Coral

Isearch the surface for any sign of Drasus, my arms folded over my chest as I sit under the water, the warm liquid lapping at my chin.

This was a terrible idea. No matter how bad he smelt, I shouldn't be putting myself in this position. I can't swim and getting into a big deep pool…

Water swirls around me, almost like a spa. I shove my hands out, reaching for the side so I can get out, get away from drowning myself, when Drasus bursts through the surface, his black hair plastered to his head and his scales shining under the shaft of light from high above.

"Where do you think you're going?" he rasps, taking hold of my arms and turning me into him. "I'm not clean yet."

He grips my wrists lightly, enough to stop me from moving but not enough to cause panic.

"You look clean enough to me." I squirm against him, but he's not letting go.

Drasus extends a shifted wing and inspects it. "I don't think so."

"There's no soap, so you'll just have to scrub." I twist again, and Drasus lifts my hands up his chest.

"Or you could, little mate." His eyes flare.

My core pulses at the mere thought of touching him.

"Scrub my wings, beautiful. Make me clean enough to mate you."

Drasus dips one of the appendages towards me. The scales on the struts shine, and the membrane in between looks silky smooth. I reach out to touch, and he pulls it away with a chuckle, making me jump.

"Drasus!"

"That's my name, my precious flame, don't wear it out," he rumbles, sliding one arm around my waist as he lets go of my wrists.

I'm pulled up against a hard body and an even harder cock. The thing is enormous and that's the doctor speaking not the woman. How the hell have the other humans even considered riding such a thing? I gasp as I feel a flood of warmth against my stomach.

Drasus slides out his wing again, and this time I'm able to run my hand down the strut. He groans under my touch.

"Coral…"

"That's my name," I whisper in his ear, luxuriating in the control I have over this massive dragon. "Don't wear it out."

I trip my fingers over the delicate, blood vessel infused skin, and it is as soft as I thought it would be, softer even. Drasus trembles against me.

"Oh, beautiful, if I cannot be sheathed within you, I will end up wasting my seed in this water, and I want it all buried in your sweet cunt." He growls. "Let me mate you, my perfection."

"I don't think you will fit." Emboldened, I let my hand drift down between us and touch his broad cock-head, and boy, it is broad. "You really will not fit."

Between us, there is more heat as white pre-cum blooms from his slit, making the water milky. Drasus grins.

"I might not know much, but I know my body. My rut is not wrong. You are made for me," he rasps.

"Drasus, I am a healer on my planet. I should know."

He releases his grip on my waist and stands up, water sloughing from his scales in crystal rivulets, glittering in the light. He grasps his fucking huge cock in one hand. Actually, make that a fucking huge, ridged, and pierced cock.

Drasus is pierced…everywhere.

There is still a vast amount of it showing, even though his hands are massive. Drasus pumps the ridged appendage several times, more pre-cum dripping from it. Each one of the metal bars slides sensuously under the skin.

"And I am the male sent to be your mate. We are destined for each other, my Coral. So I am going to mate you, hook you, and breed you." He growls. "Open."

He flicks his hips and taps the tip of his cock on my chin. "This is for you. Stick out your tongue."

My mind seems to have surrendered, and I do as he requests. Drasus fists his huge cock again and drips into my mouth. The swallow is involuntary, but the way his eyes flare is something else.

It lights a fire within me. I reach for his cock, my hand not even managing to encircle his cock, and I lap at the slit, drinking down more of the sweet salty emission like my life depends on it.

The buzz starts in my head but spreads down within me, I feel my pussy pulse, and I find myself shaking as I continue to lick over Drasus' cock. He has a hand in my hair, but not pulling me at all, simply feeling what I'm doing, rocking himself against me, letting me do whatever I want without forcing me. His stunning eyes are closed, and he is taking all the pleasure I can give.

Whatever is in his cum, I want more of it. I can identify the craving, the desire, as well as my body loosening. It's strange but it's also so, so good. And, as I have my dragon as putty in my hands, I feel emboldened, in control. My desire is not dirty, it is delicious.

I want this. I want him.

"Coral." Drasus moans my name, tipping his head back as he pumps his cock with a fist. "I need to be buried in you."

I suck as much of his cock into my mouth as I can, which admittedly isn't much. My body wants him, it aches to be taken by him. I run my hands over the piercings, wondering how they will feel. Wanting to know how they will feel when he's inside me.

"I want you too," I say as his hips flinch, not driving into me as Drasus does all he can to hold back.

A pair of hands grab my shoulders, and I'm lifted up until I have to wrap my legs and arms around him.

"Take me," Drasus says, the head of his cock notched at my entrance as he sets me on the edge of the pool. "Take all of me, my heartsfire."

He pushes gently against me, and his thick cock breaches my pussy, the stretch causing me to gasp.

"So tight, beautiful," he rumbles and uses a claw to trace over my clit, sending me spasming with pleasure, grasping at his chest, his shoulders, anything I can to hold on.

Drasus sinks a bit deeper, moving his hands under my buttocks, tilting my pelvis to him.

"Are you ready?" he growls. "I want to fill you up."

He dips his head and kisses me as my body releases and he can drive himself deep inside. The stretch is immense, only just on the cusp of not being painful, but he seats himself and releases my mouth, gazing down to where we are joined.

"Look at you, sweet one, wrapped around my cock so perfectly. Where I am buried in you, ready to claim you."

I look too. I am stretched so wide it's almost obscene, and yet I am riding this dragon, and it is glorious as another spasm of pleasure spikes.

I stare and stare as Drasus slowly withdraws, his cock and the metal bars glistening with my moisture, and then he slams back into me, tipping my climax over the edge. Drasus roars as my walls clamp onto him, powering through with several more deep thrusts which I'm only dimly aware of.

He is my first time. He is making me see stars and moons and all the galaxy as pleasure squeezes out my rational thoughts and all I can do is take. All I want to do is take. All I need to do is take.

And I want more, more, more of this big bad…dragon.