Not that he’d done it particularly well, he didn’t think.
Apparently, he was doingthiswell. All he had to do to be…perfect…was to be Corin’s sheath. Allow Corin to do as he pleased. God, he waspleasinghim, although he almost didn’t have room for the fluttery pleasure of having done so around the massive cock embedded in his guts.
But he didn’t know what came next. He felt restless, strange, as if he wanted to move. But moving seemed impossible.
Experimentally, he shifted forward and back, rocking on Corin’s cock. Forward felt odd, but when he rocked back, shoving Corin’s shaft against the front of his body—painful, incredible pressure built and twisted in him, everything clenched below the waist, and he curled over himself in a rictus.
That sound was him, that whining moan. God. And that was Corin growling, hands sliding up to wrap around his waist, thrusting up while Aster rocked.
Corin’s cock pounded so deeply into him it felt like it nudged his ribs, he couldn’t catch a breath, every motion hit him so perfectly and drew his bollocks up painfully tight. He could barely see, everything a blur, and the cock in him blazed like dragonfire sparked from granite, impossibly hot and hard, pounding him into nothingness…
And then Corin lifted him like he weighed nothing at all, holding him up so that only half his cock was left inside, letting him hover. Aster’s eyes focused at last as he came to stillness. He breathed in, deep and shaky, and tightened his death grip on Corin’s arms. They weren’t even trembling from the strain.
Well. Corin’s weren’t.
“Corin?” He squirmed a little, testing how it’d feel. It felt like he was stirring his insides with an enormous dragon cock, what a surprise. “What are you doing?”
Corin smiled, teeth flashing, and slammed Aster back down again, thrusting up at the same time. The girth of the base wrenched him wide, stuffing him, putting almost unbearable pressure on that spot behind his cock. And again, up, hovering, while Aster writhed and squirmed, and then down, and then again, and again.
Using him like a wet, living sheath.
The pressure exploded at last and the world turned inside out. He came and came, painting Corin’s chest, letting out a wail that ended in a sob, wetness streaking his cheeks. Corin’s growl of triumph echoed through the hall.
When Aster collapsed down, limp and wrung-out and with his mind drifting sideways through a fog, trembling with aftershocks, Corin wrapped him in his arms and pinned him down to his chest, a hand buried in his hair and cradling his skull. Corin’s chest rose and fell hard and fast, his still-hard cock shifting inside Aster with his breaths.
Aster closed his eyes and allowed himself to melt into Corin’s hold. No purpose. Nothing he needed to accomplish. Cocooned in warmth, gently rocked by the force of the massive cock filling him up. His whole body had turned into trembling, pleasure-wracked jelly.
“I’m almost there, Aster,” Corin gasped, hips flexing and pushing his cock even deeper. “I told you I’m—more of a dragon than most.”
More of a dragon than most? He was almost…where? What—
And then Aster felt it. The base of Corin’s cock had—had expanded somehow, growing even more, stretching Aster’s rim to the utmost limit of what he could take.
He tried to push up, but he’d been pinned. “Corin, please, what’s happen—”
“Fuck, just a second—” Corin shoved him down, and no, that hurt, it hurt so fucking much that his vision whited out, but then the base of Corin’s cock somehow popped inside. All that thickness was pushing on the same spot that’d made him come so hard he nearly passed out. Inescapable, no matter how he wriggled, no matter how he writhed and moaned and scrabbled at Corin’s sides with his fingers, the pressure building again—
With a low, bitten-off groan, Corin thrust hard and then stilled.
Almost stilled.
His cock moved, pulsing inside him, his come almost searing Aster with its inhuman heat.
Aster convulsed, cried out, and came again, except that he’d been milked dry. His cock twitched, still soft, his bollocks feeling like they’d twisted into a knot.
Corin went still, gasping for breath, his arms so tight around Aster they could’ve been carved out of that stone he claimed his kind had come from. He thrust again, rubbing his huge thickness against Aster’s inner walls again.
It was too much, and Aster let go, everything going red and gray and then black.
ChapterTwelve
Maybe it made Corin aridiculous cliché of a man, but for several long, overwhelming, luxurious minutes he couldn’t focus on anything but the sensation of tight, wet warmth around his knot, the pressure and the slickness and the smoothness of the lovely body surrounding him.
Fuck,fuckbut that felt good. He hadn’t knotted in years, not since the last time he’d fucked another dragon. At least his kind knew such a thing was possible, even if they didn’t all form knots themselves—it was a bit of a genetic abnormality, something that had been bred out over millennia of occasional matings with humans. When you did have a knot, good manners and common sense suggested keeping it under control most of the time when you were lying with a human.
It felt a lot less good—downright disturbing, in fact—to acknowledge that it hadn’t been a choice this time so much as a necessity. He hadn’t tried to suppress it. He hadn’t even planned to try. He’d gone into this with the full intention of splitting Aster open on his knot, because anything else would have been unthinkable.
Long ago, when all dragon cocks had knots, dragons only knotted their mates.
