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I am blushing so furiously I can barely think, and all the while his fingers are stroking slow circles around my clit.

“Bred?”

I know what the word means, in theory, but I am about to feel it in practice. I should say something about the fact I’ve never done this before, but I am too busy being overwhelmed by the feeling of being exposed and aroused and realizing that my innocence is about to be defiled.

He leans down over me, his body covering mine. I am so small compared to him, so delicate, and so completely vulnerable. I let out a little gasp as I feel hot, hard flesh press against the cleft of my ass. He has freed his cock and I am bent for it. All it would take for him to slide his hips back and the head of it would be aligned perfectly with…

“Oh, my god,” I moan, as he does just that, drawing the head of his cock down my slit, gathering my arousal on the tip of it before using it with erotically devastating accuracy, pressing between my outer lips, my inner lips, breaching the barrier of innocence that remained inside me.

“Bred,” he growls as he tears the last remnants of my virginity in a long, smooth, dominant thrust that makes my inner walls clench and the muscles in my tummy go taut.

“Mr. Ornix! Fuck! Ohh, I…”

“You were innocent,” he growls.

“Yes,” I moan.

Ornix

I felt the spark of her virginity calling to me as soon as I had her bent over. The moment her arousal started to flow, there was a sweetness in the air, a tang of desire that I could not ignore and that led to impulses I could not deny.

As my cock speared through that little veil of virginity, I felt it. The bonding magic. The perfect claiming. She is mine, now. There is nothing in any universe that can change the fact.

I feel her sweet interior quivering around me, untouched flesh struggling to take me as her body adjusts to the purpose for which it was made. She sparks around me, little bolts of magic and desire flashing from her to me and back again. The hair on the back of her neck is erect, and there are goosebumps all along her arms. Her flesh knows what is happening to it. I am seeing an ancient response, one coded into her from the beginning of time.

She is so sweet, so small, so young, and I am ancient, dangerous, and made to claim and devour creatures like her. As she settles, I begin to move in long strokes that pleasure her inner self in more ways than one. I wonder how deeply she feels this claiming, if she knows my touch is far more than skin deep. I wonder if she feels the bonds of my ownership locking around her soul, or if she will fight them the way humans often do when they do not understand the full magnitude of their surrender.

Melissa

Mr. Ornix’s cock is inside me, tearing away my virginity, leaving me ravaged and panting and soaked with need. I have never been fucked before, though I know what a cock looks like. The harder and longer he fucks me, the more it feels as though there are scales inside me, ridged plates stretching me open with friction and intense pleasure.

I see his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall opposite the table. He’s not a man anymore. I am not being fucked by a person. Instead there is huge, scaled creature crouched over me, long dark hair flowing from a head that is covered in what I can only describe as dragon skin.

I let out a panicked scream and try to bolt up, but he presses me back down, catching my hands and pinning them out in front of me in one of his big, taloned grips that no longer look remotely human. They are twice the size they were before, nails long and black like claws, and more of those glittering gold scales that seem to cover every inch of him.

I don’t know where the suit went, but I can see the way his bare, scaled torso ripples over me as his cock continues to plunge in and out of me, a forked tongue escaping his mouth, almost as if it is tasting the air, and me.

A monster is ravaging me, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I scream over his dining table, gripping for traction and finding none as his hands clamp me in place and his cock surges inside me over and over.

“Shhhh,” he settles me. “Shhh, little one. Relax. Let it happen. Your body knows how to do this. You were made to take me. Relax.”

I whimper.

“What are you?”

“I am your master. I am your mate.”

Those are not true answers to the question I was really asking, and he knows it, but how can I interrogate him when hispowerful hips keep rolling forward, thrusting inside my pussy, using every inch of my freshly deflowered hole?

Ornix

She’s so sweet and scared. I tried to hold my human form, but it is impossible to do that when I am truly mating, truly claiming. That is when my dragonkin form asserts itself, complete with bigger, thicker, scaled cock capable of delivering mating seed.

“You’re safe,” I murmur reassuringly, her red-hot curvy cheeks shaking every time I plunge my rod inside her, her slick inner walls stretching and taking every stroke with an eager submission that delights and enthralls me.

She was made for this, made to be stretched around my cock. I will be breeding her. I will be filling her with my most potent seed, and she will swell for me.