“Please, Sunshine. I need your cock. I can’t wait.”
His fingers retreated, and I couldn’t stop the desperate whine that came out of my lips. Fyn handed me the lube, panting. “Why don’t you ride me?”
Keeping my back straight was easier.
Fyn helped me up, then he lay back, I scooped up some lube and slicked it over his thick cock, shaking. I breathed, trying to calm down so I didn’t explode the second he was inside of me. When his cock was nice and shiny, I settled on his lap. Lifting on my knees, I reached back and guided his cock toward my hole. I slid down, unable to stop the moan of pleasure that ripped out of my throat. He was stretching me perfectly, and I had zero problem taking him in deep.
“Fyn,” I whimpered. “You’re so perfect, so utterly perfect. I’ve never felt this good.”
Clutching my hip, he grunted as he rocked up. I cried, head going back. His scales scraped on my walls as he stretched me while his piercing hit something deep within me that had me seeing stars.
“You’re so warm, Caleb.”
I squeezed, and he shivered.
“Ungh.” Fyn moaned beneath me as he planted his feet wide and thrust up into me. “So tight.”
I clutched his shoulders and slid down on him until my ass landed on him. Our rhythm was slow and steady, each thrust bringing me closer to release.
Panting, I claimed his mouth, shoving my tongue between his lips, desperate for him. He groaned into my mouth, rutting intome. For the first time since I’d awoken in this body, it felt like mine.
My cock turned to steel, pre-cum leaking out and smearing all over our stomachs. The scrape of his scales was enough friction for my cock; that and Fyn kept hitting that spot deep within me. Both had my orgasm barreling down my spine. Everything tightened as I whined his name.
My whimpers and his growls filled the hot air of the greenhouse. I bounced on his cock, chasing my growing pleasure. My hole clenched as my balls scrunched up tight. I moaned. I was going to come. I tried to contain it because I wasn’t ready for this to end, but I couldn’t.
“I’m coming,” I ground out.
“Let me see it, Mate.”
He gripped my hips and pounded up into me, going faster and harder. I rode his cock, barely noticing the jarring movement as my orgasm built to extreme heights. I crashed over the edge with a howl against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders, claws pricking him. White noise filled my ears as everything clenched in painful pleasure.
My ass squeezed Fyn’s cock, and he snarled, fingers digging into my hips, as he continued to fuck me. One, two, three more thrusts, then his cock jerked and flooded my insides with molten heat.
When the blinding pleasure dimmed, I sagged on his chest, panting. My heart thudded and my muscles trembled. Fyn stroked my back, his cock softening inside me. He did not pull out, and there was no discomfort nor did I need him to slide out. I did remember as a human, I hadn’t liked my partners to stay inside of me afterward; it had been uncomfortable. Some dudes liked that full feeling outside of sex, but I hadn’t.
Drakcol were apparently different.
I rubbed my face on him. “I love you.”
“And I you.”
I nuzzled his neck, cheek, and everywhere I could reach, needing it in a way I didn’t understand.
“I am yours, my Caleb. You may scent mark me as much as you like, but I am yours.”
“Can I?” Unable to stop myself, I kept rubbing my forehead on him and pulling his hands to my sides, relaxing with each breath. My wings spread over him and my tail hung loosely over his legs.
“Yes.”
I took him at his word and continued to claim him. He was fucking mine after all.
His fingers traced my spine, claws scraping my scales. “Are you feeling better?”
“I feel more like me.”
“You are you.” He kissed my temple. “We need to be honest with each other. This is going to be an odd transition, my Caleb, but we can get through it.”
“We can.” I took a deep breath and snuggled against my mate’s chest. We could get through this; we could get through anything.
