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Story: The WitchSlayer

His body reacted to her cries, to the way she felt against him and wrapped around him. In just three days, he’d built enough sexual frustration inside him for her that he felt the need to take it out on her body.

Now that they were in the middle of this, he feared that if he didn’t spend inside this beautiful woman until he was calm, he’d flip into a rage.

She tempts me, makes me crave her.He released a confusing groan mixed with a sigh of relief when he felt himself buried all the way to the hilt.

His forehead pressed between her shoulder blades when he ground into her, feeling the tip grind against her cervix to make sure she knew he was taking every inch of her, that she was filled completely by Rurik and his cock.I cannot get enough.

His hips held no speed this time as he drew them back. Instead, he was more forceful, coming in harder.

With her legs closed, she felt tighter. With her sweet orgasms drenching her, she felt wetter.

He moved his head to bury his face against her neck when she turned her head forward to moan, resting her chin against the bed. She could do nothing else but take him in the position he put them in.

She feels like bliss.He took his hand away from her hair to bring it between their bodies so he could hold her to him, to embrace her for making him feel this way. He even grasped her bound hand with his own to hold it.

In the time Amalia had come to his lair and they’d started sharing their bodies, he’d put her in almost every position he possibly could. He’d tasted her, and finally had her taste him.

However, there was one thing he had yet to do with her, something he constantly craved.

He thrust his hips in harder in excitement at the mere thought of it, and his cock pulsated.

“You are going to take me as a Dragon, Amalia,” he told her, wanting to feel her tight and wet heat around his Dragon cock.

He knew she would feel unbelievable against him like that. Once he was in that form, he could make it smaller to match her size.

His mouth fell open a little when he felt her core tighten around him at his words. Her body’s reaction made him wonder... “Do you want to feel me like that?”

She moaned, and her core clenched around him again. She buried her head against the bed.

Dear heavens, she does.Rurik thought he might have to fight her on it, that she might be averse to the idea.

Unable to help himself, he bit into the back of her neck while letting out a silent groan at knowing that, at any point, he could be inside her in that form. To share himself like that.

He looked to their bound hands, knowing if it wasn’t for the spell, he would be trying to shift now just so he could.

Rurik shuddered as pictured himself like that with her.

The strokes of his cock were long, coming all the way out to the point he almost lost her. Then he came in deep and hard, feeling her arch under him every time.

It meant he always got to feel her entrance make way for him and spread over the head when he pushed in. It also caught on the rim when he pulled out.

“Do you want to feel my claws digging into your skin?” Because they would, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from grabbing her body. “Feel my scales rub over you? My spikes?”

She started clawing at the furs while her other hand clasped his hand tighter. She answered with another moan, and her channel spasmed more around him.

They both released a pant at the same time, and he realised he was bringing himself closer to release with this idea, now craving it deeply.

He’d have to go out of his way to stop himself from biting her since it would too easily pierce her soft skin with his fangs.

“Do you want my tongue against you, licking you?”

He did it now. He licked over the back of her neck until he reached the side, his tongue drawing over the circling mark there.

I may even twist my tail around one of her legs,since she didn’t have a tail for him to do so with.

“I cannot be in this bed with you while I am like that, Amalia.” He’d most likely break it or dig his claws into it. “I will have to take you against the cold ground.”

Even though he said this, told her something she may not like, she started coming around him. He dug his fingertips into her in reaction. Her spine arched while her head tilted back to rest against his shoulder as she cried out. He loved it when her inner walls squeezed him like this.

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