I swallow and follow the order. The weight of him increases and crushes against my sensitive pussy. The unforgiving hardness of the floor at my back paired with the press of him has me shifting my hips in need. The continuing surges of heat melt away any inhibitions I have left.
When he lifts up, the absence of him against me has more blood rushing to my skin, to my exposed core. I reach for him, but the grip of my hands on his shoulders does nothing to direct his movements.
The kissing was nice, but I’m empty. I’ve always loved foreplay, but whatever his heat is doing makes me want to be filled more than anything else. A helpless sound escapes my throat.
“Patience, little queen,” he purrs, and the endearment stuns me. “I won’t be taking you just once.”
His hand goes to the back of my knee to spread my legs wider. “So wet already.”
My face burns at his tone. Measured, but hungry. He looks at my pussy as if I make his mouth water. Little old me. Katarina, the not-so-recovered cat burglar.
It only makes me need this more. This absolution where I can forget everything. My past, my precarious present, and the future of the cold morning that will break unforgivingly and end this.
He’s a stranger, but he wants me. His cocks are dripping for what I can provide him.
“Please, Kalos.”
Something about saying his name, begging for it, has his eyes flashing. Instead of being filled with him, like I expected, he drops down my body. His mouth coming to where I’m wet.
I yelp in surprise, coming up on my elbows as if I’m going to scramble away from the stimulation, but he grips my hips, a rumbly sound of warning traveling from where he breathes against my most sensitive area.
“Stay.” The order is sharp, and he doesn’t wait for me to obey it. He licks me. The flash of fire sliding against my folds has my thighs come up around his head on reflex as all the air leaves my lungs.
The groan of him when he tastes me thrums through my body, and I shiver.
Holy shit. I’m his new dessert and this dragon isn’t going to let me get away. He changes the grip of his hands to behind my knees again and spreads me wide for his feast.
“Holy shit!” I repeat out loud as his thick and pointed tongue slides over my pussy, licking up every drop of my wetness. I’ve never been eaten as if my partner had the single-minded determination to taste everything. I squeak at the bright sensation when his tongue slides against my clit, but he doesn’t stay there.
It feels amazing, but he’s not licking me for my benefit. He’s devouring me for his. When his tongue catches all the arousal caught in my folds, he moves on to where it’s smeared on my inner thighs.
My fingers dig into his silky hair, but that doesn’t slow him. When my thighs are clean, his whole face buries into my core and that tongue slides deep inside me.
I make a sound at the back of my throat like a plea, but no words come out. My hips rock against his face as he tongues me. Each vicious lap strokes parts of my insides I didn’t think could be reached by this appendage.
It’s too much. “I need to come, please, Kalos.”
He must hear me through whatever vicious haze he’s in because his tongue finally retreats and his mouth covers my clit, sucking.
That’s all it takes. A lightning bolt of pleasure has me screaming. My climax is a throbbing living thing that I’d beg for until my voice gives out, but it doesn’t stay with me for long.
The world flips. The stone floor bites into my knees, and my palms press flat to keep my face from smacking into the surface. My thinking isn’t clear enough for me to analyze the sensation of the touch of the supple head of cock nudging at my entrance.
He forges into me without pause, and my gasp turns into a yelp at the tight flash of pain. I’m so wet, but it’s still a stretch to take him. The tips of his talons dig into my hips.
“Fuck.” The sound that rips from him is feral.
The powerful, intimidating Kalos is fighting for control. For me. The moment is surreal as much as it is slightly uncomfortable. But I want to give this dragon what I bargained for. I want to help him. I want to be the one to give him relief.
I focus on relaxing. The bright pain dissipates quickly.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I gasp.
Whatever crystalline control he has shatters.
The movement of his body into mine is a barrage of sensation that I can barely track. His thrusts are short and deep, as if he can’t stand to slide his cock out enough to do a full thrust.
He’s rutting into me. This is conquering of the flesh and it’s as visceral as it is disconnected. He’s fucking me like I’m a doll made to receive him… and I like it.
A moan builds in my throat, and each jarring smack of his hips against my ass frees a tiny portion of it.
Kalos makes a vicious sound and holds himself deep. His cock kicks as he comes, and I make a sound of disbelief at the quickness of it. An unforgiving heat spreads inside me, and I stiffen in shock at the sensation. I’ve never felt a man come inside me before, but something tells me that this heat is unique to him.
The flood of hot warmth in my lower belly is followed by a race of tingles. We’re both breathing hard. The sensation of his release filling me soothes the bite of discomfort and the disappointment at not getting to join him in climax.
That wasn’t so bad. But he doesn’t soften inside me. He does sigh and flex his hands, gentling his grip on my hips. The air isn’t as thick with tension as before.
“Better?” I ask.
“A little,” he responds.
I whip back to see him, my eyes widening. “Only a little?”
My mouth dries at the sight of him. Kalos’s eyes are closed, and the lines of tension that held his body tight before have dispelled. I’d assume he’d be at ease if he weren’t still hot and hard inside me. Watching him like this makes it easier to ignore the ache of my knees or the tremble of my arms holding myself up.
He opens his eyes and I’m caught. That golden glow from before is less now, a hunger partially satiated. His lips curve slightly, to describe it as a smile would be too soft.
“We’ve only begun. Regretting this, thief?”
I liked it much better when he called me little queen, but that may be the Kalos that’s closer to losing control than the one filling me now.
“No,” I squeak because I don’t want to stop. I should. I just got pummeled. But even as I think that, the bite of discomfort from earlier is absent. Odd.
I must crease my brow because Kalos answers my unspoken question.
“The first release has healing properties, among other things.”
“What other things?” I ask.
His response is to slowly drag his cock from my body before re-entering me just as slowly.
My lashes flutter shut as my belly quivers.
“Oh,” I gasp. I’m sensitive now. As if he’s embedded some of the fire of his desire into my very skin. My body throbs and tightens. The gasping weariness from before is replaced with the build of need.