He sank deeper and deeper into Aster’s body: with his cock, with the kiss he couldn’t seem to keep sweet and gentle anymore, with his body half-crushing Aster into the bed, with the hand he still had clutching Aster’s ass in an increasingly possessive grasp.
Corin’s knot made any really vigorous movement impossible, but he drove his knot and his cock a little further in with every shift of his hips, forced Aster’s legs a little wider.
Pleasure built and built until he couldn’t tell how much was his and how much was Aster’s, an almost intolerable tension building in his knot and his balls, every muscle taut. His fingers hurt and even his shoulder blades itched, claws and wings ready to force themselves out, his skin too tight and too hard and crawling with the need to transform. Heat flared in his belly and rose up into his chest.
Fuck, he was going to—going to—
Corin’s knot swelled impossibly larger and he came again, filling Aster to the brim in pulse after pulse, his spine arching as he threw his head back and roared a gout of flame to the rafters. Under him, Aster cried out and pulled him down, arms tight and legs wrapped around his hips.
For a long moment, Corin couldn’t do anything but let his head hang down, eyes closed, the world tilting and whirling around him. At last he was able to look up and make sure the ceiling hadn’t lit on fire—good, his flames hadn’t quite reached that far—and then collapse down, forehead on the pillow beside Aster’s head.
God damn, he was done. If it hadn’t been for all of Aster’s long limbs around him he might have floated away, or rolled off the bed and fallen to the floor. He couldn’t quite seem to get his bearings, with up and down not having resolved yet into distinct directions.
Aster squeezed him harder, inside and out, and Corin shuddered, nuzzling into the side of Aster’s head and pressing a kiss to his hair. That was possibly the very best thing he’d ever felt.
Fuck it, Aster seemed to need all the praise he could get.
“That,” he said hoarsely, throat raw and singed, “was possibly the very best thing I’ve ever felt.”
And then he closed his eyes and let himself rest.
ChapterThirteen
If someone had askedAster how he’d feel toward a dragon who’d fucked him unconscious, knotted him—and the hell was that, anyway, he felt like he’d gone into some kind of fantasy world—and then woken him by fucking him again only tobreathe firewhen he spent…well, “protective” wouldn’t have been on the list, let alone at the top.
Stunned. And intimidated. Both of those would have been on the list for good reason.
But with Corin enclosed in all of his limbs, collapsed on top of him and breathing deeply in his ear, he felt such a swell of tenderness and care that he could hardly contain it.
Not that he had much more room available to contain anything, to be honest. Before Corin had lain down on top of him and blocked his view, he’d tucked his chin and peered down at his lower body, shuddering with something between desperate desire and horror at the sight of Corin’s massive shaft stuck between his legs. And when Corin had come inside him the second time, Aster’s belly had visibly rounded. The pressure of it had finally stopped making him want to come again. Instead, it had him trying to squirm to relieve it, although he knew he couldn’t. Not with Corin’s dragon cock still buried in him.
God. So much come would rush out when Corin…uncorked him. It’d be so disgusting. Maybe Corin would laugh at him.
Aster bit his lip to keep from groaning.
But there was nothing he could do about it. And surely, surely if he was sweet enough, accommodating enough, Corin would be kind in return. That honeyed kiss when Aster woke had been the most loving of his life.
Despite the fact that love had nothing whatsoever to do with it.
He tightened his arms, stroking along Corin’s spine, hooking his ankles around Corin’s thighs to relieve the ache in his own, which had been exercised more in the last couple of hours than they had in three weeks of riding a horse. Corin’s skin had the slightest texture all over. Not rough, exactly, but Aster could infer the shapes of scales beneath his fingertips. He hadn’t had to infer anything when Corin had let off his spout of fire; his skin had rippled with metallic green scales, his face transforming for a moment as he threw his head back and shook the walls with the force of his roar.
Aster had a dragon in his arms. A fire-breathing, armor-scaled dragon with a double-ridged and knotted cock.
Aster had a double-ridged and knotted cock inhim.
He turned his head and brushed a kiss against Corin’s shoulder, the skin so much hotter than his lips. Of course, all of Corin felt that way. The sun had started to go down at last, the day’s gray light fading out of the bedroom windows, and any warmth in the air had faded with it, leaving the tower bitterly cold. Aster’s breath steamed when he let it out.
But he couldn’t have been cozier underneath his enormous dragon blanket.
That was possibly the very best thing I’ve ever felt.
Well. Aster squeezed him even tighter, wishing he could kiss him all over. Same for him, only without thepossiblyqualifier. He’d never felt like this, so replete and satisfied that he couldn’t stop smiling and longed to stay precisely where he was, swollen belly and all, forever.
Mmm. God, he couldn’t. But he could spread his legs later and ask Corin very, very nicely to swell him up again, fill him until he couldn’t breathe.
At that moment, the pressure inside him eased slightly for the first time since Corin had gotten his cock all the way in. The knot shrank; not much, but a little. Enough that…oh, God. Wetness seeped out all around, hot and slick, on his thighs and in the crease of his ass and on the underside of his bollocks. Fuck, Corin’s bed would get all wet. Of course, if Aster’s wetness disgusted him that’d be a bit unreasonable—but most of the time menwerepretty unreasonable when they were inconvenienced, if they’d already gotten off and weren’t hypnotized by lust anymore.
Had Corin gone to sleep? He wasn’t snoring. Maybe he simply didn’t snore at all. That seemed unlikely for someone who could blow fire out of his mouth, but what did Aster know? Could he slide out from underneath as soon as Corin’s knot went down enough, and perhaps…tighten himself up to hold it all in until he could get out of bed? Oh, God, that would be so much worse, somehow, and he had no idea what to do, and instead of perfectly relaxed and happy now he teetered on the brink of panic, heart pounding…
