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He realised the head of his shaft had been hitting right against that soft place inside her with force in this position.

Just like he did every time he went slow, Rurik was lost in the feel of her. He felt drugged the more he thrust. He felt the heavy hit, and the long stroke seemed to somehow spread over his entire body as though it was being petted by her.

When she came around him while he was at this pace, it felt as if she was constricting his lungs and stealing his breath while his eyes tried to roll back. Her moans made his own tingle at the bottom of his throat like he wanted to answer them.

Her body is so kind to me, so sweet, so good... just like her.His breaths came out shallower when she stopped coming, his own release coming quicker than he wanted it to.And she is mine.

Pounding harder, he stopped pulling back so far as he took her. His hands started to just squeeze her.

“I am going to take you as a Dragon, Amalia, and then I am going to pierce your womb and flood you with my seed...” He shuddered, the muscles in his chest and arms twitching. “Just like I am about to do now.”

The shape of his cock was different in that body. The soft tapered point would harden, and if their bodies aligned, he could press it deeper inside her. Could pierce her just enough that she’d swallow the tip.

I want to feel her take my knot.It was only possible if she tookallof him.

Rurik’s nose crinkled. He pressed his forehead against her back when he felt it rising, felt the tingle in his spine, felt his shaft beginning to engorge with liquid.

He shoved hard against her one last time, making sure he was deep and tucked against her before he threw his head back and roared. The first release of his seed was the heaviest, and each rope afterwards turned that roar into a broken groan. His cock throbbed profoundly.

He shuddered, his arms shaking while he released inside and felt her body contracting around him as though it loved the feeling of him doing so. He missed being able to, missed the close feeling of connection he had with her while he did, the blissful heat and tension as she seemed to help milk him of every drop.

Once he stopped spending, Rurik fell to the side onto his back and finally felt at ease. He tried to catch his breath, tried to calm his pounding heart.

Turning his head to her with a satisfied grin, his eyes moved over her face. With her hair messy and partially hiding her, she softly smiled around little pants.

Such a beautiful thing.

“I am hungry,” he laughed. Usually, she was the one to say such things. “But do not fret, we will be back in this bed shortly after.” He lifted his arm, taking hers with it. He was still enjoying the fact that she couldn’t escape his presence this day. “But you will have to come with me.”

He could see she wanted to laugh, but she started to nibble on her bottom lip instead. “You came inside me.”

Rurik’s head cocked since he didn’t understand. “I told you I was going to from now on, and that I do not care what you do with my magic.”

“That is not what I meant.” Her free hand went to rest between her hips low on her stomach. “You have not done the spell yet.”

His brows drew together in a frown before his eyes snapped open wide. He quickly shot forward to be on his knees.

“I came inside you!”

He rolled her to her back and knelt over her.

“That was what I was trying to tell you!”

He quickly put his hand against her stomach to place his thumb below her navel. He concentrated on the spell he needed to stop her from getting pregnant, hoping it wasn’t too late.

The spell wouldn’t take if she already was, and he sighed in relief when it worked. An orange magic symbol lit against her skin before fading, telling him that her body accepted it.

He would have to replace it once a year.

Thank the heavens. I am not ready for whatever monstrosity it is we will create.

Chapter 40

It took Amalia a long while to fully wake since her body was languid and comfortable.

They’d barely left the bed and only occasionally got up to eat. He’d taken full advantage of the fact that Amalia was trapped to him, and although a lot of their time had been about sex, there had been other moments of intimacy.

Ones where he just wanted to touch her or hold her. She’d felt like she was falling under some kind of spell in those moments as tenderness fluttered inside her belly.