I Married A Dragon (Prime Mating Agency)(44)

My abdominal muscles contracted again when her hand wrapped more decisively around my shaft, my girth too great for her fingers to fully close around me. Although her hand moved up and around my length, she wasn’t stroking me, but rather examining and studying it with great fascination. Despite my burning arousal, her reactions fascinated me, too. A multitude of expressions flitted over her face, from curiosity to a mix of awe and confusion.

My shaft had many ridges, mirrored on each side, two big ones at the bottom, and four medium ones around the middle, and a series of smaller ones framing my dormant spikes, which she would merely assume to be a row of circular bumps on the transversal side. But they were so much more.

I took in a whistling breath as Kaida finally began to stroke me. No one had ever touched that most intimate part of me before. Sure, I’d pleasured myself in the past, but this… this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Her hand moved up and down, her thumb giving my ridges a wondrous extra rub. But it was the way she twisted her wrist when she reached the head, her grip tightening in an exquisite fashion, before she stroked me back down that had me panting in no time.

I’d just closed my eyes to surrender myself to the pleasure my Ejaya was giving me when she gasped and yanked her hand away from me. My eyes jerked open, and I stared at her in confusion. But Kaida was staring at my length in shock.

“What’s that? What’s happening?” she asked.

“It’s just my ridges. The median ones swell during intercourse to enhance the female’s sensations, and to expose their more sensitive inner edges to enhance my own sensations,” I explained, my voice gravelly from having my building pleasure so brutally interrupted. “The smaller ridges will start undulating after.”

“Ooh wow! Okay, that’s wicked,” Kaida said.

To my relief, she didn’t prolong my torture and wrapped her hand around me once more, resuming her ministrations. I closed my eyes again and moaned in delight as liquid flames swirled in my nether region. As pleasure built, my heating chamber warmed, and my tongue itched with the urge to strike a spark so that I could breathe fire. But then an unexpected wet warmth settled on the tip of my shaft, forcing my eyes open again. Before I could fully grasp what had been the cause, Kaida looked up at me with a flabbergasted expression.

“Oh, my God! You taste like mango!” she exclaimed.

“I taste like…?”

I never finished my sentence. Kaida bowed down her head, engulfing the upper half of my shaft into her mouth as if she’d been starving for days. I sat up with a shout, this pleasure almost too much to bear as her head greedily bobbed over me. One hand fisting the blanket covering our nest, my free one found its way into Kaida’s hair. It took every bit of my willpower not to direct the movement of her head, nor to fist her soft locks with painful strength.

Gods! I could die with pleasure in that instant. Heated hydrogen filled my chamber, clamoring to be burned. My muscles contracted, and my body tensed as I neared completion. Simultaneously, the spikes along the upper sides of my shaft extruded, the inferno of Kaida’s mouth on their overly sensitive surface, making me cry out.

I felt Kaida pulling away from me the moment my spikes began undulating. “No!” I shouted, my hand closing over hers to keep it from moving away. “Please, don’t stop. It’s just my spikes. They won’t hurt you. Please… don’t stop!”

I threw my head back with a hiss of pleasure when my Kaida complied, accelerating the movement of her hand on me. An uninterrupted flow of growly moans were pouring out of me, my hips moving up in counterpoint to her hand stroking me as I readied to topple over. Her mouth closing over my shaft, and her teeth grazing my undulating spikes did me in.

My spine seized violently, and a volcano erupted in my loins, its searing fire rushing through me. My powerful roar died in a stream of shadow flames as liquid bliss shot out of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head while my Kaida continued to frantically bob over me, her hand still working me, drawing out every last drop of my seed. I collapsed on the cushion the minute I’d used up the warm hydrogen in my heating chamber.

Dazed, I remained boneless, my body shaking while I waited for the room to stop spinning. As I regained my bearings, I refocused on Kaida, who had settled on top of me. I embraced her, one arm wrapped around her back, and the hand of the other resting on the bare mound of her behind. She was looking at me with the strangest but softest expression, laced with something akin to amusement.

“Now we know,” she said softly.

I blinked, unsure what she meant. “What do we know, my Kaida?”

“You breathe shadow flames when you climax,” she responded teasingly. “Good thing your house is flame-proof. That was an impressive eruption.”

I chuckled, my scales darkening with embarrassment. By the way she’d wiggled her eyebrows when she said the word “eruption” I could guess she wasn’t merely referring to my shadow flames.

“I clearly do. Better shadow flames than fire, though. They don’t leave dark smudges on the walls,” I said, before rubbing my snout against her nose. “Thank you for this unexpected gift, my Kaida. There aren’t enough words for me to tell you just how happy you make me.”

She opened her mouth to respond. By the tenderness on her face, I suspected she had been about to reciprocate, but then closed her mouth. I didn’t think she was holding back. My Kaida didn’t quite know yet how to word what she was feeling. I didn’t mind. We had plenty of time. She was mine, and before our six months were over, Kaida would be my true mate.