by Rose Thorne
“But I am still a prisoner,” I protested. His mouth falling over mine effectively silenced me, his kiss stealing my breath. His tongue darted into my mouth, seeking out my own. It had a life of its own, probing and searching, exploring every part of my mouth. I responded, sucking on it hard, my body loosening as I reached between my legs.
I had convinced myself this was a dream and intended to exploit it.
“Give in, commit yourself to us… to me,” Dante breathed, pulling away from my gasping mouth.
His electrifying kiss had destroyed my reservation. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I wanted this more than he could ever know. I leaned back and let him caress my full, aching breasts. He looked at them lovingly, his eyes smoldering, his tongue gliding across his bottom lip. He bounced them in his palms as if gauging the weight and fullness then traced feather-light circles over my erect nipples, teasing and tweaking them slowly. I breathed in sharply the yearning need to be suckled driving me crazy.
Oh, fuck, Dante! I screamed in my mind. Suckle me, lick my nipples and ease the ache.
I thought he might have heard me. Cupping my left breast, he closed his mouth hungrily over the areola. His tongue flicked across my nipple once, his lips clamping down. He sucked deep and hard, pulling the bud into his mouth. A shiver raced through me, my pussy pounding with need. My hand shot down immediately, my fingers diving between my slit. The familiar warmth of my wetness made me sighed and I dug my free hand into Dante’s scalp. He suckled noisily, making little mews of pleasure.
“The other,” I managed to whisper hoarsely and he obliged.
Long minutes passed until Dante broke off and looked up at me. Relief hit me hard, the heaviness in my breasts lessened considerably. He grinned from ear to ear, looking completely satisfied.
He made a sound of supreme delight, his lips smacking. “So rich and creamy. I am envious of the young ones that will feast on you already.”
I couldn’t help it. I teased, “I thought I was here to feed young dragons, not virile men such as yourself.”
His lashes lowered and he growled low in his throat. “I have been selfish this day.”
“Apparently,” I said in my best chastising voice. “But apart from this ache in my breasts you promised to ease, what about the unimaginable pleasures you mentioned?”
“I have spent long hours studying all the ways to pleasure a human female,” he said seductively. “I have waited so long to find the woman I so desire to give pleasure to—not just any female, a very special woman… you, Clarissa.”
I thought I hinted loneliness on his face and I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of sorrow for this handsome man-god. I reached out and caressed his lovely face.
“Why don’t you show me?”
His expression lifting, he beamed with delight. Lifting me easily, he set me down on the pool’s edge and dipped his hand down between my legs. I jerked at his touch. So hard and firm were his fingers that my pussy trembled at first contact. His fingers delved deep into me, while his thumb circled my clit. He knew what he was doing, despite his claim of me being the first woman for him. I moaned and slammed my thighs shut, trapping his hand between them.
“Dante,” I gasped, “You were a good student, weren’t you?”
I watched in a daze as he licked his fingers with his long, enticing tongue. “If my hands make you feel good, wait until you see what this does.”
He flicked his tongue for emphasis and lowered his face over my belly. His large hands slid under me and grabbed my butt, squeezing my tender buns as he lifted me up until my pussy was spread for him. His wet, snaking tongue slipped between my cleft, teasing my throbbing clit. I bucked my hips up at his face—my ex had never done this to me. All sorts of sensations rippled though me all at once, shattering me.
“Oh God,” I groaned. “Dante!”
He growled like the beast he was, his head buried in between my thighs. His tongue slithered over my pussy lips, darting, probing, and driving me wild. He rose higher and locked his lips around my clip, sucking it as furiously as he had sucked on my nipples. I screamed out in delight as tantalizing shivers raced all over my quivering body. All thought of how crazy this was flew from my mind—I didn’t care about anything other than his torturous tongue working me toward climax.
I would die with the pleasure, burn up from the passion. Dante reached up and grabbed my left breast, pinching my ruby red nipple. I moaned and grabbed my other nub, squeezing, pulling. Droplets of milk oozed out and trickled down my trembling belly and to my pussy. Dante welcomed it as he lapped it up.
“Your sweet milk mingling with your love juices… quite a heady concoction,” he purred and dove back in between my legs.
I squirmed as his tongue dipped in and out of me, his words erotic to my ears, coaxing my release to the surface. He stretched my legs further apart and startled me by tracing the rim of my asshole.
“Dante… I don’t think—” I gasped as he hit a sensitive spot, stealing my words.
“Yes, my love,” He purred. “It is time for you to experience the unimaginable pleasures that I promised.”
I wanted to deny him, but I yelped as his finger, slick his saliva and my pussy juice, slowly slid passed the tender muscles of my rear entrance.
I could hardly comprehend what was happening, the myriad of sensations driving me mad. My lower body tightened, my thighs quivering as every sensitive part of me came alive simultaneously. His tongue, his lips, his fingers… all of him filled my senses, drove me wild. The flood broke through, the sensation reaching its peak. My body grew light and I could just float away. In my mind every color of the rainbow flashed vibrantly.
