Our kiss is tinged with desperation, not only of need, but of our situation. The kiss is a promise, not only of future pleasures, but of a future at all. We stand on the brink of imminent demise, and here we are, kissing. Yet it’s the right thing.
His kiss opens the locks on my heart, and as it does, my mind opens as well. I don’t know about fate, but I do know that these feelings are real.
I love him.
It’s not enough to know. It’s not enough to kiss. His tongue tastes my lips, which I part to welcome him home.
Home. Inside of me. Melding together to be one.
It feels right. Natural.
This is what I’ve been looking for my entire life, and I never knew it. He gives of himself so deeply. Holding nothing back. I’ve never experienced anything close to this.
When at last we break apart, I’m left with racing heart and gasping breath. Shaken to my core. We stare, silent, into one another’s eyes. His cock is rock hard, digging into my belly, but he waits.
For me.
I don’t think any human man would ever exhibit such control. Such submission to my will, and the fact that he does makes me burn hotter.
He wants nothing more in this world than to be mine. For me to be his, to love and protect. To keep forever.
I want nothing more either. All the reasons I shouldn’t are gone.
“We should… go somewhere,” I say.
“Where?” he asks.
I look around, unfamiliar with the City. It’s different than when I lived here. They’ve made it nicer overall. It’s mostly empty. The majority of people have gone to the tunnels underneath the City for what protection they offer.
Across the way is an empty building. I nod my heads towards it, grab his hand, and walk. He doesn’t ask questions, and I suddenly feel powerful. He is mine. My will, his. It erases the deep, irrational fear I’ve always had of the Zmaj.
My warrior. My protector.
I hold the door open for him, then follow. Inside it’s dark and cooler. As soon as the door closes, I grab his arm and pull him close. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him and force my tongue past his lips.
I hook a leg behind his to press my body closer to him. Our tongues move together, tasting and testing. My sense of control is heady.
I break the kiss and step back. His chest heaves, but he doesn’t move. His eyes drink me, and I’m falling more in love. The way he looks at me is worshipping. I need to exercise my control. Quell the last tinges of fear.
“Let me see it,” I order.
His head tilts to one side and his brow furrows. “See it?”
“Your cock,” I say. “I’ve heard about them, and now I want to see it.”
He smiles, and then undoes the tie of his pants, letting them drop to the floor. My eyes widen and I gasp. It’s everything every rumor said and more. My god!
His cock is rock hard, straight in front of him with a slight curve up. It looks as big around as my wrist but more than that, there are ridges down the top. The ridges slope back towards his groin. I follow them down and see there is a protrusion of bone at the base.
“Wow,” I say.
“I am glad you are pleased,” he says.
“Can you… stroke it?” I ask.
My mouth is dry, my heart racing, and my pussy is so wet I feel it on my thighs.
He doesn’t speak, grabbing his cock instead and slowly stroking. Impossibly, it grows larger. I grab my tits through my shirt, rubbing the rough fabric against my nipples. This is stupid. Under siege, and he’s going on a suicide mission.
Which is why I must do this. Control. I need the control.
His eyes are heavy, half-closed but focused only on me. Slowly I undo my blouse and expose my tits to him. The speed of his stroking increases and his tongue darts out, licking his lips.
My breasts are full, not large, but a handful as I take each of them in my hand and lift, rub them for his pleasure. His groan is all the answer I need. I trace the nipples with my fingers, making them harder, more erect.
He steps towards me, but I stop him with a look.
“Not yet,” I say, my voice throaty.
Butterflies and fire dance in my stomach. Watching his muscles ripple as he strokes his cock before me is incredibly sexy. He doesn’t move except for his one hand working that huge cock, gripping it tight and stroking faster.
“Slow,” I command, and immediately he slows his motion.
I smile, warmth flushing my skin.
Moving deliberately slowly, I undo the fastening of my pants. They part in a Y, revealing the first hints of my womanhood. His eyes dart from my tits to the small exposure of my pussy, and once more, his strokes speed up.
I want to watch him blow. I want him to spill his seed in tribute to his love for me. I want to create a future with him that I don’t even know if we’ll have.
Fear, doubts, and outright terror edge every feeling with desperation.
“Faster,” I whisper, pushing my pants down over my hips.
My pants drop to my knees as he strokes his dick faster for me. I wriggle my legs to force the pants down further then bow my legs outwards to expose myself.
I run my hand over the soft hair and press down on my mound. The pressure on my clit makes me shiver. I can’t take my eyes off his hand stroking his cock. It’s hot and sexy. He wants me. He’s mine.
I slide two fingers inside my wet and ready pussy, curling them up, seeking that magical spot that will drive me crazy.
He groans, his body wavering, then he takes a step closer. His hand moves faster until he’s jackhammering his cock with rapid strokes up and down its considerable length.
He leans towards me, but I can’t take my eyes off his cock. I finger myself in time to his motion. An orgasm is building so fast that I can’t slow it down. My knees quake. I put my hand on his chest, the rock-hard muscles exciting to touch.
We stroke faster and faster, working our bodies in time to each other.
I’m moaning, and he groans. He falls towards me, catching himself with his free arm on the wall behind me. I lean back against it. The material is cool against my back, offsetting the fire of my skin.
His cock is aimed at my belly. He strokes faster. Faster.
I rub myself, driving slick fingers in and out.
His cum hits my stomach like a bullet. It splashes across me in long, sticky streams. At the same time, I fall over the edge into a full orgasm. My body is wracked by the power of it.
Muscles clenching tight, spasming.
“Oh god,” I cry out, holding fingers deep inside myself.
His cum keeps spurting out. Loads and loads of it, blasting against my belly, dripping off, dropping to the floor. I lean my head against him, letting the last of my pleasure pass.
He hooks an arm around my shoulders, holding me up while the aftershocks of my orgasm pass. His scales are welcoming and cool against my forehead.
When the last of the quakes pass, I look up into his eyes and we kiss.
The desperation gone, this kiss is slower. Deeper. More intimate still than what we have just shared.
As we kiss, his hands move up and down my back. I straighten and lean into his touch, pressing my body against his.
His cock is hard again. I pull back and look down, amazed he could be ready to go again so fast.
“Wow,” I say.
He lifts my chin with two fingers, tilting my head back, and lays claim to my lips. He hooks his arm under my ass and lifts.