[ He doesn't believe a word of her protests, of her threats to banish him to the Eyrie. Not one of them, not with the way her body bucks back against his, how wet the slaps sound as they move together, how she pants and moans for him. No, he's sure that she's only saying it to bide her conscious, and to taunt him into pushing faster, harder, of being near punishing in his treatment of her and her body.
Not even so she can cry foul for the potential bruising at her hip, against her thighs, the light redness at her throat, the bite to her breast. But because it pushes her higher and he's happy to give it to her, a groan every time her fingertips brush his cock as he fucks in and out of her. There's something delicious in knowing she's working herself too, even with protesting, threatening, her fingers work with his to push her pleasure higher, faster, harder. All things that that only showed exactly what she wanted, craved. And from him. ]
I am everything my Queen needs. [ The words are growled as his hips push faster, his fingers quicken their work on her clit, there may even be the smallest slip of his blunt nails against the very sensitive nub, adding more pain to her pleasure as his hand tightens just a little more. Nothing that would stop her air or her cries as she begs him to give her more, but enough she might have the faintest mark of a hand at her throat if he's not releasing it soon. ] She needs to be filled properly, to be given pleasure in abundance, to know she's desired above all and everyone. She needs a dragon to mark her, inside and out, to give her sharp claws and teeth to make her come. Doesn't she! [ It's not a question, more a statement as he slams himself into her, fucking her harder as blunt nails at her throat also prick her skin a little.
Fuck, he could spend all day here, fucking her every which way. Enjoying her body, learning everything that caused her to cry out, scream for him. And then stripping her bare and drawing her into the water, only to fuck her in the water again, wet and sippery and even more rocks and scrapes to mark her back and the pleasure he'd give her. Never stopping until they were both too exhausted to move, to even make it back to the festivities. ] Only your dragon can give this to you, only your dragon knows how rough you really love it, doesn't he. Scream for him, my Queen. Let the water hide how good it feels to be his, to be filled, to be made to come again and again.
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Date: 2022-11-12 09:06 pm (UTC)Not even so she can cry foul for the potential bruising at her hip, against her thighs, the light redness at her throat, the bite to her breast. But because it pushes her higher and he's happy to give it to her, a groan every time her fingertips brush his cock as he fucks in and out of her. There's something delicious in knowing she's working herself too, even with protesting, threatening, her fingers work with his to push her pleasure higher, faster, harder. All things that that only showed exactly what she wanted, craved. And from him. ]
I am everything my Queen needs. [ The words are growled as his hips push faster, his fingers quicken their work on her clit, there may even be the smallest slip of his blunt nails against the very sensitive nub, adding more pain to her pleasure as his hand tightens just a little more. Nothing that would stop her air or her cries as she begs him to give her more, but enough she might have the faintest mark of a hand at her throat if he's not releasing it soon. ] She needs to be filled properly, to be given pleasure in abundance, to know she's desired above all and everyone. She needs a dragon to mark her, inside and out, to give her sharp claws and teeth to make her come. Doesn't she! [ It's not a question, more a statement as he slams himself into her, fucking her harder as blunt nails at her throat also prick her skin a little.
Fuck, he could spend all day here, fucking her every which way. Enjoying her body, learning everything that caused her to cry out, scream for him. And then stripping her bare and drawing her into the water, only to fuck her in the water again, wet and sippery and even more rocks and scrapes to mark her back and the pleasure he'd give her. Never stopping until they were both too exhausted to move, to even make it back to the festivities. ] Only your dragon can give this to you, only your dragon knows how rough you really love it, doesn't he. Scream for him, my Queen. Let the water hide how good it feels to be his, to be filled, to be made to come again and again.