Drayce stared down at the sassy beauty—her white hair fanning around her head, the pupils dilated in her cerulean eyes, and her white teeth nibbling enchantingly on her plump red lips.
How did I get so lucky?
The Commander wasn’t somebody who worried or hedged, well not often, but he found himself questioning whether he had the skill and guts to go forward with so many things tonight. But, he also had never been in a situation where he didn’t want to lose a woman. Usually, he was the one that would love them and leave them, but the thought of Satin leaving in the morning concerned him—actually had his heart racing with concern.
Just get it over with!
Her plump backside squirmed on the bedspread, the puffy lips of her hot little cunt glistening.
“Anxious, sweetie?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
His shirt now unbuttoned, he swept it over his shoulders and down his arms draping it atop her wedding robe.
Carefully watching her reaction, he swallowed past a lump, waiting for her reaction.
She furrowed her barely-there eyebrows, her gaze narrowing and focused on his right shoulder. “What…what is that, Drayce?”
“It’s a dragon patch—the mark of the dragon.” She’d have more questions and he’d answer them as honestly as he could, but wouldn’t offer any information freely.
“What does that mean? Did a dragon bite you there?” Satin sat up, moving to her knees to look at it closely. “May I touch it?”
“Yes, you may. No, a dragon didn’t bite me, and it means that I’ve been called by the Gods to be a dragon trainer.”
“It’s scaly and bumpy…and.” She ran the pad of her forefinger lightly over the patch. “It looks like a dragon’s scales.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Are you a shifter?” He couldn’t tell if she wanted the answer to be yes or not.
“No, but some people are, and I train some of them once they’ve turned. But, no, I’m not a shifter. I’m a Commander, and that designation comes with physical evidence also.” Drayce unbuttoned his pants, skimming both them and his boxers off, sliding them from his feet, tossing them onto the chair with the mound of clothes.
Drayce slowly turned and waited for her to scream or run, but instead, she reached out to touch it.
“It’s a …tail. A miniature dragon tail.”
“It is. Are you okay with that?” Might as well ask now and watch her leave than take a chance after he’d grown used to her and couldn’t imagine losing her. It would still hurt, but if it were now, he’d get over the loss quicker. He didn’t dare look her in the face; he couldn’t handle the rejection.
Grasping his tentacle tightly, she walked around him, holding it firmly in her small hands and looked him in the eye. “I like it…it makes you dragon-like. Can you do anything with this? Does it give you magical powers?”
“No. It’s a sign from the Gods that I’m a Warlord of the Dragons, and the dragon patch means I’m a Commander.”
She ran her hand along the length of the tail, and his cock lengthened with the gentle touch. His hard rod bobbed in front of him, and she reached out stroking both now. “What does this tail do?”
“Well, I can fuck you with it – fill either of your holes while my cock fills the other.”
Shuttering his eyes, Drayce waited for the slamming of the bedroom door, and when he didn’t hear the wood rattling the door frame, he peeped an eye open to find her blushing furiously from the top of her head to the tips of her breasts, smiling mischievously at the tentacle.
“It’s red and scaly, like the beautiful ruby-colored dragon in the field outside.”
“That’s my dragon; she sensed right off that we were…similar. She chose me.” He watched her expressions closely.
Her hand stroked the end of his tail, the sensation snaking down the length and making his ass tingle, his cock reacting to the arousal becoming impossibly hard.
Growling deep in his throat he restrained himself from ejaculating too soon.
“The end of your tail…is it a tail or tentacle?”
“It’s either…you can call it what you wish.”
“It has a barb at the end, will that hurt?” She toyed with the barbed spikes on either side.
“No. They’re soft, you’re bending them, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But when I come, spurting my seed into you, the barbs will harden, and a prong will spring, keeping the tail inside your orifice, locking us together until we both are no longer aroused…it helps with mating.”
It was a lot to digest in such a short time, but he felt a bit of pride run through him. Satin didn’t seem to be daunted by it. If anything, she seemed intrigued and fascinated at the prospect of having his tail within her body.
