sharp teeth, he’s unbelievably… gentle somehow. Because it doesn’t hurt like a true bite, and when I regain the use of my muscles enough to lift my head and glance down at myself, I’m not bleeding anywhere.
Halki transfers his attention to my other breast, and I brace myself when he closes his mouth over my nipple here too…
But he only draws at it with his tongue, adding a sucking pressure before he pulls away.
My body sags a little in a strange sort of disappointment.
A laugh rasps out from between my dragon’s bright white teeth, making my eyes shoot to his.
He drags his cheek over my shoulder before sinking to the level of my breast again, and after rasping his scaly face there, he strikes with his mouth.
The flash of pain is chased by a burst of pleasure that hits me square between the legs even harder than before. “Why do I want this? Why does this feel good?” I ask, dazed.
“Because I’m a Crested Merlin, and we’re amazing at everything we do,” Halki replies. He sounds entirely serious.
I blink at the top of his head. “Um, just so you know, humility may not be one of your strong suits.”
“Eh. That’s a well-known fact among dragonkind.” His hands skate down my sides and grip my hips, hard. He runs his tongue down the line of my stomach, making all of my skin jump, making my cheeks flush hot, stopping just above my curly mound. He looks up at me and grins. “But who needs to be humble when I’m magnificent?”
And then his thick fingers expertly part my lower lips and his knuckles drag past my swollen center of pleasure.
“NGNHA!” is what I shout.
Halki purrs loudly and teases along my insides with his fingers, stretching me, testing, seeking something. “I wonder,” he manages to speak through the rattling noise his chest and throat are emitting, his lids low in a way that’s making my heart race, “if you are like they say dragon females are, and you have a special sweet spot tucked inside your vent.”
Vent? I shake my head to clear the image of a snake with its tail popped back, its hatch open—the one that expels and takes in breeding stuff as well as voids chalky waste. Gross. I shake my head harder.
Halki’s eyes meet mine, and for a moment he looks crestfallen. If he were in his dragon form, this might be a literal happening with his real frill deflating at my answer.
“Not you,” I tell him. “I was picturing a snake’s—never mind. Yes, I have a sweet spot, and if you keep doing what you’re doing, you’re going to find it.”
Halki rises over me, his breath fanning along my cheek before he drops his chin and drags his tongue up my throat, clearly pleased with this news.
His fingers keep circling inside me, slow and blindly, pleasurable but just off center from where my body would be best served by his attention.
“Pretend you’re aiming for my belly button,” I pant, feeling wetness at the side of my mouth. Oh my Venys, am I drooling? Swiping at my face with the back of my wrist, I return my hand to his shoulder where I had it perched, kneading and digging into his muscle with my nails.
“Your what?” he asks.
It takes me a moment to understand what he’s asking.
My belly button. He doesn’t have one; he doesn’t know what one is.
With a clumsy hand, I shove between us and tap the depression on my stomach.
“Hm, I wondered what this belly divot was,” he murmurs. “I’ll ask you more about it later. For now…” his finger skates along the front of my vaginal wall with patience and curiosity. He whispers a touch over an area that makes my body lock up like I’m being hit with lightning.
“I am so pleased: I believe I’ve found it for you,” he breathes—and his rumbly purr intensifies as he continues to coax more shaking, sweating, twitching tremors out of my thrilled system, making me cum for him—and he doesn’t stop when he breaks my body for the first time. He keeps stroking the magic spot he’s found, like it’ll give him extra treasure if he turns it inside out and shakes the hell out of it.
He’s nearly doing just that.
He uses two fingers to tap the sensitized area, making me muffle a scream as I quake from my womb to my toes. Pressure builds and builds and builds—until I feel liquid pulse out of me in