A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(90)

We ran across the castle grounds, his cock deep in my pussy, my legs wrapped around his middle. I held on to his shoulders as I slammed down onto him, was lifted, and then slammed down onto him again.

“Holy fuckity cunticles—” I didn’t know what I was saying. Couldn’t do anything but swear. “Arsehole twat trolley!”

The glorious friction nearly undid me, the merciless pounding branding my body with his cock. The pleasure built, and built, and built. I bit down hard on the base of his neck as his cock speared me. I didn’t know how to claim, but I knew how to mark. My teeth tore flesh.

He growled in pleasure, hissing out, “Yes!”

Apparently he wanted a claim as well.

The thought spiraled me higher. I hit a wall and then a gush of pleasure tore through me, so intense that I blacked out for a moment. I screamed and shook on him, my pussy clenching him tightly. But the ride kept going. His cock kept ramming into me with each hard landing. Another wave came. I came with it. Another, my teeth tearing at his skin, the thought of claiming him making me dizzy with lust. I came, and came, and came, almost unable to fucking stand it.

“Fucking fuck,” I swore, vibrating against him, drenched with my climaxes.

Finally the ride slowed and the swell of incredibly intense orgasms softened, letting me come down.

I breathed deeply, trembling against him, draped over his massive shoulders. There was zero stress left in my body. Now, that was a hard fucking.

We approached the stables.

“Turn around,” Nyfain growled at Gyril in a voice that sent a merciless shiver rolling down my spine. Heat tingled in my core, and my animal pumped out power, wanting more action. Wanting more of him. All of him.

You need to chill the fuck out, I told my animal. Let’s all just chill the fuck out.

He needs to fight us, prove his physical dominance, and then mate us. It’s time. His dragon is getting restless, and so am I. I don’t care about his stupid plans to send you away. They don’t make sense, and they are not happening. His dragon won’t let him. We’re staying with them, and we’ll fight what comes together. End of story.

I ignored her. If she had her way, a ground-bound dragon and a tabby cat, or whatever, would take on the demon king and his forces…without an army. Yes, why not? Let’s all die.

Nyfain kissed me deeply, running his hands up my back, still hard within me. Fuck, he was a good kisser.

“I regret to inform you that we lost your pants along the way,” he murmured against my lips.

I glanced down quickly. “Ah, man. I liked those. Also…now I have no pants. Or underwear.”

“I can lend you my skirt.” He pulled back so that he could put his hands under my armpits.

“Your…skirt, did you say?”

He hefted me up, his cock sliding out of me. My wetness coated his length, and he tensed, holding me in the air, every muscle on his big body tense. A vein pulsed in his jaw as he turned and lowered me, dropping me the last foot to the ground. He bent then, bracing his hands on his thighs, clearly in pain. I had no idea how he hadn’t blown his load in that last stretch.

“We’re not far from the castle,” I said with a suppressed smile, checking to make sure Gyril was still turned around and couldn’t see my bare ass or out-of-control lady beard beside the hanging dagger.

“No.” Nyfain stiffly pulled his leg from around the animal’s back and jumped off. “I will attend to you now, and finish deeply inside of you when I can’t stand it anymore.”

His cock still out, he pulled his shirt from over his head and bent, holding it out for my feet.

I braced a hand on his shoulder. “What’s happening?”

“Step into the neck hole. I’ll stretch it to fit around your waist.”

“You’re going to ruin your shirt.”

“I’ve lost your pants. It’s only fair that I now ruin my shirt. It isn’t as magnanimous as the dragon letting you torture my balls, but it’s a start.”

I laughed and slipped in one foot, then the other, standing with my legs close together as he stretched the neck up over my knees and then started tearing it to fit over my hips. He cinched it around my waist, and the shoulder area draped down my hips.

“Huh,” I said, keeping it put. “That actually worked.”

“I’m bigger than you.”

“Oh yeah? I didn’t notice that when you were looming over me in barely contained rage all those times.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. He tucked himself into his pants. “You love my rage.”

I really did—especially when he exploded into my body with it.

A gush of wetness dripped down my upper thigh. His nostrils flared, and he tensed all over again, breathing deeply.

“Stop,” he pleaded.

“This is your fault, not mine,” I replied.

“I was talking to the dragon.” He put a hand to my hip and gently pushed me behind him before leading his stallion toward Gyril.

“Hadriel will be along shortly,” he told the stable master.

“Very good, sir.”

Nyfain draped an arm around me as we walked toward the castle, stopping behind a hedgerow to drop to his knees in front of me and lift my pseudo-skirt. He ran his tongue within my folds and then sucked in my clit.