Chapter 13

Chapter13

Briar

This time.

I have never felt more powerful than I do in the moment when I give one of Sol’s two—two—cocks a stroke and watch every muscle stand out in his body. I’ve never put much thought into the attractiveness of cocks, but his are lovely. They just like the rest of him, humanoid and yet not at the same time. They both curve slightly toward his stomach and they’re a deep green.

He’s absolutely shredding the bed with his claws, as if he needs some outlet. As if my fumbling, tentative touches are enough to drivethis dragon to distraction.

I shouldn’t tease him. He’s obviously holding on by a thread, and while the idea of being so tempting as to make him lose control is an attractive one, the sheer size of his cocks is enough to give me pause. I don’t know if I can take one, let alone both. The thought of forcing it makes my stomach drop out.

It’s been good with him. Pleasurable. I don’t want that to stop.

It’s more than that, though. He’s given me pleasure, yes, but he’s also given me other things that are equally valuable. Honesty. Patience. A kind of caring that I can barely comprehend. I’m not naïve enough to think that it will always be like this, but at the same time, how can I not be entirely seduced by the idea of spending the next seven years as this man’s wife?

“Briar.”

I drag my gaze back up to meet his. His features may not be human, but his eyes are easy enough to read now that I’ve spent a little time with him. They’re practically burning with need. I press my palm to the pendant that hangs between my breasts, and he follows the movement with a slight jerk that’s more reptilian than human. “The spell will work. You’re protected.”

Even now, he’s reassuring me that I’m safe. Protected. The pendant feels nearly as warm against my skin as his body does. I look down at his cocks again and swallow hard. “How do I do this?”

Sol hisses in what sounds like agony. “Take the bottom. Rub yourself on the top.”

He’s done this before, I remind myself. The thought pricks like needles in my skin. He’s taken care of others before me. Ensured they felt good and safe and… No reason for me to feel jealous of some faceless human who’s had him before. Even if they were more experienced and probably didn’t need to be handled with kid gloves the way he’s treating me right now. I bet he fucked them instead of lying there and letting them fumble their way through the process.

“Briar.”

Every time he says my name, it’s as if he reaches right into the heart of me and strokes something soft and sinful. I drag in a breath and lift myself up until I’m able to notch his massive cock at my entrance. “You’re too big.”

He curses, his voice strained and sibilant. “Relax. Let your body and gravity do the work.”

Relax? I’m about to be torn in half. I give a half-hysterical laugh. “I don’t know who you were having sex with before, but they must be better at this than me. I can’t take you.”

He grabs my hips. His hands are so big, they encompass me entirely. Sol bends up and flicks his tongue over my nipples. “You can take me, bride.” He presses me down, the broad head of his cock breaching me. “You were made for me.”

I can’t think past the sheer invasion of him. I shift my hips, but he doesn’t let me escape. He doesn’t shove up into me or try to rush things, but I can’t escape him. My breath sobs out. “It’s too much.”

He pauses. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” The denial comes quick and harsh. This whole experience is overwhelming, but it’s not bad. Not even a little bit.

“Then take my other cock in your hand,” he commands.

I obey immediately. He feels just as absurdly large against my palm as he does in my pussy. I look down and give a harsh laugh. “You’re barely inside me.”

“I’m aware,” he grits out.

“It’s—”

“Rub my cock on that hungry little clit, Briar. Do it now.”

I jolt at the harsh command in his voice, which makes me sink a little farther down his length. He still feels impossibly large. I tentatively press his other cock to my clit, feeling silly. What is this? “Oh.” He’s so soft here. I knew that, of course. I had my hands and mouth on him a short time ago. But the hardness is what has me shivering as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. I squeeze his cock as I press him back to my clit again.

It feels good, but I need…

I move my hips a little. Yes. That’s what I need. Friction. I press him harder to my clit and roll my hips. Distantly, I’m aware of the fact that I’m sinking farther down his cock with each stroke, but all I feel is pleasure in the midst of overwhelming fullness.

“There you go.” Sol’s voice is distorted. “Take me, bride. Make yourself feel good.”

“It’s too much,” I whisper. But my body knows what my mind doesn’t. There’s no hesitation. I ride him slowly, working myself down until I can’t take any more of him.

His grip shifts down to cup my ass. I barely register what he’s doing until he tenses, and then suddenly my weight is in the palm of his hands. I start to protest, but he lifts me, easing me nearly off his cock. “No! I need it.”

Sol’s hissing laugh makes my pussy flutter. “I’ll give you what you need.” He lowers me, one agonizingly slow inch at a time. “You need to cum all over this cock.”

I can hardly reconcile this filthy-speaking lover with the courteous—if blunt—dragon I’ve been getting to know. I don’t know what it says about me that I like the scandalous words he spills. I like that he moves me around like… “Make me. Fill me up.” I don’t mean to say the words out loud, but it’s a habit I’m developing with Sol that I don’t know how to stop.

“What?” Sol says slowly.

This isn’t real, I think dazedly. Nothing I say matters. This is out of time, out of space. It’s all pretend. If it’s all pretend…then maybe I can say the sinful, unforgivable words bubbling up behind my lips. I can’t stop shaking. I’m so close, I feel feverish. “I want you to fuck me, Sol. I want you to fill me up with your seed, just like you promised. I—” I swallow hard. The words are crass and taking things too far. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s like I can’t stop. I should be ashamed. I want to be valued and cherished and yet… “Make me feel good.”

