Page 26 of Beneath Scales and Shadows (Lost Lunas of Artania #1)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
SORA
An inferno coursed through her veins.
Not dragon flame, but something deeper, more primal. Every nerve sparked beneath her skin, silver scales flickering with an inner light that echoed the crystal glow threading through the mountain’s chambers. The journey back to Dralux had passed in a haze of sensation—Ignis’s scales beneath her, the wind whipping her hair, the scent of smoke, blood and battle clinging to them both.
Now, in the sanctuary of their chambers, reality fragmented into sharp, disconnected moments of sensation. The soft hiss of the bathing pool as steam rose in curling tendrils. The weight of her armor eased with each piece Ignis removed, his talons moving with deliberate care as he undid each fastening, slow and precise. The throb of the ruby scale embedded in her side, pulsing in time with his twin hearts.
“It hurts,” she whispered, knees buckling as another wave of heat crashed through her. “Why didn’t anyone tell me that it would hurt?”
Ignis caught her, his scaled arms solid and sure. “I know, my little Luna.” His voice rumbled through her bones, both painful and soothing at once. “Your heat came too fast. The battle, the moonlight, the blood bond—everything accelerated your transformation.”
She pressed her face against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent of midnight stone and ancient fire. Even that small contact sent sparks cascading across her flesh. Her body burned from the inside out, desperate for something she couldn’t name but instinctively understood.
Him.
“What’s happening to me?” The words scraped her throat raw.
Ignis lifted her with ease and strode to the steaming pool, not slowing as he stepped into the mineral-rich water. Heat lapped at her skin the moment they sank in—water she’d come to crave now wrapping her in blessed relief.
“Your body prepares for mating—demands it,” he answered, brutally direct yet gentle in his delivery. “The dragon blood has awakened fully. You are no longer becoming an omega in its fullness—you simply are.”
“I can’t think straight.” She pressed her palm against her forehead, finding it burning hot—much hotter than her new normal. “Everything feels—”
“Too much?” His crimson eyes held understanding beyond words. “That is the nature of omega heat. Your senses heighten until the world becomes overwhelming.”
Ignis reached for a crystal vial on the pool’s edge, uncorking it to release the scent of mountain herbs and night-blooming flowers. He poured its contents into the water, which immediately turned opalescent, swirling with colors that soothed her raw nerves.
“This will help ease the discomfort,” he explained, gathering water in cupped hands to pour over her shoulders.
Relief unfurled where the enchanted water touched her—brief, but blessed. Sora leaned into his touch, eyes falling shut as he worked with patient care, washing the blood and soot of battle from her skin.
“When we found you in the throne room—” His voice caught, the memory cutting deep. “When I felt your call through our bond...”
“You came crashing through the ceiling,” she finished, a smile tugging at her lips despite the pain. “My dragon king, destroying everything in his path.”
“I would have torn the castle stone from stone to reach you.” His hands stilled on her shoulders, claws carefully retracted. “When the princess confessed to trying to kill you—to drowning the baker’s daughter whose body you now inhabit—I lost all restraint.”
Sora turned to face him, water swirling around them both. Even through the haze of heat, the memory stood crystal clear. “Justice. You gave her the same death she inflicted.”
“Poetic, wasn’t it?” A dangerous smile curved his scaled lips. “And now Artania will be rid of the evil filth that tainted it.”
“It was the moment I knew.” The confession spilled forth, driven by heat and truth in equal measure. “When you crashed through that ceiling, when you sought vengeance not just for me but for the baker’s daughter—when you protected me with your wings while destroying everything that threatened us—I knew with absolute certainty.”
His eyes darkened, pupils expanding until crimson became mere rings of fire. “Knew what, my little Luna?”
“That I love you.” The words hung between them, simple yet profound, carrying more meaning than anything she could describe. “Not because of heat or prophecy or fate. Not because our souls are bound by blood magic and ritual. But because you see me—all of me. The historian from Earth, the twice-born omega, the woman caught between worlds—you see me completely.”
Ignis’s breath caught, the sound barely audible over the gentle lapping of water. His hand rose to cup her cheek, thumb tracing the silver scales at her temple with reverent precision.
“I have lived a century,” he said, voice roughened by emotion. “I have watched kingdoms rise and fall. I have seen wonders beyond mortal comprehension. Yet nothing compares to the miracle of finding you—of having you look at this monstrous form and see not beast, but me .”
