook every other sensation and she gave herself to it and to him.