A shudder works through his body, and his grip on my ass tights, his claws pricking my skin. “I am trying not to scare you.”

I know. That’s why I feel safe enough to do this. I stroke down his upper cock, doing my best to hold his gaze. I need to know how far this goes. He’s trying to hold back, and while I deeply appreciate that, I also want to get under his skin just as much as he’s gotten beneath mine in such a short time. “Promise me this pendant will work.”

His breath hisses out. “It will work. I promise.”

“Make me cum,” I whisper. I lick my lips. “Fill me up.”

“Fill you up.” He arches up until our faces are even. “What a little fucking tease you are, Briar.” I tense, but he’s not saying it like it’s a bad thing.

Still… “I’m sorry?”

“No, you’re not.” He loops his forearm around my waist, and then we’re moving. Sol easily climbs off the bed without dislodging me from his cock and turns to set me down on the edge of the bedding. He leans over and presses his hands down on either side of my head, staring at my splayed body. “You like to make me crazed.”

He’s right. I do.

I like it even better when he starts moving, fucking into me in slow strokes that never go too far. I press down on his top cock, so that he’s fucking against my body. It feels so good, my back bows.

“My bride.” He thrusts a little harder. Testing me. “You’ve got a needy little pussy, don’t you? Is that enough cock for you, Briar?”

“No.” I shake my head against the bedding. What felt like too much only a short time ago is suddenly exactly right. “I can take more, Sol. Please.”

“You’re a good girl, Briar.” His voice does that sibilant thing that curls my toes. “A good girl for everyone else. Not for me, though.” He nuzzles my throat, his teeth dragging lightly over my vulnerable skin. “For me, you’ll take every inch and ask for more.” He thrusts deeper.

“Yes!”

“Tight little pussy practically begging me to fill you up.” He hardly sounds like he’s speaking to me. His words blur together until they’re nearly incomprehensible. He traces the pendant cord with his tongue, and for one breathless moment, I think he means to bite it right off. I’m so far gone, I might cum on the spot if he did.

Sol doesn’t, though. He promised, after all.

He picks up his pace. I can tell he’s still being careful with me, but not nearly as careful as he was up to this point. Each stroke makes my breasts bounce and steals the breath from my lungs. “Cum, Briar. Right fucking now.”

Pleasure surges, sending me closer to the edge, but it’s not enough. “I can’t,” I sob. I try to move, to meet his thrusts, but I’m pinned too effectively.

“Fill you up,” he mutters. “Put a baby in you.”

“No.” But I lift my hips to take him deeper. “You won’t.”

Sol’s hissing laugh is almost cruel. Almost…but not quite. “Then tell me to stop. Because if you don’t, I’m going to cum inside you, bride.” His stroke hitches, losing its smooth rhythm. “And if I fill you up, I’m never going to stop. Do you understand me? Every chance I get, you’re going to be on my cock. One and then the other.”

“I—” Whatever I was about to say ends in a startled scream as he thrusts deep. It feels like he’s pounding against the end of me, each spurt from his bottom cock a throbbing contact even as his cum overflows my pussy.

Sol barely waits for the spurts to stop before he jerks out of me and then fills me with his second cock. “Take it, bride. Take it all.” He thrusts deep a second time, and it’s too much. I scream my way through an orgasm even as he follows, filling me…overfilling me…and then slumping down onto his side and taking me over with him, his cock still twitching inside me.

I come back to myself in waves. A deep kernel of pleasure still throbs inside me, and I have the mildly horrified thought that it wouldn’t take much for me to turn back into that scandalous woman demanding Sol fuck me and fill me.

Who was she?

He pulls me closer, and I try to mind the fact that I’m soaked from the waist down or that I am going to be incredibly sore as soon as the endorphins wear off. I try… And I fail.

“Too much?” he finally asks.

God, but I like this dragon. I nuzzle his scaled chest and then jump when his cock twitches inside me. “Stop that. I can’t take any more.”

“You’ll take what I give you.” But there’s no urgency behind the statement. “Answer the question, Briar.”

Once again, I find myself grateful for our size difference because it makes it easy not to meet his gaze while I tell the truth. “No,” I whisper. “It wasn’t too much.” And then, because he asked, I can’t help but do the same. “Was I too much?”

Sol trails a single claw down my spine. “Never.” He eases me off his cock and moves me up until our faces are even, erasing my ability to hide from him. His dark eyes are oh so serious as he studies me. “Bedroom games are what they are.” He drags one giant thumb along the underside of one breast. “I promised I won’t remove the pendant, and I won’t. But if you want to play pretend breeding games in the bedroom? I am more than happy to.” He circles my nipple with a claw, the touch featherlight. “Or the study. Or the library. If you need me to lead this, Briar, that I am all too happy to play with you.” He pauses. “At least as long as you want it.”

I swallow hard. “And if I want to stop?”

“Then we will stop.”

Again, I can’t help thinking that Sol is too good to be true. But then, he’s not, is he? No matter how much I’m starting to enjoy my time with him, that time has an end date in mind. Seven years. The thought almost makes me laugh. I haven’t even been here seven days, and I barely recognize myself. What will it be like in a few months? In a few years?

I thought for certain Sol wouldn’t have a chance to convince me to do what he wants, but I feel like another person when I’m having sex with him. Who will I be if we keep on like this?