The word pierced her heart, sweet agony cutting through the fever. “Not a monster,” she agreed, turning her face to press a kiss against his palm. “Never monster. My dragon king. My mate. My alpha. Mine. ”
The possessive declaration surprised her—raw and instinctive— rising from some deep, untamed place awakened by her omega heat. Yet it felt right on her tongue, true in ways academic precision could never capture.
A low, rough sound rumbled from Ignis, vibrating through the water that lapped between them. With gentle but insistent hands, he guided her to lean back against the pool’s edge as he reached for washing cloths and cleansing oils.
“Let me care for you,” he murmured, beginning the careful work of bathing her fevered body.
Each touch sent fresh waves of need crashing through her, but beneath the hunger lay something equally powerful—tenderness. He worked methodically, washing away the remnants of battle while murmuring reassurances.
“I thought I’d lost you again,” he confessed as he poured clean water over her hair, fingers working through tangled strands with impossible gentleness for hands that had torn stone. “When you didn’t return to the rendezvous point—when I felt your distress through our bond—”
“You found me,” she reminded him, reaching up to trace the strong line of his jaw. “You’ll always find me now.”
“Always,” he agreed, the word both promise and prayer.
The bathing ritual continued, intimate yet restrained. Despite the waves of heat pulsing through her body, despite the need building with each gentle touch, Ignis maintained careful control.
Each caress was meant to soothe, but the heat it stirred beneath her skin told another story.
When he finally helped her from the pool, her legs trembled beneath her weight. The brief relief provided by the enchanted water faded quickly, leaving her once more consumed by fever.
Ignis wrapped her in soft linens, the fabric irritating her hypersensitive skin despite its silken texture. He guided her to the sleeping platform, helping her settle among pillows and furs brought to help her nest.
“I’ll fetch Zalaya,” he said, already turning toward the door. “She has preparations for heat—herbs to ease the worst symptoms.”
“Don’t leave me!” The words tore from her throat, desperate and raw.
Ignis froze, conflict evident in every tense line of his body. “Sora, in this state—” His nostrils flared as he drank in her scent, now sharper, thicker since their return. With the blood and soot of the mission washed away, nothing remained but the heady pull of her omega need, clinging to her like a second skin. “I may not be able to maintain control if I stay.”
“Then don’t.” She pushed herself upright, linens falling away to reveal silver scales gleaming across her chest and shoulders. “Claim me, Ignis. Make me yours completely.”
His wings unfurled partially, an unconscious display of agitation—or perhaps to fan away her needy aroma. “You speak from heat-madness, not choice.”
“No.” She shook her head, fighting through the fog of desire to find words. “I chose you before my body knew what choice meant. Before heat, before transformation—I chose you when I stepped between you and Princess Jewels’s blade. I chose you every time I returned to your chambers instead of seeking escape.”
He approached with deliberate care, as if she were some rare, fragile treasure that might crumble beneath the weight of his gaze. “Are you certain? Once done, this cannot be undone.”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything.” She reached for him, palms pressing against the ruby scales of his chest. “I crossed worlds to find you, Ignis. I died and was reborn. I transformed from human to something new. Every step led me here—to you.”
Something broke in his expression—the last barricade of restraint crumbling beneath the weight of her certainty. He gathered her into his arms, wings wrapping around them both to create a sanctuary of shadow and warmth.
“Then I am yours,” he whispered against her temple, his tail coiling around her legs in a slow, possessive sweep that anchored her to him. “As you are mine.”
His maw found hers, no longer holding back. The kiss consumed her, fire meeting fire as his forked tongue traced the seam of her lips before delving deeper. She surrendered to it, to him, letting the heat take her at last.
Through their blood bond, she felt his own desire magnified—decade upon decade of loneliness dissolved by her presence. His hunger matched hers, fierce and overwhelming, yet tempered by something deeper, something enduring.
Love, overwhelming and patient, now unleashed by acceptance, flooding the tether between them.
“You must understand what happens next,” he whispered against her throat, voice rough with need as his tongue traced the mark he’d left there days before—the first claiming that had saved her life. “There is no turning back from this path.”
“I know, but I don’t want to turn back even if I could—I don’t want to go back even if there was a way.” She gasped as his taloned hand found the silver scales at her hip, tracing patterns that sent lightning through her core. “I want to move forward and live my life here—with you.”
