Tropical Dragons Series Box Set - Naomi Lucas Page 0,70
between us, and she begins moving faster.
With her head still back, her knees rising where she is straddling, my human finally manages to work herself off my shaft’s girth. Good, human. Guttural noises tear out of me. Aida falls back down on me with a cry. YES!
I cannot help the spurts of seed that streak out with each flutter of her sheath.
“Yes,” I growl when she moves faster, taking me in like the huntress she is. Hunting pleasure.
My human rider.
Not on my back, but on my shaft. Shifting my tail between us, I flick her sensitive nub with my tip. Animalistic noises sound from my throat. Her head flips forward, her dark eyes meet mine, glisteningly wet and squinting with need.
My hands grip her hips hard, slamming her up and down my length. She screams and I do it again, taking over.
Pumping into her, my gaze leaves her shocked expression to her bouncing breasts. Her tits are tight and peaked now, begging for suckling. Another difference between our species I like. Leaning forward, I capture one honey bouncing tit between my lips.
Aida’s hands leave my thighs to claw my back.
I graze my teeth over her.
She scratches me. It is not enough.
My thrusting grows faster. I want to break her in two, need to feel her strangle me and pull out my seed. She is no longer able to keep up with my speed and lets me take over.
I get my submission.
Using her soft yet lean little body, jerking, shunting upward while I force her hard down all to my pleasure. Her cries spur me on. Her arousal grows in the air, and I suck it deep within me, feasting on the smell of her and my seed mixed.
Right when I am about to explode, burying my face between her breasts,, Aida clamps down hard on me, flinging wildly out of my grip.
Stunned, my eyes snap to hers just as they fall back into her head. Her body shoots up straight, her mouth poised in a silent scream, and her deep grows so wet, so tight, uncomfortable pressure—breathtaking pleasure—clenches my shaft.
Her core pumps, pulling the seed out of me forcibly. I explode, roaring in satisfaction.
She falls into my chest, breathing hard, then going silent as wave after wave of my seed jets out. Seed that has burned inside me for countless years, priming for my mate. I shoot up to my feet, still holding my human to me and keeping her on my cock as my hips thrust and the spewing continues. My tail goes straight and stiff.
I feel her belly expand against mine.
Raw power floods me. My mate.
Take me, take it all. It is yours.
When the overwhelming pressure begins to fade and my spurts come to a blissful end, I realize there is something wrong.
Aida is limp in my arms. Her legs have fallen, and she is only held onto me by my grip.
“Human?” I grasp her hair and pull her head back. “Aida?” Her eyes are hooded.
No response.
Any satisfaction dies, leaving shock and worry behind.
“Aida?” I say louder, laying her on the ground, pulling myself out from between her legs. The scent of mating builds, ignored.
She does not move. I put my hands to her neck, her chest—there is movement beneath. Calming down, I lay my ear to her and listen for her heartbeat. Thump, thump; thump, thump.
It is strong, but that gives me little relief.
I knew humans were weak.
I did not care, forcing her to accept me anyway.
Sensations of something slimy squeeze my chest. Something I have not felt since a young dragonling.
Guilt.
I throw a clean hide over her, gather her into my arms, and rush out of the cave, searching for anyone who may be able to help. I see sunlight at the mouth of the cave and hasten my steps.
And run head-first into another human.
The human falls back. “Oomph.” Muttering, the human rebalances.
“You, help me! She is not responding,” I order, laying Aida down in the grass outside the cave. Rain falls from the sky but it is nothing like the day before, a wispy shower. Still, I move Aida closer to the rocks and shelter her as best I can. My guilt grows, seeing her limply lying there.
The other human settles next to me with a gasp. “Aida!” Her hands go to Aida’s cheeks.
I hiss low in warning, and the human moves them away.