Dragon Treasure by SJ Sanders
Chapter 10
Triumph roared through Drathnor, and he bugled victoriously. He had her! His female was not getting away. She felt small in his grip, but it mattered little. Females, even among ice dragons, were inherently smaller. If she was smaller than a typical female among his kind, it was insignificant. He would care for her well and protect her with all of his hoard and strength.
A pleased purr rattled his chest as his female’s little fists pounded at the inside of his hand. She was fierce! A fierce mate was enjoyable, but he hoped that she was intelligent, too. Gently he lowered his nose to a small opening in his hand and inhaled, only to have a small fist shoot out and strike his snout. Jerking his head back, he snorted and open his claws to beam down at his tiny female. His purr, even louder this time, hummed through him with his pleasure.
She stared at him wide-eyed for several heartbeats but was the first to break eye contact to hastily look around. Drathnor looked around too, bristling instinctively. There was nothing nearby that he could detect, but he swung around quickly, carrying her quickly to his sleeping chamber. Gently, he dropped her within, purring as he watched her stumble forward a few steps before regaining her balance. The moment she did, she spun around to eye him warily, backing up further.
“Stay back,” she snarled at him, visibly bristling with the waves of anger and fear rolling off of her.
His mate feared. She needed him.
A soft growl vibrating in his throat, he attempted to follow only for his horns to loudly collide with the narrow opening. The clash of horn scraping against stone echoed loudly, jarring him. Frustration welled, and he roared unhappily. The small female jumped and cringed, her hands cupped to her ears as she made a narrow attack on a small gap at the corner of the entrance between his jaw and the entryway. He paused, staring at her for a long moment with uncertainty.
Was his mate afraid of him?
No! It was impossible—she was his. He had to see to it that his mate was cared for!
Drathnor jerked his head in reaction, his tongue flicking out in warning. The female veered away in response until she regained distance from him.
Leaning forward, she braced her hands on her thighs as she worked to steady her breathing. Ragged breaths of air were gulped in, but her eyes did not leave him for even a moment. Even when she paled at the sound of rock cracking with his attempts to force his entry, she kept her glowing eyes fastened only on him.
He purred again in delight.
So soft. So pretty.The silver glow overlaid the natural blue in a manner of a dragoness during her ripe breeding period. Drathnor instinctively drew in a deep breath, his tongue flicking as he tasted deeply of her sweetness.
Fertile female waiting to be bound and mated.
A shudder ran through him as his cock pulsed, precum beading its head before dribbling a wet path down much of its length before dropping to the floor. Its musk filled the room, releasing the intense pheromones locked within his seed. A frustrated snarl left him as his hips jerked. He needed to court his female and smear it over her backside, not let it become wasted on the hard floor. He had only one chance. A female would not accept him unless she found it pleasing, and the chemicals in his release would only trigger her once. There would be no second opportunity to court his mate. He needed to get closer.
He needed!
His blood burned through him, demanding compliance. Demanding to mate and breed his female. To be found worthy and secure her in his nest. His alone. His!
Trumpeting loudly, he slammed his head forward again, his horn clanking once more on the rock caging his face. The solid rock was carved painstakingly with a pattern resembling the fragile whorls of his frost and was on the verge of shattering with his attempts to force his way in. One way or another, it would give.
Snapping his head from side to side, he drove forward, determined to break away stone to get to her. The female swayed in front of him in response to his movement. She shook her head once or twice, but a new, delicious scent curling up from her made his lips pull back from his fangs with pleasure as he drew it deeply into his lungs.
Her mating need called to him, igniting his lust to greater heights. His cock jumped against his belly, dribbling more of his essence on the cavern floor.
He had to get in there!
As another bloom of her arousal swept over him, a sharp pain shot through his armored spine, forcing him to yank back from the entrance as his body twisted on itself painfully. His claws scraped huge furrows into the stone beneath him as he thrashed, his muscles and bones shrinking while the agony threw his mind into a red haze of instinct and need riding on the currents of pain.
When he finally was able to jerk upright on his two legs, his nostrils flared, scenting his female’s heat. His entire world was red need roaring through him, shattering it as it narrowed to that one thing alone—her wet cunt weeping for him!
A feral roar blasted out from him as he raced forward, the claws of his feet scraping against fallen stones. His cock was slick, and even his testicles, with the copious amounts of precum lubricating his sex. Even fully slickened, it didn’t ease his torment. The head and shaft swelled, the tip feathering slightly with a complex series of nodules that felt like a dozen pins stabbing into his sensitive flesh without the snug channel of a female to welcome them. So he barreled at full speed toward the only being who could ease the ache and madness of his mating frenzy.
