Chapter 30

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Darcy’s ten cent tour takes me directly to his bedroom, where he strips out of his clothes, tossing them into the hamper. The room is clean and tidy, but it’s clear that he’s not the reason for that when he takes all his jewelry off and dumps it on the mahogany dresser. His utility belt follows along with his knife. It’s an athame, I know that’s what it’s called—it's jeweled with a decorative handle and he might use it for cutting himself, but that thing is old and ceremonial.

As soon as he’s naked, and I mean bare of everything he usually wears, he turns to me, stopping short because I’m still fully dressed. “Why the fuck aren’t you naked, Peach? I need that ass.”

I giggle at his affront as I take off my shirt. “I was enjoying the show.”

He snorts, tugging at his enormous cock, encouraging it to fill. Flaccid it’s impressive, but when he’s turned on and raring to go, it is a thing of beauty. Just the thought of it has me clenching in anticipation with an emphatic shout of want-desire-lust coming from the place in me that he opened up last time. Holy hell, we could get eggprant if we don’t start using condoms.

“Are we trying for a baby?” I ask curiously, pausing in my undressing.

Darcy makes a frustrated noise, stalking over to me and tugging at my pants. “If we never use condoms and we live together for a thousand years, it is one hundred percent likely we will have a child together, but the universal forces have only allowed Avatars to start families after they’ve finished their stints as Avatars, so it is improbable that we’ll be starting a family any time before the balance of the universe is fixed, and imma be real honest, Peach, even with the plan in motion, it’s gonna take a hundred years.”

“Oh, well, I guess we won’t worry about it then,” I say, stepping out of my pants with my leg and watching Darcy pull the cuff over the ankle of the prosthetic. “I’m going to need to charge that leg soon.”

Darcy looks up from his place on his knees, pulling my pants off. “We’ll get all your stuff over here today. You can charge it tonight.”

“Sounds good.”

Darcy rises to his feet, pulling me down so that I’m nose to nose with him. “And Peach, I gave my Kroner to Santanos because it was better than Lilith having it, but I’m going to find a way to make you immortal too. There are so few immortals because it’s hard to make them, but the number of ways to do it is surprisingly large. The Kroner is the easiest way because people who are born immortal are born with a Kroner in their hand. All it takes is the activation of that magic to make someone an immortal, but there are so many other ways. I’m going to find one, and I’m going to make you immortal. You can consider today the beginning of your immortal life.”

I chew on that for a minute. “I think I’d prefer to be older before I stop aging. Like, I think my Dad’s prime was about forty. I think I’d like to be about forty before I stop aging.”

Darcy’s brows nearly reach his hairline. “I look like I’m mid-twenties. I’ve looked this way since I was incarnated. You really want to look fifteen years older than me?”

“To be fair, Asian people tend not to look the same age when compared to Caucasian people, even if they’re born on the same date. I know this Thai woman who was thirty eight when she married one of my college friends who was only twenty four at the time. He looked older than her by at least five years.”

He narrows his gaze at me, grabbing my chubby in hand. “It only looks that way to inexperienced humans. The rest of us can tell the age gap a mile away.”

I’m not sure I believe him, but suddenly I don’t care that much. “Alright.”

Darcy growls in approval, pulling me toward the low bed. “I’m gon’ fuck ya right, Peach. Y’ready for that?” he questions, stroking my cock with a rough touch.

Ng. That’s good.

I shiver with pleasure, nodding. “Yeah. Love it when you fuck me. You want me on my knees?”

He chortles, dark and rough. “I love you on your knees, but I’m gon’ watch you come fer me this time. On your back,” he orders, releasing me to do as he bids.

As he orders, more like.

I fall onto the bed, hands and knees first, and turn over, surprised to find the mattress squishy and comfortable. So squishy that I immediately sink four inches into it.

I squirm around in my hole until I’m comfortable, and then I lift my knees, exposing my ass to my mate.

Darcy falls on me like a dying man, grabbing my ass, spreading my cheeks, and diving in with his hot wet mouth like he’s been dying to get a taste.

Uh—oooh.

I’d have preferred to have showered first, but also, it feels amazing, so I’m not going to complain about him eating ass when it’s mine.

Fuck, that feels good.