Their eyes met—crimson to sapphire—the bond between them humming so fiercely it felt almost visible in the crystal-lit chamber.
Ignis’s wings eased open. “Then let us begin.”
He stood before her in his dragoon form, a breathtaking fusion of dragon and man—crimson scales rippling over a powerful, humanoid frame, black horns sweeping back from his brow, and dark wings folding loosely behind him. His tail moved in a slow, restless sweep, the strength beneath each ripple unmistakable. He watched her with eyes that burned low and steady, full of a tender, aching hunger.
She stood there, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, sapphire eyes catching the light, silver scales glinting along her arms and legs like stars against her skin. The scent of her heat lingered, but this moment was softer, deeper—overwhelming Ignis’s unique aroma of smoke and stone.
He reached out, his clawed fingers gentle as he brushed a strand of her golden hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her breath caught, aching for more.
“Your scent,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble that seemed to stroke her very soul. “Sweet moonflower, blooming just for me. It’s intoxicating—drives me wild, makes me crave you, your love, every piece of you.” His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, and his eyes softened, pleading. “Touch me, my treasure. Trust me. Let yourself feel it—the connection between us, that alpha and omega pull calling out to each other, humming in our blood. It’s alive, pulsing, begging us to savor it. Let our bond sweep away your doubts—as you can sense what I feel and me you—and set our instincts free. Let us savor each other—and this moment—until the Moon Goddess claims us.”
Her heart thudded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the heat rising in her veins. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, the roughness of his scales against her cheek grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected. Her hands rose, trembling slightly, until they rested on his broad chest, feeling the steady beat of his hearts beneath the crimson scales.
“Show me how we can be together,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I want to know all of you.”
His breath caught, a flash of relief and raw need breaking through his careful control. Then he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs. His maw was warm, firm yet tender, a passionate claim that spoke of longing and promise. She melted into it, her lips parting as his tongue brushed hers, a slow, deliberate dance that sent sparks racing down her spine.
His taste was wild—smoke and spice, a hint of something ancient and untamed—and she drank him in, her hands grasping his shoulders, anchoring herself to him. Her fingers found the silky strands of his long, dark hair, threading through them, tugging gently as she pressed herself closer.
He growled softly into the kiss, a sound of pure satisfaction, and his arms encircled her waist, lifting her effortlessly. His black wings unfurled, curling around them like a protective cocoon, the leathery edges brushing her skin with a whisper of sensation. The world shrank to just them—his heat, his scent, the way his lips moved against hers with a fervor that felt like worship. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, her tongue meeting his with equal hunger. It was a clash of need and surrender, a melding of breaths and heartbeats, until she felt dizzy with the sheer intensity of it all.
His desires mirrored her own through their shared connection.
When they finally parted, gasping, his forehead rested against hers, his wings still cradling them in their private haven. “You’re mine,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion, “and I’m yours. No more doubts—just us, now.”
She nodded, unable to form the words—allowing him to feel her.
He swept her up and she nestled against his chest, the thrum of his heartbeat a wild drum against her ear, as he crossed the threshold to her bed—a haven of plush blankets and pillows, each one a whisper of luxury against her scales. He laid her down with a reverence that made her breath hitch, her body sinking into the softness as though it were an extension of his care.
His maw found hers first, a hungry press that softened into something deeper, something that stole the air from her lungs. Then they trailed—down the curve of her jaw, along the tender hollow of her neck—his breath hot and ragged. He paused there, inhaling her scent, a low growl rumbling from his chest, primal and approving. It vibrated through her, igniting a spark that coiled low in her belly.
“I must have you,” he rasped, his voice a jagged edge of need, yet his eyes flickered with restraint. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her hand lifted to his face, fingers brushing the rough plane of his cheek. “I trust you,” she murmured, steady and sure, her gaze locking with his—a silent vow. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
The growl deepened, a sound that shook the air, and his hands moved swift and certain. Fabric tore under his grip, her robe parting like a curtain to reveal her to him. He stilled, peering down at her, his eyes molten with awe. She felt it then—the weight of his worship, as though she were a goddess carved from starlight and he a supplicant at her altar. This towering beast, this power incarnate, wanted to kneel for her, to claim her grace as his own. Her skin prickled, not from cold, but from the raw force of being seen—and adored.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, voice thick with wonder. “All silver-scaled, like moonlight made flesh. Your eyes—deep as the ocean’s heart. Your hair”—his fingers tangled in the strands, golden as a summer sun—“it burns me alive. But it’s your mind, your soul, that undoes me. I want you, not as alpha to omega, not as male to female, but mate to mate.”