“Will you put this in my bottom hole tonight?”
His cock spasmed and when he looked down, it was then that he noticed that she’d been dripping onto the floor, a spot of her sticky essence puddled between her feet.
“By the Gods of Alpheas!” Swearing, he dug his nails into his thigh, doing anything he could think of to distract himself from coming on the spot. He couldn’t believe his ears. She wanted his tail in her ass. He wanted to cheer, shaking his fist in the air as he did after a victory on the battlefield.
Clearing his throat, he rasped out, “Yes, Satin. If you’d like, I can put my tail in your ass.”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
Fuck!
Composure. He needed to gain composure. “On the bed again, girl. I don’t believe you asked permission to vacate, did you?”
Her throat worked to swallow. “N-no, Sir.”
“Get your little ass back up there.”
She scrambled up onto the high, four poster bed, lying on her back with her knees bent and spread.
The lips of her sex were a deep pink and glistened in the dim light, her thighs were shaking, and it tugged at his heart that she felt so anxious. He swore he’d do anything to alleviate any panic and make it pleasurable for her.
Drayce climbed onto the bed, situating his hips between her legs, his cock resting on her mound. He drew a plump, white breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the flesh. Her hips swayed under him, and he pressed himself, so his penis was cocooned between her labia, and with slow, lazy strokes he brushed the head of his cock along her clitoris.
Her neck lengthened, and she closed her eyes. He kissed along the long column of her neck, dipping his tongue into her ear and when she moaned loudly, he slid down her body, suckling at her breast. Situating his cock between the puffy lips of her sex, he skated along the slick labia, teasing and bumping against her clit.
“I’m going to push into you, sweetie. It’s going to hurt, but I’ll hold you close and not move until the sting subsides. I promise.” He pressed the head of his cock into her and with a bit of hesitation and then purpose, he thrust hard and broke her innocence, her cry of pain, tearing his heart.
Drayce kissed along her eyelids, the salty taste of her tears wetting his lips. “It’s okay, baby. It’s over. It gets better now, you’ll see.” He continued to murmur into her hair, stroking her face, and wiping her tears away.
The walls of her sex began to pulse around him, and he fought the urge to impale her deeper. Instead, he stilled, waiting until she initiated movement again.
Her small hips lifted and her womb spasmed, squeezing him tightly. “There you go, that’s my girl.”
She smiled up at him, running her hands along his back, and squirming under him.
Drayce increased his pace, moving much slower than he wanted to, but he kept in mind the purity of his wife, wanting to keep their first time within the confines of decency.
But when she keened loudly, biting her lip, Drayce knew that he could move forward with her next request. He maneuvered his tail, pressing the tip up to her little pucker.
Her eyes shot open, and she gasped, “Oh!”
“Indeed.” He chuckled in response, pushing the thin but large tentacle into her dark hole. Once he had her filled, he pistoned his cock into her slippery, hot cunt, alternating with thrusts in both holes.
Satin dug her fingernails into his back, and not long after her hips naturally moved in rhythm, she screamed with her release, the walls of her pussy and ass squeezing him so tightly, Drayce had to grit his teeth to keep from shouting. He spurt rope after rope of his semen into her, and it was then that the barbs locked within her.
“Oh! Oh, shit!” The burn and press of the barb spurred her into another spontaneous orgasm, and she growled deep in her chest.
Drayce moaned in agony, her muscles clutching his appendages which were too sensitive from his orgasm for the force with which she crushed him.
“Fuck!”
Satin’s hips bucked and spasmed, constricting around him, and he rode out the delicious pain, imprisoned within the warm, wet confines of her sex. She quickly collapsed in exhaustion, her sphincter relaxing and releasing him.
Slowly he pulled out of both orifices, and she whined dejectedly at the loss of him filling her fully, but in her sated state, she didn’t even open her eyes. He tucked her back to his chest, spooning her, and cupping a breast in his hand, marveling that she’d accepted his dragon patch and tail, giving of herself willingly and completely on her first time.
It was official, she belonged to him.
Mine.