Chapter Nine - The Moon Dance
Cyrene
I smile at him. He knows—or understands—way more than he lets on, but he only has a vague idea of what I am about. I have always thought of myself as a rare bird, an exotic species who was sent to earth for a limited time. Right now, in this glade, when it is just me and him, the possibilities seem endless. But I know I don’t belong here. Soon, I will have to wake up from this dream.
He fingers a long curl in my hair and pulls me closer into a warm embrace. His hands run up my shirt, his fingers massaging my back. I hold his face in my hands as his embrace tightens and he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.
I roll up his shirt, revealing a perfect six-pack. His bronze skin bathed in moonlight, his muscles rippling. I go lower, planting kisses and pecks in my path, and unbutton his jeans. I unzip his pants, pull them down along with his boxers and he kicks them off. I look around and he assures me that “No one will bother us here.”
I take a moment to just admire his cock, as it stands erect, slightly curved, almost nine inches. Its girth is more than any I have ever seen, its head slightly purple. I plant a quick kiss on the tip of his cock, his hands reach into my hair, pushing my mouth gently toward his stiff member. I part my lips and take the head inside my mouth, sucking on it like a candy. He tastes like cologne and musk, his skin smooth against my wet tongue.
“Ah,” a moan escapes his lips. I lick his cock like a lollipop, moistening it from base to tip with my tongue, then I wiggle my tongue on its tiny slit.
“Go deeper,” he says. I look him in the eyes as I take his entire length into my mouth, inch by inch, till his tip is deep into my throat. He holds my head in his hands, his cock still inside my mouth and turns me around. Then he fucks my face, thrusting slowly, going deeper with every thrust. I slobber over his cock, its thickness filling my mouth. He forces all the way in and his cock reaches a new level of depth in my throat, my nose pressed against his pubes. He holds still, enjoying the warmth of my mouth, till I push him back so I can breathe.
His eyes light up, flaring. His pupils turn into slits and I feel his dragon take over him. Something shifts in him.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad,” he says in a deep, masculine voice. He undresses me and takes off his remaining clothes, then starts kissing me again, hovering over me, my back against the grass. He straddles me and pushes his cock between my breasts, its tip reaching my lips. He pushes my knockers closer together, squishing his massive cock in between, thrusting. Then he goes down on me, his tongue wiggling against my wet clitoris, pushing inside me.
As he grabs me by my protruding hipbones and eats my pussy, I run my fingers through his head and massage his shoulders. He spreads my legs apart and then positions himself in between them. I look into his dragon eyes, his massive frame towering over me, ready to enter me. He looks at me for approval and I nod.
He spits on his palm and lubes up his cock.
“I think it is going to take a bit more than that,” I say, looking at his wet cock. He brings his head closer to my pussy and spits again. Lubing it up with his finger, he gets back in position.
I feel his cock touch my pussy, pushing slowly, trying to squeeze in. He continues pushing as pleasure turns to pain, yet I don’t want him to stop. He grabs my shoulders and pushes halfway in, a relief spreading on his face as I scream with pain, placing my hands on his chest, holding him back. When I remove my hands, he pushes all the way in as our bodies become one, intimately connected. My boobs press into his pecs, my nails dig into his back as his teeth reach for my neck. He holds my hands in his, our fingers intertwined, as he begins fucking me.
He thrusts slowly, letting my tight pussy adjust to his massive girth. Then he starts pounding me harder and harder, going all the way in and pulling all the way out, continuously making me beg for more. He pulls me up and we are on our knees together, facing each other, his serpentine length still inside me. He cups my ass in his hands, as I wrap my fingers around his neck, my other hand around his back for support. Then he starts fucking me again, pulling me closer, slowly falling onto his back. I start riding him as he holds me by the waist, going up and down his shaft.
“Higher,” he says. “Go higher.”
I go all the way up till only the tip of his cock is inside me, then push myself down, taking it all back in. He holds me again and pounds me harder than before. His eyes start glowing supernaturally, getting brighter as his body tenses and he comes closer to climaxing. I lean my head back as my own body tenses. Then he shoots inside me, spurt after spurt, a fountain of warm, thick, dragon cum inside me.