Her chest tightened, emotion swelling until it spilled over. “I want you too,” she breathed, the words a tether between them.
His pleasure rumbled out in a growl, and he leaned in, maw tracing a path down her neck again. The heat of his mouth seared her skin, and when he reached the valley between her breasts, his forked tongue darted out. It flicked against her nipples, twin points of fire that pulled a gasp from her throat, her back arching into him. He didn’t stop—kissing lower, across the plane of her stomach, pausing at her navel to linger there, as if mapping every inch of her.
“I want to fill you,” he said, the words rough with promise. “Over and over, every new moon, to bless my clan with new life.”
Her pulse raced, anticipation threading through her veins as he sank lower still. His broad shoulders nudged her thighs apart, and then he was there—stationed between her legs, his breath a warm tease against her core. When his mouth finally claimed her, it was a slow, deliberate worship, his tongue a deft stroke that unraveled her.
Sora’s world tilted as he shifted, his hands—those rough, capable hands—sliding down her thighs. With a gentle but firm grip, he hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, the angle pulling a soft whimper from her lips. Her silver scales glinted in the candlelight, catching the flex of his muscles as he settled between her, his presence overwhelming yet achingly tender. Then his fingers found her, slipping inside with a slow, deliberate press that made her breath catch in her throat. One, then two, stretching her in ways that sent sparks skittering up her spine. She’d never known this—pleasure so sharp it bordered on too much, coiling tighter with every deft movement.
He worked her with a rhythm that felt like a promise, his eyes locked on hers, crimson burning with something fierce and unguarded. Her hips rocked instinctively, chasing the sensation, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. “Your heat has only just started,” he said, voice gravelly, thick with certainty. “I can sense it—your scent’s shifting, more needy, pulling at me with each passing moment.” His nostrils flared as he inhaled, a shudder running through him. “I’m worried what’ll happen when it fully hits. If it does at the wrong time…” His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking beneath the rough scales. “I won’t let another alpha claim what’s mine .”
The words were a vow, edged with a possessiveness that sent a shiver racing down her spine.
She shook her head, golden hair spilling across the pillows. “I won’t let them near me. I don’t want anyone else—not the other alphas, not anyone in your clan. Just you .”
A growl tore from him, low and rough, and his hand shifted. A third finger joined the others, stretching her further, the sudden fullness wrenching a gasp from her lips. Her body arched, pleasure spiking hot and bright, and his free hand gripped her hip, anchoring her to him. “Don’t speak of it,” he snarled, though his tone softened at the edges, laced with something raw. “We found each other first. You bewitched me the moment you grabbed my mask—your fire, your fearlessness. I was yours then, and I’m yours now.”
Her chest heaved, emotion tangling with the waves of sensation crashing through her. She’d snatched that mask from his face on a dare, a reckless impulse in the chaos of their first meeting, and the memory of his stunned, unguarded expression still burned in her mind. Now, with his fingers curling inside her, coaxing pleasures she hadn’t dreamed possible, she felt that same reckless power surging back.
Her thighs trembled against his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged bursts as he pushed her higher, unraveling her thread by thread. She was his, yes—but he was hers too, bound by that first defiant spark, and she’d fight the world to keep him.
Sora’s body hummed, a live wire strung tight with need. The pleasure he’d wrung from her still pulsed in her veins, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough. She needed more, needed him closer, inside her, filling the hollow ache that gnawed at her core.
Trembling, she felt his breath ghost over her skin—and couldn’t hold back any longer. “Please,” she whispered, voice cracking into a soft, needy whimper—an omega’s plea she hadn’t known she could make until now. “I need you… I need to feel you.”
A deep, resonant purr rolled from his chest, dragon-like and rich, vibrating through her bones. His crimson eyes softened, molten with devotion, but a flicker of worry shadowed them. “I can’t deny you,” he murmured, the sound rough yet tender, like velvet over stone. “But I must make sure you’re ready to take all of me… every part of me.”
She caught his gaze and held it, her ocean-deep eyes steady despite the storm raging inside her. Her hand slid up to cup his face, thumb brushing the sharp line of his jaw. “I trust you,” she said, firm and unshaken, pouring every ounce of her faith into the words. They stilled him, his breath hitching as he searched her face.