The impact of his body hitting hers made his blood sing, and he bugled, his clawed feet seeking purchase over her as she arched under him. The signal seemed clear enough, but he had to make certain. Jerking his hips over hers, Drathnor tore away the dark material wrapped around her and a smaller crimson version that hugged her torso in a way that blocked his attempt to court her. She was still covered in material even without them, but it was enough access. His chest vibrating with a deep rumble, he eagerly rubbed his cock against the silky flesh.
Two swipes and his balls constricted as the feathered head brushed her belly. In immediate reaction to the stimulus, his cock spurted a stream of precum there against the exposed skin of her belly. She drew in a deep startled breath as it hit her, and Drathnor braced over her, silently waiting.
She whimpered, her hips rising to make contact with the textured scales of his pelvis in a clear invitation. Her clothed cunt rubbed against his shaft, and he shuddered before dropping down low against her to satisfy her demands. His female writhed beneath him, a soft sound of pleasure sighing from her as she attempted to fit her body closer to rub against him in silent demand.
And demand it was. He recognized the signs. Her panted breaths fanned his scales, her nose and mouth occasionally nuzzling his neck, at times followed by the nip of her blunt teeth. Each light, erotic sting made his lust surge. As did the harmless claws scraping against him when she attempted to pull him closer.
Elation filled him.
She had chosen!
Victorious, Drathnor threw his head back and trumpeted again, his overheating body bracing in place over her. He ripped through her clothes, baring all of her exquisite flesh to him, and flipped her to her belly. Her rounded, tailless ass rose, the swollen petals of her sex unfurling, glistening with her need.
He dipped his head to rake his long, tapered tongue through her folds before stabbing deep to flick and twist within the tight confines of her sex. He purred in pleasure against her flesh when he was rewarded with a loud cry and a fresh flood of her sweetness over his tongue. The vibrations made her cunt tighten on a moan. One that turned into a hiss, her bottom bumping back mindlessly when his tongue swept up the length of her, pressing only briefly at the tight, puckered flesh tucked between the soft cheeks of her ass.
Snarling, he surged over her, his massive body blanketing her back. Something stilled in awareness within his mind briefly, recognizing just how tiny she was beneath him. He eased his weight back, keeping it distributed in his limbs so not to damage his tiny mate. A purr rumbling in his chest, he dropped his hips behind her, the feathered head of his sex kissing the mouth of her cunt.
His hips jerked forward, driving just the tip of his cock into her soft heat. The soft squeal that erupted from her made him cock his head and pause. Her internal muscles gripped and relaxed in succession. He waited, poised over her until he felt her body ease beneath his, before he pulled back and pressed forward again in a repeating rhythm, her sex swallowing his length bit by bit until he was fully planted within her.
The flexible tri-claws on the lowermost finger of his wings clasped to her hips, anchoring her to him. The remaining expanse of his wings fanned out, arching over them. With her pinned, she could writhe as much as she wanted, teasing them both, without upsetting the connection between them. Since she did not have a tail to entwine with his, Drathnor slipped it around her left thigh, weaving her body further against his as his instinct demanded.
A moan rolled out of her when the feathered tip of his cock fluttered deep inside her against the mouth of her womb. He could not withdraw without causing them both significant pain, so he rutted against her, his pelvis grinding down to keep his shaft comfortably seated within her body as the feathered tip continued to flutter within her, the extensions becoming longer and vibrating stronger as his body rocked repeatedly against hers.
He could feel her breasts swaying, brushing his forearms with every thrust, her sweet, feminine moans a song of ecstasy accompanying their mating. The claws of his feet dug in against the stone as his pace increased, his own breathing and pulse becoming erratic as her cunt squeezed around his length, drawing it deeper. Her rich scent filled his nose, and so he buried it against her neck. The pulls of her orgasms called to his seed, and he quivered over her, a hot flare issuing through his lower belly even as his testicles drew up.
He drove deep, erratic, his claws scraping on either side of her. Her cries turned into wails as one orgasm dipped into another. The head of his cock pinched painfully and burned as the feathered tip spread wide against the mouth of her womb. He adjusted his angle, driving against her with desperation, his lips peeling back from his gums, exposing the full length of his sharp teeth. He slammed hard against her as his mating vrillon shot out into her womb, his body drawing up against her as a savage roar ripped from his chest.
Her cunt bore down on him like never before in reaction to the vrillon’s venom, the wash of her orgasm pulsing around him as she screamed out her pleasure. Her channel convulsed, milking his length. There was no need. The release of his vrillon triggered his orgasm, and his hot seed sprayed deep within her with every grind of his pelvis against her ass.
A purr rattled from him even as his body continued to release within her clutch. Marked and mated, she was his. His mate. His treasure for the centuries to come.
His.