A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(24)

His body went taut. That mighty form stood above us, hands in our hair, braced to fuck, one solid wall of muscle. His fingers slowly gripped, a hard, immovable hold, taking our face prisoner. His hips inched forward a little, rubbing against our closed lips.

“Hmm, yes,” he breathed as she let him in oh so slowly, building up the anticipation, and then squeezing his balls tightly for some reason to make him suck in a pained breath and back off. His chuckle was dark and approving. “My alpha,” he said. “My princess.”

He wasn’t using the name the way Nyfain the man used to, with condescension. The dragon’s tone was reverent.

He pushed in harder, though she slightly resisted, forcing his way in, scraped by our teeth for his efforts. He must’ve known it would happen but obviously didn’t care. He growled with feeling but didn’t stop, hitting the back of our throat. She squeezed his balls, then twisted to force him back out.

“Fuck,” he bit out.

What the fuck are you two doing? I said, bewildered. You want to suck his dick. We both do. Why are you biting and twisting his balls? This is weird.

It is a dance. He wants the pain. Because of his cock size and your relative inexperience, he knows he’ll hurt us when he penetrates our pussy. He doesn’t plan to give any pain that he won’t readily take himself, my animal explained, and given what he was forcing on himself, that didn’t make me feel any better. He is a dragon of honor. We’ve chosen well.

What’s this we stuff? I didn’t choose a damn thing.

Don’t be dumb.

I intended to keep arguing, but the dragon pumped forward again, his cock scraping down through our teeth to the back of our throat. My animal still didn’t let him through, backing him off again, sucking as she did. I watched in horror as she twisted his balls in a hard grip. Most men would’ve started singing in soprano, but he kept on, taking it.

He released the pressure on our head, giving us a chance to do this properly (finally, for fuck’s sake!). She took the base of his cock and sucked him down, massaging his balls instead of cutting off his baby supply. He hit the back of our throat, and she loosened up, gagging around that huge cock and continuing on anyway. Out and back she took him, getting into the rhythm. Feeling our lust rise as his sounds of pleasure drifted down around us.

She pulled our hands off his cock and balls and ran them up his outer thighs before curving around to grab his muscular butt. I didn’t need to speak shifter to know what that meant. I geared up for it, excitement and desire running through me, remembering doing this with Nyfain. Remembering how much I fucking loved drawing out his pleasure.

He growled and slammed his hips forward. She clutched his ass, taking his onslaught deep. He pulled out as she sucked, then drove in again, picking up the pace. He angled our head and thrust downward, his balls slapping against our chin. Tears dripped from our eyes as she worked, sucking and gagging and owning his cock, knowing at any moment she could clamp our teeth down and severely ruin his life.

His pelvis crashed against our face as he fucked our mouth with hard, greedy thrusts. She reached down with one hand and fingered our pussy, adding to the pleasure of the rough, dominating treatment.

With a snarl, he ripped himself away, breathing heavily, the tip of his dick leaking just a little. He’d gone to the edge and stopped, tit for tat. He’d done it to us, and so he’d accepted the hardship for himself as well.

“Stand,” he growled, still breathing hard, his fists clenched. He gritted his teeth, clearly fighting for control so that he didn’t come.

She rose just as gracefully as she’d lowered, slinky and sexy. Our breasts jutted, eager to be licked and sucked. Our fingers still played between our thighs, rubbing our clit and eliciting soft moans.

He took a step forward and ripped our hand away. “If you need pleasure, you come to me. I will make sure you are sated and happy at all times.”

Yeah, right, as if that’s feasible, I thought as arousal licked higher.

Just go with it. The dragon is trying to figure out his duty to us. The man will sort all that out. Let’s just agree with everything so I can get that big cock in me.

He stepped closer still, his fingers taking over for hers, rubbing at exactly the right firmness and speed. Exactly like she’d been doing.

I’m now on board for hoping it’s feasible… I thought desperately, sinking into the decadence of his ministrations.

He bent and kissed our lips softly, his fingers moving to our wetness and pushing inside, stroking as his thumb moved against our clit. She whimpered, running our hands up his arms and over his shoulders. He angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting in time with his fingers. His thumb moving.

She tightened her hold around his neck. Stood on tiptoes to get more of that kiss. Our toes curled within the divine sensation; we were lost to the feel of his lips. His fingers. His heat. I wished Nyfain and I were in charge, not our animals. I wanted to take him like this, to lose myself in his body. I didn’t care about the consequences right now. Our stations hadn’t changed, but right now I didn’t care about being a royal side piece. I doubted either of us would ever get a chance to settle down with someone else anyway. My fate would likely be dark, as would his. I wanted a little slice of light before the world started burning.

Something in our middle clicked, like a key turning in a lock. It tugged before sending a shot of hot magma running from him to us. It thrummed within us, and she closed our eyes in utter ecstasy.