24. Drago

24

DRAGO

D rago had always liked some pain with his pleasure and this was no exception. Feeling his Fated Mate rubbing her soft little pussy against him was heaven—but having her bite him at the same time pushed his pleasure even higher. And strangely, he found he liked being strapped down and helpless while she did it.

"Gods, baby—that's it!" he groaned, as she began to suck and swallow, drawing his blood into her mouth even as she continued riding him and rubbing her wet pussy against his shaft. "Take what you need from me—take it. Take me. "

Addie didn't reply but her mouth was busy. Her hands were roaming restlessly over his bare chest as she drank from him and slid up and down, rubbing her clit against his cock.

Drago felt like he was going to explode soon! He'd never had an erotic experience anything like this. Inside him, his Drake was surprisingly quiet. It liked this too, he realized. It liked Addison taking control like this. His Drake's reaction made him think again that the great beast somehow wanted to be tamed by his diminutive charge. Not that he would ever risk testing that theory.

Addison's black silk robe was open and her soft, curvy, naked body rubbed restlessly against his own as she ground against him. Drago wished he could slide inside her—it was a special kind of torture to feel her writhing on top of him without even being able to put the head of his cock in her tight little pussy. He did his best to pump his hips, joining her rhythm but he had limited movement, bound as he was to the chair.

He began to feel lightheaded from pleasure…or was it blood loss? Addison was still drinking from him and she showed no signs of stopping. The Thirst must be really intense, he thought dazedly. He really ought to try and get her attention and tell her to at least slow down.

But he couldn't make himself do it. The pleasure was too intense and he was too close to coming. He wanted desperately to shoot his load all over her soft little pussy mound but he could feel himself fading.

No, stay conscious! he told himself. You have to stop this—you can't ? —

But just then Addison began to come. Her fangs were still buried in his neck, but he could tell by the way she suddenly tensed up and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. The fierce moans coming from her throat and the way she was grinding against his cock were good indications too—oh yes, his Fated Mate was definitely coming and she was coming hard.

The feeling of her orgasming against him was too much. The pressure in his balls and the pleasure of having her sweet, wet pussy wrapped around the underside of his shaft pushed him over the edge. With a low groan, Drago began to come as well.

As he pumped spurt after spurt of cream all over Addison's wet pussy, he felt his consciousness leaving him. His last thought was if he had to die, this was definitely the way to go.

And then everything faded into blackness.