He rims me like the expert that he is, circling my bud and stabbing it in equal measure. I relax and enjoy the ride, letting his enthusiasm and skill ratchet up my arousal with every stroke until my need bursts out of me with a plaintive, “Darcy!”

He laughs against my ass, which sends sparks of need shooting through me. I rock back again, and he bites me, sending that magical mix of arousal and warmth through me again. He pulls back, rubbing his finger over my entrance, and pushes the tip inside me.

“Fuck, it’s bliss between yer cheeks, Peach. I’m gon’ live there for the rest of time.”

I reach down, spreading my cheeks for him. “Darcy, I need you inside me. We can talk about whatever you want after,” I plead, rocking back on his fingertip.

It’s not enough. After having the baseball bat between his legs, a couple of fingers is never going to be enough.

“Fuck me.”

I’m not sure if that’s a curse or a request. Maybe a little of both.

Darcy magics up lube from wherever he keeps it and shoves his hand in my ass. Not all at once. One finger at a time, he stretches me open, letting his magic do most of the work, until he manages to get his whole hand inside me. I didn’t know the feel of a fist in my ass would be so wonderful and so unfulfilling at the same time until this man came into my life. How he gets me there so fast is a miracle, but fuck, I want his cock.

“Get in me, Darcy!” I demand, rocking against him to get more, even with his arm halfway up my ass. “I need your cock!”

Darcy’s low laugh is obliging, and he pulls his arm out, spreading lube over his monster cock before gracing me with it.

A whine of relief whistles out from between my teeth as he presses into me, holding me still with a hand on my sternum. He stares into my eyes, giving me access to everything his soul is hiding. What I see in those pretty brown orbs makes my heart sing.

Darcy’s hips flex and he thrusts into me, hitting that spot like it was his target all the time. Not my prostate. That place in me that opens up and blooms for him, the womb, or whatever.

Motherfucker!

“More! Right there! Again!” I demand. “Pound me like a jackhammer, goddammit!”

Darcy’s hand slides up to my neck as he stills completely, bringing my full attention to his mouth and lips when he says, “Grab the headboard and hold on, Peach. I’m ‘bout to take ya fer a ride.”

With alacrity, I do as I’m told, grabbing the top of the headboard and holding on as he pulls out and slams back into me. I grunt with the force of his thrusts as goosebumps spread out from that place of pure pleasure inside me. He pistons into me, driving his hammer in as deep as he can, and with every slap of his hips against my ass, the place inside me softens and bliss spreads out from there.

All at once it pops open and I cry out, completely taken in a storm surge of pleasure so devastating, I lose my grip on reality for a few seconds. Maybe longer. I’m aware of him, or his rhythm, and the beat of his thrusts. His rhythm keeps me in the blissed out state until he pulls out of me and turns me over, shoving back into me as soon as he can get my legs kicked apart.

The weight of his body across my back and the way his arms come around me to hold on as he fucks me hard and deep take me straight to space. My orgasm—the second one?—hits me out of nowhere. I thought I’d already come, but that was an internal orgasm, exploding from the breach of the—womb isn’t the right word—and now that it’s open, everything else is hypersensitive. My balls clench and my cock throbs, emptying what feels like a bucket of cum onto the duvet below me.

Darcy kisses my back and holds me tighter. His voice shakes the bed and he rumbles like an earthquake, spilling his hot cum inside me, into the welcoming mouth of that place inside me where someday I’ll have my own egg.

Hmmm.

“I think that makes me a reptile.”

Darcy laughs breathily atop me, panting and sweating against my skin. It feels intimate and lovely. It feels like love.

“Well, yeah, Peach. Yer a dragon shifter. A Hell dragon shifter. That makes you a reptile of sorts, but biological classification like that doesn’t really work well when you get to the realms beyond Earth.”

“It doesn’t always work well on Earth either.” That’s truer than most people like to admit. “I guess I’m also intersex, sort of. I wonder if I can get my own self eggprant.”

Darcy’s laugh ripples through me from his chest and his dick, sparking a renewed hunger for him. “I don’t believe dragons reproduce through androgenesis, and it’s impossible for you to get your own dick into the mouth of your ovarium. Your perfect little cock just ain’t long enough for that.”

“I guess you’ll just have to do.” I turn and smile and he shifts up to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah, Peach. I can do that.”