Dragon Treasure by SJ Sanders
Chapter 25
The rope hissed as it slid through the collar. Drathnor’s heart thudded in his chest, everything within him focusing on this single act and the female he pushed forward on the bed ahead of him as he pulled the rope through. It was momentous.
She had always yielded to his rut, submitted to his desire while embracing her own but never had she willingly sought it. Never had she asked to be taken completely by him and wanted that surrender as she did now. In part, he understood that it was a reaction to the terror that she had just witnessed from the possessed creature he had discovered outside of their temporary nest. She wanted to distance herself from it in the most effective manner she had available to her—by yielding herself completely and trusting her worries and fear to him. She was trusting him with herself.
He was honored. It humbled him even as a surge of pleasure curled through his veins.
Dark blood dripped onto her skin, and he admired the artful slide of it staining her skin as it ran off the curve of her back. It was followed by another drop, and he ran his claws through it this time, painting glyphs onto her flesh. He breathed his protective magic over her, weaving into the design. Her body shivered under his touch, and the perfume of her sex thickened wonderfully, but he did not allow himself to be distracted. Not yet. Each new drop he added to the expanding tapestry of protection he wove until at last he sat back to admire his work.
She was beautiful in the blood of her enemy.
Drathnor shivered with desire. Each loop of the rope around her body bound them closer. Her soft needy gasps inflamed him, the scent of her arousal perfuming the air as he bound her beneath the greater weight of his body. Her submission, his protection, their desire. Every knot sealed the bond in his heart. She was finally his.
His heart opened for her, devotion pouring forth as he tightened the network of knotted rope webbing over her body. His mate and his alone. The most precious treasure. Queen of his hoard.
Rope held her arms immobile, stretched out in supplication against the bed. It extended from the collar, keeping her head down resting comfortably against the pillow he tucked under her. From there, the rope wound back up, knotting around her shoulders and breasts, working its way down. Circling around her hips and pelvis, her knees were drawn up, pushing her ass up as he then wove the rope from her legs into the bands around her body, legs completely bound calf to thigh. She was spread for him like an offering, her cunt dripping with the finest nectar.
Purring, the rumble vibrating deep in his chest he leaned over her. His long tongue snaked out, the narrow tip following the path of her spine as he slowly licked his way up to her ass, enjoying the tremble of her skin beneath his tongue, the salty-sweet taste of her skin and each little whimper his quest drew out of her.
The exquisite taste and scent filled him, and his breeding lance, already pulsing within his sheath, slipped out fast and hard with an aching pressure. It slapped, damp against his belly, beads of precum already dripping down its length in a heavy film coating it. Kneeling as he was before his ultimate prize, not a single drop fell upon his mate, but he knew the scent alone affected her because she twisted feverishly and moaned within her bonds, dew breaking out on her skin. Her breath took on a ragged pant as her sex creamed for him readily. He could smell it beckoning him and so he dropped his mouth lower, pursuing it.
When his tongue slipped down the crack of her ass, he felt her hold ineffectively against her bonds and a loud moan greeted him that ended on a hiss when his tongue dipped and teased, exploring the tight seam that ran from back to the wet flower of her sex. Her breath hitched, and her legs quivered in response to his tongue lashing at each fold and teasing the round nub of flesh pushing out like a single jewel from beneath its protective sheath. As he flicked his tongue against it, she cried out, and a fresh offering flooded and dripped onto his tongue.
Drathnor lapped it up, striking his tongue over her cunt again and again, the tip of it lashing the bud of flesh with each stroke. Her cries came louder, broken by raspy gasps and long moans that made his lance leap and spurt fresh streams of precum against his scales. Twirling his tongue one last time over the soft flesh, he rammed his tongue into her, drinking from the source, his tongue pressing against the soft spongy flesh within her until she came again with a piercing shout, her cunt squeezing around his tongue delectably as it gave another sweet libation. The head of his lance feathered and flared, seeking that warm oasis.
Growling, he yanked back, pulling his tongue free and climbed above her. His mass was increasing with his desire, his muscles enlarging in a way that they had never done before while he had been fully aware. It wasn’t his guardian form but something else, something that he had only been vaguely aware of when caught in the grasp of his mating frenzy. This time, he was cognizant of it and thrilled in the sensation of something within him so primal seeking to escape, needing to breed with his mate willing beneath him.