Slowly, he eased back, lowering her legs from his shoulders. They slid down his arms, muscles flexing beneath her calves, until her thighs rested against the bed. His hands lingered on her hips, steadying her, and then his gaze dropped.
She followed it, curiosity tugging her forward, and her breath caught. There, glistening in the light of the glowstones, his manhood rose, thick and imperial.
There in the dim glowstone light, were not one but two black cocks, sleek and thick, crowned with beads of golden pre-cum that shimmered like molten metal. Her pulse spiked, a jolt of intimidation warring with a flicker of fascination. They were beautiful, in a raw, monstrous way, and the sight sent a fresh wave of heat curling through her.
He shifted, hesitating, his voice low and rough. “My kind… we’re one of the few monsters with twin cocks. And this—” He gestured faintly, almost sheepish. This isn’t even my true form.”
She swallowed hard, her throat dry, but her eyes didn’t waver from him. The size, the strangeness—it should’ve daunted her more, but beneath the nerves, a quiet resolve settled in. She nodded, slow and sure. “We can make it work.”
His purr deepened, a sound of relief and agreement, and his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. “We will,” he promised, the words a vow as much as a reassurance, and she felt the weight of his trust settle over her like a second skin. They’d find their way—together.
Sora’s breath came in shallow bursts as she watched him, her gaze locked on the slow, deliberate way he moved. His hands guided his twin cocks, rubbing it against her slick folds, and she felt the heat of him—scorching and alive—mixing with her own silver wetness. His gold pre-cum glistened as it coated her, a shimmering thread binding them, while her own slick painted him in return.
The sight was intoxicating, raw and wild, sending a shiver racing up her spine.
“Easy, my treasure,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble of comfort, laced with praise that sank into her bones. “I’ll only take you with one for now—just one. You take the other.” His crimson eyes flicked up to meet hers, steady and sure. “Grip it, control me. How deep, how fast—you decide.”
The words lit a spark in her chest, heat blooming low and fierce. If she’d thought she couldn’t want him more, she’d been wrong. The idea of holding that power, of guiding him while he filled her, made her pulse throb harder. She licked her lips, nodding faintly, too caught in the moment for words.
He dragged the length of his lower cock along her folds again, teasing her with its heat, and then the tip notched at her entrance, a gentle pressure that made her gasp. “Grip me,” he instructed, voice rough with need but soft with care.
She moved her hands, trembling only slightly as she wrapped them around his top cock. It was hard beneath her fingers, the scales smooth yet textured, like polished stone wrapped in silk. Their mingled juices coated her palms—his gold, her silver—making it slick and warm. She marveled at the feel of him, firm and pulsing, yet yielding under her touch. A quiet thrill coursed through her, knowing she held him like this, that he’d given her this.
Testing him, she pushed her hands forward, just a slight shift, and he matched her instantly. The tip of his lower cock pressed inside, stretching her with a slow, delicious burn. Her eyes fluttered shut, a hiss of pleasure slipping past her lips as the sensation rippled through her. It was exquisite—full and foreign and perfect—and she felt him pause, waiting for her lead. Her grip tightened on his top cock, guiding him deeper, and the world narrowed to the heat of their connection, her body singing with every inch they claimed together.
Sora sank deeper into the bed, the lush pillows and blankets cradling her like a throne of velvet and fur. Her silver-scaled skin brushed against the softness, a stark contrast to the hard, unyielding heat of the dragon man above her—half-formed, a breathtaking clash of power and beauty. His lush ruby scales glinted in the candlelight, catching the curve of his black horns, sharp and proud. The ruby scales across his chest shimmered gold as he breathed, black wings half-unfurled behind him, casting shadows that danced on the walls. And his cock—one buried inside her, the other gripped tight in her hands—gave her control in a way that made her head spin.
She held him, guided him, this alpha dragon king bending to her will, and the thrill of it thrummed through her like a second pulse.
He was hers— all of him.
Every scale, every growl, every flicker of those crimson eyes. In this strange, wild world where the Moon Goddess had woven her fate, she’d landed here—sprawled beneath him, his strength railing into her with a rhythm she set. The stretch of him inside her was exquisite, a deep, pulsing fullness that made her toes curl. At the same time, she ran her hands along his top cock, slick with their mingled heat. The power of his restraint—leashed for her, trembling in his frame—matched the allure of his forms: the rugged charm of his human guise, the raw majesty of this dragoon form, the untamed terror of his full dragon self.
