Chapter Seven
Slowly, Cynthia got up, her fingertips reaching out, nearly touching him. “May I?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
“Of course,” Sullivan answered, smiling down at his mate’s curiosity. Cynthia held her breath, touching his wings for the first time. She gasped, feeling an inexplicable rush of energy pouring into her soul. She could sense his powerful magic, like living electricity. She could already feel her hair stand on edge, the back of her neck prickling with the sensation.
“This is amazing…” Cynthia whispered, more to herself than to Sullivan. “I never imagined dragons would still roam this world… I had always assumed they had died out centuries ago.”
“That’s what the humans believe, but there’s a cluster of us still alive and well.” He grinned.
“Where? Are there more of you here in Seattle? Can I meet them?” she asked excitedly.
A frown appeared on Sullivan’s face. He contemplated telling her about his family history but then thought better of it. He didn’t want her to look at him differently, just because he was once a royal only to be exiled from his own people. “Don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me now,” he said, placing his hand on Cynthia’s cheek. His thumb rubbed against her skin affectionately. “All that matters is that we’re mates. That we belong together.” His voice dropped an octave, turning sexual and somehow dark.
Cynthia felt herself shiver with desire. She looked up into Sullivan’s eyes, losing herself in them. Her hands had moved away from his wings and around his neck, their faces coming even closer together. She felt herself shiver under the effects of his formidable aura. She had never felt someone with such strength before. It was invigorating.
Sullivan’s hands dropped down to her hips, pulling her close until their bodies locked together. Their foreheads touched and their breaths mingled. Their hearts started to beat a little faster as their lips came together in a passionate kiss. Cynthia felt herself melting against him, her lips glued to his as they continued to make out, her fingers running through his thick, black hair.
Sullivan grinned into the kiss, prying his tongue into her mouth. She happily complied, rubbing herself against him, feeling her excitement grow. With his wings now safely tucked away and out of sight, he pushed her onto the bed and pounced on her. Cynthia giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping him trapped, a naughty glint in her eye. “Now you’re mine,” she said, her voice breathless.
“No.” He countered, his eyes darkening. “You’re mine.” He growled playfully, pinning her down as his lips moved along her neck, kissing her tender flesh, making her moan out until her whole body started to wriggle in pleasure. “And you can’t resist me,” he whispered into her ear, challenging her to correct him.
Cynthia found herself unable to say anything, laying there with her heart hammering and her legs apart. His hand wrapped around her thighs, spreading her legs even more, hiking up her button-up shirt and exposing her still bare pussy. A smirk appeared on his face as her womanly scent made its way to his nose once more.
It was intoxicating and Sullivan couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and tasting her at the source. Cynthia moaned loudly at the abrupt sensation of his rough, almost scaly tongue pressing against her wet folds. She bucked her hips, feeling herself shiver with desire. Her fingers clutched the sheets as his tongue slithered inside of her, venturing deeper and deeper. He lapped at her now flowing juices, making sure to get every drop.
Cynthia moaned. Never before had she felt this way. The grainy texture of his tongue against her pussy walls was slowly driving her insane. She bit her lip and tilted her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Sullivan…” She moaned once again.
He grinned at her, making eye contact for a moment before grabbing her thick thighs and hoisting her legs over his shoulders. Her ankles hooked behind his head, pulling him even closer until he could no longer pull away. With his face now buried in her wet pussy, his nose pressed up against her mound, his tongue ventured even further inside of her. He twisted it as quickly as he could, his hands moving along her body and under her shirt, finding her large breasts.
He took them into his hands, kneading them slowly at first. He continued to massage them as he pulled his tongue away from her pussy, his face covered in juices. Teasing her, he allowed his teeth to gently tug on her clit, making her howl in pleasure. Her fingers tightened around the sheets even more, her body writhing with lust. “Please, Sullivan… don’t do this to me…” she said, begging him. Sullivan just straightened himself out, grinning wildly at her.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he commanded, taking one of her nipples between his fingers and giving it a slight tug. She gasped. He grinned and pulled her legs off his shoulders. “If you ask me nicely, I might just make your dreams come true.” He winked at her, slowly unbuttoning her shirt and taking it off her body. He admired her for a moment. Her beautiful curves. Her womanly figure. Her milky flesh. Everything about her was absolutely perfect. A sense of pride washed over him, knowing this was his mate.
