Page 100 of Fated in A Time of War

She arches. Her thighs spread for me, welcoming. I’m so large compared to her, so heavy and different—thick red scales, dense muscle, clawed fingers that could rend armor. And yet… she invites me in like I’m nothing but beloved.

I groan low, rolling my hips forward, letting the weight of my cock drag along her slick heat. She shivers beneath me.

“Krall…” she breathes, her voice like wind through chimes.

“Say it again,” I growl, pressing my lips to her neck.

“Krall,” she repeats, fingers tangling in the short, dark hair at the base of my skull.

I drag my tongue along her collarbone, tasting sweat, salt, her. My ridged cock pulses against her entrance, thick and aching. She’s ready. Gods, she’s so ready, and I can smell it—feel it in the way her body arches, how her hips lift in silent permission.

Still, I hesitate.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper, my voice raw with restraint.

“You won’t,” she says, eyes locked to mine. “I trust you.”

I nod once and press forward.

The heat of her wraps around me inch by inch, and I fight not to shake. She’s so tight, her pussy clenching already, and I can feel every flutter of muscle as she stretches around my cock. My claws dig into the tile again, anchoring me while I ease my way inside her.

“Fuck,” she gasps, arms around my neck. “You’re… so deep.”

“Too much?” I ask, panting.

She shakes her head, eyes fluttering. “No.Perfect.”

I rock my hips slowly, testing, adjusting, watching every flicker of her expression. Her lips part. Her breath stutters. Her nails scrape my scales, and I feel her body open for me fully, greedily.

Then I move.

Slow at first—each thrust a prayer. She moans with each one, hips rising to meet mine. The wet sounds of our joining echo beneath the stars. My cock slides into her pussy over and over, and I feel her body start to tremble, tension coiling in her belly.

“You feel… gods, Alyssa, you feel like fire.”

“And you…” She gasps as I thrust harder. “You fill me like no one ever could.”

I growl, leaning in to bite gently at her shoulder. “Because you weremeantfor me.”

Her legs lock around my waist, heels pressing against the thick scales of my lower back. Her pussy clenches tight around my cock, pulling me deeper. Her moans grow louder, more frantic, and I know she’s close.

“Don’t stop,” she pants. “Please, Krall, don’t stop?—”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Her orgasm rips through her like lightning, and she screams my name, voice cracking on the last syllable. Her body jerks beneath me, her pussy spasming around my cock as I thrust once, twice more, and then I lose control.

My climax hits like a quake. I roar against her neck, spilling deep inside her, heat pulsing in thick bursts as I bury myself to the hilt. My muscles shake with the force of it, and all I can do is hold her.

For a long while, neither of us moves.

Her breathing evens out beneath me, chest rising and falling against mine. My arms wrap around her, tucking her close, my face buried in her hair. She smells like moonlight and mercy. Like something I thought I’d never deserve.

“I love you,” I murmur, my voice barely audible above the night breeze.

She stirs in my arms. “I love you more than this world,” she whispers back.

And in that moment, beneath the alien stars, beneath gods that have long since stopped listening, I believe her.