She wanted all of it—all of him.
“What are you looking at?” His voice broke through her haze, curious but edged with a flicker of worry. “What’s in that head of yours?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, her hands quickened on his top cock, pushing him deeper, faster. Her hips tilted to meet him, and a sharp groan rumbled from his throat, his lower cock matching her pace with swift, fluid thrusts. The heat coiled tighter, pleasure spiking through her core.
“I think I’m dreaming,” she breathed, the words spilling out as her eyes locked with his. “All of this—everything that’s happened—it’s some coma-state dream. It can’t be real.”
A growl tore from him, fierce and commanding, his wings twitching behind him. “Pick up the pace,” he demanded, voice rough with intent. “I’ll show you it’s no dream. I’ll give you so much pleasure you’ll see stars ‘til you black out—and when you wake, it’ll be in my arms. And then, we’ll ride the rest of your heat—together.”
Her lips curved, a spark of defiance flaring in her chest. “Prove it,” she challenged, moving her hands faster, guiding him deeper, lengthening each stroke. He kept up effortlessly, matching her thrust for thrust, his ruby scales glinting with every move. The blankets compressed beneath them, pillows tumbling as the rhythm built—wild, unrelenting, a collision of need and power. Her breath hitched, pleasure cresting higher, sharper, and she felt the edge rushing toward her, daring him to push her over it.
Sora’s moans spilled from her lips, raw and unrestrained, mingling with his grunts and growls—each thrust a symphony of sound that echoed in the room. The bed of pillows and blankets cradled her, soft against her silver scales, while he drove into her, his ruby-scaled dragoon form a vision of power above.
Her stomach tightened with every push, a subtle bulge forming beneath her skin, but there was no pain—just a flood of pleasure and a fullness that made her feel whole in a way she’d never known.
It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough.
She needed more.
Then she felt it—the base of his lower cock thickening, swelling as he moved. It pressed against her entrance, making it harder to take him fully, and she gasped at the resistance. He slowed, his crimson eyes locking with hers, a sheen of sweat glistening on his golden shimmering ruby-scaled chest.
“It’s my knot,” he rasped, voice strained with need. “It’ll seal us together—lock me in as I pump you full of my seed. We’ll pass out like this, tied as one.”
The words sent a jolt through her, and she felt that knot teasing her entrance, thick and unyielding. Every time it brushed her clit, pressing against it with delicious pressure, the sensation was exquisite—sharp and electric, spiraling her higher.
She kept going, drawing her hands faster along his top cock, guiding him as her hips rocked to meet him. Pleasure crested, shattering through her like a wave, and her bones turned to jelly. Her grip faltered, slipping on his slick scales, and she muttered, breathless, “Don’t stop…”
He didn’t.
A purr rumbled from his chest as he listened, thrusting harder, pressing that knot against her entrance while his other cock ground along her folds. The textured hardness dragged over her clit, rough yet perfect, and she spiraled again, her moans pitching higher. “I’ll keep my promise.” A rumble built in his chest, low and possessive. “I’ll mate you ‘til you can’t take any more—keep you coming ‘til you see stars—and then some. Until your heat is no more.”
Her body obeyed him, trembling through wave after wave, each one blurring into the next. Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, he pushed his knot past her entrance. It stretched her wide, a sharp, sweet burn, and he paused, roaring loud enough to shake the walls.
Liquid gold magma erupted from his top cock, spraying across her body—hot, molten, drenching her silver scales—over and over, worth each thrust. Inside, she felt the rush of his cum, thick and searing, filling her to the brim.
She moaned, hands sliding through the golden heat coating her chest, rubbing it over her breasts as it marked her, claimed her. His essence bathed her, inside and out, and with every slow rock of his hips, another jet pulsed—within her, over her—until her vision sparked with stars. The pleasure was relentless, a tidal wave she couldn’t escape, and she didn’t want to.
As the edges of her world darkened, his arms wrapped around her, strong and steady. “My treasure,” he murmured, praise soft against her ear. “So perfect, so mine .”
He rolled them to their sides, tucking her close against his chest, his knot still binding them. A black wing draped over her, warm and protective, and she sank into the safety of him, the stars fading to black as she slipped away, held tight in his embrace.