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She rarely spent any time alone; he would come to converse with her often. When questioned on why he didn’t in the palace, he told her it was because he hadn’t wanted to raise suspicion.

Then, he reminded her they’d spoken a great deal the day he showed her the dungeons, as well as the night they were intertwined. She barely remembered that. She’d been too fixated on the powerful emotions stirring because he was buried between her legs.

Now, he would speak with her often. It wasn’t always just before he tried to bed her; no, it was as if he just wanted her company. He even stayed with her when she rejected him. He would grow flustered, but he wouldn’t lash out at her for it like she expected. Instead, he’d make himself comfortable by laying back on the cushions and pillows, asking her assorted questions about her life, her family, her likes and dislikes.

Hell, he even asked her what her favourite colour was, displeased to hear it was green. The short, unhidden chuckle that had fallen from her was only because he demanded it be blue because of his scales.

The only reason she answered his questions was because he’d been unafraid to share those she asked of him. It was as though he wanted them both to reveal themselves with private little details only lovers would share.

What is it about him that makes me crave him so dearly?

Because, human or Dragon, Valerie still wanted him. When he held her down by her forearms, she didn’t resist him. When he licked across her lips, she willingly parted them, and the sweetness she tasted in his human form was even stronger now, in his Dragon form.

The warmth she could feel from his scaly body was so smouldering, she found herself relaxed and docile beneath him.

His touch is so light.Even with his fangs and claws, she only felt them as soft points rather than razors. They became even gentler when he settled his body between her thighs and slipped his scaled hand under her dress to lift it.

His claws tickled her thigh as he lifted higher, until instead of fabric, it was his body, the scales here rougher than underneath him, that tickled her instead. The belly of him was smoother, more vulnerable, and slipped over her like silk. It was so soft, she barely registered anything other than how nice it felt.

Yet he is so dominating.Dominating by how, once he finished pulling her skirt up, he lifted himself higher to allow his tongue to go deeper within her mouth. Then, the next thing she knew, something hard entered her, but with his cock resting against her uncovered belly, hot and thick, she knew he hadn’t entered her.

“W-what is that?” she rasped, trying her hardest not to moan.

It was textured, a little rough, but not painful. It was hard, impossibly long, thick, and it even wriggled a little. The last sensation was the one that had her legs parting for more, had her skin flushing terribly until she thought she’d combust.

“You are still fighting me,” he rumbled teasingly against her ear, since she’d broken away from their strange kiss. “I did not want to enter you until you were ready.” He swirled his tongue against her ear, making it tingle and causing a shiver to assault her spine. “I thought perhaps I should put the ruined tip of my tail to good use.”

Her lips parted in surprise, understanding that the wriggly, slightly bendy thing inside her pussy was the stump of his tail. She’d seen the weaponised spike or spade had been removed from some sort of battle, and she could barely believe it was now inside her.

“I always hated my brother a little for biting off the end of it,” he chuckled when she reached up to dig her nails into his sides. “But now I think I should thank him for allowing me to fuck you with it.”

Oh heavens,she thought, clinging to him as she started bucking her hips against it, only for Geryon to throw her higher into pleasure by resting his cock between her folds and working the length of it over her clit.

“You seem more receptive to me as a Dragon.” The humour in his tone was unmistakable, and the masculine vibration of pride in it twisted her stomach. “Would you prefer my Dragon cock over my human one, Valerie?”

Her name, spoken in his rough voice, had her inner walls clenching his tail. It also rendered her silent, unable to deny him. Did she prefer him as a Dragon? She wasn’t sure, but knowing he was one... his heat, scent, even his scales had her melting quicker than usual.

When alone, Valerie had begun to ache for the moments he would come to try and take her. She wanted him, wanted to feel him. His cock was still rubbing over her clit, lashing it with pleasure as he attacked her most sensitive places any way he could. Even his bowed chest was scraping against her nipples, making them pound with need.

Everything felt so strange, it had her mind going blank.

His tail and cock worked faster, and she shivered against him.I am about to come.She could feel it in the way her body ached, how it tightened, how her knees buckled and her hands trembled.

Like in the palace, she was allowing Geryon to sweep her away. The only difference now was, instead of gripping his back or his shirt, one of her hands gripped the base of a wing while the other clung to a head spike.

It was like he knew exactly how to touch her, knew how to make her legs tremble. Even now, his tongue moved away from her ear so he could slip it against her wildly beating pulse, the skin there so sensitive, it forced her breath to stutter.

With the dexterity he had in his tail, the moment he changed the angle upwards, Valerie fell apart. Her moan was silent – she made it so – but she buried her face against the side of his thick neck as she clenched around him. Hiding it was pointless; his answering pleased growl as liquid squelched from her pussy informed her he knew just how hard she was orgasming.

It is too much.She craved what she knew he would give her, that tingling rush of pleasure that threatened to make her cry out. She wanted him to replace his thrusting tail with his cock, because... despite how good this felt, she desperately wished for him to come apart as well.

She wanted to hear him unabashedly groan, to shudder, to stop being so sly, instead so heated that he could barely speak from that wicked mouth. What had started to undo Valerie’s cold exterior was how open Geryon was with his desires, his fierce reactions. They fuelled her.

When she came down from bliss, her body went languid while her heart raced frantically. It picked up even more so when he pulled back and looked down at her, the scales around his metallic blue eyes crinkling as his grin turned lopsided. With his fangs glinting, he appeared devilish.

I cannot do this anymore.For days, he had been giving her such sweet attention, and she knew... she knew at some point, she would give in to him.

The only thing stopping Valerie was that she was averse to the future he presented for her.