Bearing the Dragon's Child Read Free

standing over me. He was looking into my eyes with that burning stare of his, peering at me with a barely constrained lust. He wanted me, and I didn’t think he would be willing to stop even if I asked.
    It made me feel hot all over, knowing that I was desirable to someone like him. Not an arid heat or a painful one, but a rather sensual heat that made me excited between my legs. The desire to be touched and caressed danced to the front of my mind almost instantly. I shook my head to drive it away, but it wasn’t so easily banished.
    The man seemed to have picked up those dirty thoughts, because he fell onto his knees and reached for the hem of my gown. His fingers were rough and strong as the pushed the fabric up to expose my legs. Yet they carefully traced a path up from my calves to my inner thighs, leaving lingering heat along the trail they took.
    I pushed against them. My hands settled on his rough skin and tried to force them away. It was useless. I was too weak to even give him pause; the strength behind his hands was inhuman but precise enough not to break me apart.
    His fingers stopped between my legs, and he parted the outer petals with his thumbs to reveal the pink flesh there. A breeze blew through the clearing, brushing the cool night air against the newly-exposed haven of downy flesh and sending a chill down my spine. He corrected that by lunging between my legs and devouring me.
    My breath staggered out in short bursts. He was hitting me with raw aggression, feral and powerful, like he hungered for me and couldn’t get enough. The sensation almost stripped away my mind. Only the pride I had, urging me not to succumb to the bestial tongue of a stranger, stopped me from giving in completely. I clenched his hair and tried to pull his head away in defiance.
    He used his teeth, pressing down on the flesh hard enough to make his point. Resistance would be met with punishment. Dream or not, I didn’t want that to happen.
    “ Okay ,” I said softly, freeing my fingers from his hair. “Just don’t hurt me.”
    He drew back his teeth and brought his tongue to replace it, almost as though he was soothing the pain in exchange for not-resisting. His arms curled under my knees and then forced them to spread, leaving me on display for him to sample as he wished.
    Time became distant, and a knot of pleasure built up with every stroke of his tongue. It was mortifying that he could make me feel this good with just his tongue. Imagining how it would feel to take his manhood inside of me next made my body loose and eager for it.
    Once more he moved in response to the thoughts and desires. He rose on his knees and showed me his reddened cock in all its raw and primal glory. There was no way that would fit inside of me. He would split me in two if he tried.
    “Hold on!” I covered my sopping wet haven with my hands and closed my legs. “It’s too big!”
    He didn’t listen. His fingers pulled my legs apart and moved my hands. The head of his cock pressed against the entrance there, letting the lower lips wrap around it almost expectantly. Then he thrust his hips forward in a single, powerful motion.
    “ Ahhhh! ” I screamed as he sank all the way in, forcing himself through the folds that had never been so deeply pierced. The pain was worse than anything I had experienced, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. It wasn’t a dream anymore, but a nightmare that I couldn’t pull myself out of.
    He leaned forward until his head was above mine, uncaring or unaware of my pain as he began to thrust. His massive shaft slipped out with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the clearing, returning to the depths with a strained grunt and low exhale from his nose.
    Breathing became easier over time. The pain slowly ebbed away with every thrust, melting as the folds made the shaft slicker with their sinful nectar. It was becoming tolerable, pleasant even. I shouldn’t be enjoying at all, but….
    It was hot and hard, stirring me up