Dante slobbered all over my gushing cunt as his finger stretched my asshole. I had never come so hard in my life! I whimpered, I moaned, I wept. I pleaded and all Dante did was give me more pleasure.
“Dante!” I cried out as the orgasm dwindled down. “I… I have never had a man do that to me... ever.”
Dante looked pleased with himself and licked his lips. “This is just a sample of what you can have, Clarissa. I as well as all the young dragons that will come to you for sustenance desire you to be happy. Every day that you are here, you will have pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. You will be worshiped as a Goddess.”
“Not that I don’t like the sound of that, but giving up everything I have ever known… to be here, sexually satisfied and cavorting with dragons? I don’t know if I can do that.”
“I make oath that it will be worth your while, sweet Clarissa,” Dante purred and rose to his feet, the water sliding off of him like silk. “The pleasures you have experienced this day are but a small part of what will follow.”
My eyes were instantly drawn to his waist. I gasped as his cock sprang out like a cobra ready to strike. It bobbed before me and I couldn’t take my eyes away. I had only seen one cock before, that of my douche-bag ex-boyfriend, but Dante’s manhood was exceptionally large and…beautiful.
Dante came over me, his big body forcing its way between my legs. His eyes mad with lust, sought me out, the blue glowing like sapphires.
“Clarissa,” he said thickly. “This cock is for you, forever to give you as much pleasure as you desire.”
How could a girl argue with that?
I couldn’t find the words to express the exhilaration erupting within me. My mind still reeled over the size of Dante’s erection that pressed against my thigh. I reached down gingerly and wrapped my fingers around the hot rod encased in silk. I ran my left hand over his muscular thighs and washboard abs as I stroked his dick. His hiss of shock emboldened me.
His eyes locked into mine, his need to fuck me clear. I realized how badly I needed to feel him pumping me and I leaned back, spreading my legs as wide as possible.
Dante needed no further encouragement and moved in. With a smooth thrust he slid into me, his massive girth taking me by surprise. The wetness of my orgasm and his saliva allowed for easy access, my eyes going wide at the fullness
that suddenly impaled me. I was tight, but his throbbing cock felt divine and I realized what I had been missing.
“Oh, God!” I gasped, unable to keep myself from voicing my pleasure. “Dante, you’re so big.”
“Am I hurting you?” he whispered against my jaw, his body going ridged against mine.
“No!” I moaned. “Don’t you dare… stay in me… fill me up…fuck me.”
His feral groan was muffled as he buried his face between my breasts.
Dante moved his hips in a slow circular rhythm, his steel hard cock swiveling inside me, the hardness felt so deep and satisfying. As he settled to a slow, steady pace, I moved my hips up to meet him, his exotic scent wafting all around me. His hands were everywhere… my back and hips, my shoulders as he filled me with pleasure I never thought possible.
“Clarissa, you are a Goddess… so perfect, such a divine creature,” Dante whispered into my ear. “Your hair is the sunset of Daenar, your eyes precious emeralds, your skin snow atop the northern mountains. You were created to nurture and love. You are utterly perfect.”
His words soaked deep into me and I wished this moment would go on forever. Dante’s thrusts grew faster and harder, the entire length of his cock sliding in and out, wave after wave of blinding pleasure driving me wild. I grasped at his broad shoulders and wide sweeping back, my nails raking and digging into his toned body. My mind was close to shattering, the thought of being fucked by a creature of fantasy mind-blowing, but the pleasure was so incredible.
Dante proved to be a great lover, his prime motivation centered on pleasuring me. His hands, his mouth and his cock all worked together to make me whimper and babble as another orgasm ripped through me. I arched my back, pushing my breasts to his face and he hungrily sucked my nipple into his hot mouth as I came around his erection.
Dante grunted, his hips slapping against mine as I felt his cock kick, my pussy being filled with hot semen. He shuttered as he orgasmed, his pleasure going on and on, filling me until I thought I’d overflow. He withdrew his dripping cock, the vacancy leaving me curiously empty. My thighs trembled and my hands shook as I tried to catch my breath.
Dante surprised me by gathering me in his powerful arms and carrying me over to the bed. My head was spinning and I couldn’t focus on anything but the powerful man holding me as if I mattered—the orgasm had really blown my mind.
“I am glad that you have agreed to stay, sweet Clarissa,” Dante’s voice sounded far away.
“But, I haven’t,” I refuted, my body relaxing against the cool silk as he lay next to me.
“I see then I will have to prove my skills. For now, rest and sleep well. You must replenish your life giving milk as there are many hungry dragons that will need you in the morning.”
Now that the pleasure had subsided, I wanted to ask him so many questions. I supposed on some level, I had come to accept this wasn’t a dream. Everything blurred, Dante’s perfect face watching over me as my vision faded.
The darkness was blissfully welcomed and I prayed I never awoke from this enchanting dream.
About the Author
Rose Thorne loves to write about dangerous men and fantastical creatures! She lives in her head, happily hanging out with all her unusual friends.
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