The bed protested as Drathnor braced his weight as he climbed up her length. His body mounted over hers, his neck curled down even as he lowered his pelvis so that the heat of his lance brushed her ass, the precum coating it drawing out a needy whine from his mate’s throat.
“Please,” Tania whispered, her voice thin with desire.
As she could not move, she could not so much as press her ass up against him. Instead, she quaked beneath him, her scent filling his nostrils, drawn deep into his lungs. His wings snapped out half-unfolded with the stimulation, but still spread wide enough to shadow over the entire width of the bed and the floor at either side.
With a snarl, he jerked back just enough that his lance skimmed her flesh as it dropped lower, seeking the welcoming depths of her body. The moment the feathered tip came into contact with that sucking, grasping heat, he dove forward, his pelvis pressing his sex deep in one deft plunge.
Her channel clutched hard around him as a broken cry filled the room, her body sucking down hard at his length. It felt like she was consuming him, and he welcomed it! Immediately, his testicles ached with pressure as they tightened within him, his shaft swelling within her body.
A tremor ran over him. It was too soon. He had wanted to draw it out and play with his mate, but the mating frenzy was springing out of nowhere, pumping through his blood. His muscles spasmed in effort to keep control.
“My mate,” he hissed into her neck. “I cannot be gentle… I need…”
Her pulse fluttered against his muzzle, jumping with excitement.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I need this. Don’t hold back. Give me everything.”
He shuddered over her. Her words drove the lust powering through him even higher.
“I will not hurt my mate,” he snarled, his teeth brushing her throat.
One blue eye slid toward him, glinting darkly through the haze of desire. She drew in a deep breath, her lip curling.
“I’m not made of fucking glass, dragon. Do it,” she snarled.
Pulling at her arms, the muscles standing out with the strain, she managed to make her torso sway back. The movement was only slight, but it was enough for his foreclaws on his wings to fall onto her forearms, gripping her tight beneath him.
Jerking his head up, he bugled, instinctively warning away any that might venture near his breeding ground as he rutted into his mate. His blood raged through him, his tail stiffening out behind him with his unrestrained pace. He wanted to loop it around her, desired the anchor, but with her bound tightly beneath him he could not seem to slow enough to work his tail around her small body. With nothing to latch onto, it surged up, counterbalancing his wild thrusts. The bed groaned beneath them, its voice adding to Tania’s breathy cries and his own deep, growly grunts overlaying the purr that vibrated through him.
Lost in his mounting pleasure, Drathnor curled one hand beneath her, just above her knees, latching himself fully to her as his pelvis slammed against her ass, his testicles slapping with every thrust. His female trembled, her limbs quaking as she squealed when he adjusted his angle and drove deeper on an erratic tempo, her breast jiggling against his palm. The tightened peaks of her nipples scraped against the scales, and he knew that too added to her pleasure as her sheath fluttered around him.
From the corner of his eye, he watched as, beneath him, Tania’s fingers curled around the ropes attached to the bedframe, her cries ecstatic as her sex convulsed around him. He could feel the blood smearing between their bodies, mingling with her sweat and the hormonal secretions from his scales.
Every orgasm that she panted and wailed through pulled harder on his own, her body milking him, drawing his essence. In response, his lance swelled further, the feathered head kissing the mouth of her womb as the textured edges flicked and tormented the soft tissue around it.
With a low growl, he snapped his hips forward, one more time, forcing the bulging center deep into his mate’s channel, sealing the head of his sex against its rest placing. She screamed, her cunt rippling around his lance so tightly that the shaft jerked within her with its first release. His back arching over her, his pelvis ground against her ass in desperation as his seed flooded into her slick heat. Each spray of seed made his mate’s sex twitch and tighten, drawing more seed until his testicles emptied as he held his pelvis tight against her bottom.
With the last flood of seed, his body shook with exhaustion. He very carefully unwound the rope from her, despite the awkwardness of his lance still connecting them. He did not want his mate to linger with any discomfort though while they rested and waited for their bodies to unseal. Though his wings shook with the effort, he cut through the last of the knots with his claws, relishing the happy sighs of his mate as she relaxed into him.
When he finally rolled them to the side, she pressed her lips against his chest with a tired, happy mumble. His erotic purr turned to one of contentment, one he never imagined that he even possessed. As he relaxed beside her, he smiled, his tail curling around her as he held his mate within his embrace.
His purr deepened and a sense of warmth flooded him.
He loved her.