“Please… I want to feel you inside me…” she said, her words soft and gentle. Her eyes were wide and painted with lust, doing most of the talking. Sullivan positioned himself over her body, his dick rubbing against her bare breasts. He squeezed them around his cock, groaning with pleasure as he felt their softness. Cynthia could say nothing, her eyes glued to the now engorged tip of his cock, almost purple in color, a drop of pre-cum on his tip. Did she really excite him that much?
“Oh… I think you’re going to have to do much better than that,” he told her, a naughty glint in his eye.
“Sullivan… I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.” Cynthia looked up at him. “Please… I need that big, fat cock inside of me,” she pleaded, her hormones kicking in. She had never wanted anything so much in her entire life. “Please.”
A throaty chuckle emerged from Sullivan who smirked down at her. “As you wish.” Before she could say anything else, he had the tip of his cock pressed up against her large, pink lips. Her eyes grew wide, but nevertheless, she opened them, eager to taste him. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but then again, she hadn’t specified what hole she wanted to feel him in.
Sullivan pressed himself into her mouth, inch by inch, feeling her tongue rub against his base. It didn’t take long for him to reach her throat. His eyes darkened and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling on it as he rammed his dick down. Cynthia gagged, her throat tightening around his thick cock, making him moan in pleasure. “That’s it babe…” he said, grabbing hold of her hair with both hands as he slowly started to face-fuck her. A bit of drool ran down the side of her face, dripping onto her large tits, now bouncing slightly.
The dragon lost himself as Cynthia started to deep-throat him. The sounds of her slurping his cock only turned him on further. He could already feel his balls tighten and his cock twitch as her teeth grazed against him slightly. Cynthia’s eyes began to water as she tried her best to accommodate his huge girth inside of her small mouth, her pouty lips pressed tightly around his base. Her tongue flicked around rapidly, trying to pleasure him. Her mind went numb as she gasped for air, her whole body shivering with pleasure.
Finally, he pulled away, his cock now covered in her saliva. Cynthia panted, laying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, before she knew what was going on, he rammed into her. She screamed out, her whole body tensing for a moment as he spread her pussy apart. “Fuck!” Her arms wrapped around him tightly, pinning him against her chest. His cock filled her every inch as he started to pump in and out of her, shallowly at first, letting his every vein rub against her quivering pussy walls.
Cynthia bit her lip, her head on his shoulder, her body tangled with his. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as he continued to fuck her, going faster. The squishy sounds of her juices echoed through the large bedroom every time he rammed against her womb. Her nails dug into his back, leaving long angry marks behind.
Sullivan grunted, pulling her closer, his hands on her hips as he fucked her even harder. He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard, letting his tongue flick against the sensitive little nub. He could feel Cynthia start to quiver around him and could sense that she was getting close. Wanting to prolong their time together, he slowed down, moving but an inch with each thrust, eliciting tiny moans from her lips.
His mouth continued to explore her large chest, sucking her breasts and leaving hickeys behind. Cynthia’s mind was muddled by the insane amount of pleasure this man was giving her. Her spine tingled and her every nerve ending felt like it was alive with energy. As he slowed down, she started to gyrate her hips, begging for more.
They moved into a sitting position, Cynthia now bouncing on his lap, her hands on his shoulders for leverage. Sullivan leaned back a little, a pleased expression on his face as his eyes moved over her body, watching how it moved as she bounced. Her tits jiggled and her curves shifted. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was a goddess.
Feeling a need to possess her, he pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her hands above her head as he rammed into her, harder than ever. The bed creaked with the effort, shaking as he fucked her for all that he was worth. A thin layer of sweat formed over his body as he grunted with pleasure, feeling her pussy tighten around him even more, sending him near the point of no return. Cynthia cried out, her eyes glued to Sullivan’s perfect body. His rock-hard abs. His broad shoulders. His smoldering eyes.
Suddenly, it was too much for her to handle. She cried out, her eyes rolling and her back arching. She clutched his hands tightly, screaming out as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her body, leaving her breathless.
Sullivan felt her orgasm as her pussy captured him in a vice grip. He couldn’t move and his balls felt like they would explode at any moment. He growled dominantly, forcing himself deep inside her one last time until the base of his crotch was pressed against her pussy and his balls nestled against her voluptuous ass. “You’re mine,” He growled into her ear, suddenly losing all control and spilling his seed inside of her womb. He collapsed on top of her, unable to continue. With their bodies still tangled together and his cock deep inside of her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
He kissed the top of her head and smiled. “I love you.” He said, his voice soft and genuine.