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M y swimming costume disappears with a snap of his claws, Darax’s cock pressing at my entrance.

I’m already tingling with a familiar feeling, one his cum gave me before.

Maybe because I’m surrounded by it. He moves us swiftly to the edge of the pool, lifting me onto the edge before sliding deep inside me in a single smooth movement.

My bite hasn’t even broken the surface, despite his claim he is vulnerable, but the color of his eyes has changed to a deeper, darker flame.

His hand is curled beneath me, cradling my body against his. He looks down to where he has penetrated me and releases a soft, low moan.

“Look at you, stretched around my cock, little mate,” he murmurs. “I am buried in you. Let me prove what a good mate I can be.”

He withdraws and slams home, his cock feeling completely new and, if anything, maybe larger than before. The nodes scrape over my channel with an intensity I don’t remember.

Darax is new but not new. He is, if it can be possible, better.

His hips rock as he thrusts, my body easily held by him, my legs wrapped around his silky waist, my arms around his neck, hands tangling in his hair as he remains sheathed in me. My body completely belongs to him.

With every movement, he sends me soaring. I am full of Darax. So completely full, and yet with every thrust, I’m flooding him more than the entire aquium around us, creating the perfect conditions for him to go even deeper, to bring me ever closer to my climax.

Something slides under my butt, something as soft as the rest of him but with a cold hardness which can only come from bone. It presses at my back entrance, probing, making me gasp out loud.

“Darax!”

“I want all of you, little mate,” he murmurs in my ear. “All your holes belong to me.”

“I haven’t…ever…in there. I’m so full,” I groan

“Breathe, my sweet mate,” Darax says. “Your body can take so much more.”

“How…” The thick, slick appendage breaches my tight ring, causing everything to shut down.

“I know because I was taught how to pleasure a female from the day I came of age, little mate. I know what a female can take, and I want to give you it all. So, don’t hold back. Hold on.”

Unable to stop it as his tail goes deeper into my dark channel, stretching me to the absolute limit, my orgasm crashes through me. I’m no longer in control, no longer able to hold on to anything.

I am entirely at Darax’s mercy. He has all of me, all of me, his forked tongue lapping over my skin, tweaking my nipples as I pulse over his cock, wetting both of us even more, giving myself entirely to him, attempting to pull him deeper inside me.

Darax groans, his thrusts irregular as, with a final roar, he goes deeper than ever.

There’s a pinch, a brief moment of pain before I’m coming again, my vision gone with his eruption, hot and plentiful.

My stomach aches with being filled by him, my body swelling incredibly, beautifully, with the minimum of pain because his cum does something to me.

“Ripe for me, little mate,” Darax breathes, his huge hand covering my stomach where it has swelled and is indeed still swelling. “Taking my seed so well.” He buries his head in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply.

Not only is Darax unconcerned about any pregnancy, he is actively seeking it from me. Whether that is possible—after all, he turns into a dragon —I don’t know.

But if we continue like this, I guess we’re going to find out.

“Now we know compatible females can survive in this galaxy, all the warlords will be looking for your friends,” Darax says, voice filled with sleep.

Clutching me to him, as he remains buried deep inside, he heaves himself out of the pool and over to a stone with a large depression, where he curls around me. The stone is warm and surprisingly comfortable.

“So, they’re going to come for Rosalie and the others?”

“They won’t dare enter my sector without permission. It’s a law Dalox enforces with extreme prejudice,” Darax says, his eyes closed as he pushes his nose against my skin again. “It might make some of the nevvers pay more attention to what’s going on in the galaxy, like I do.”

“You do?”

“My sector, outside of Vorostor, has the largest proportion of habitable planets. My clan spends much time and energy protecting them and collecting our dues for doing so.”

I huff out an annoyed breath. “Yeah, I know you take in return for protection.”

“They asked us for it when we first arrived. Our food replicators were damaged by the wormhole. We were sick, our females dead. We were willing to do anything to survive,” Darax says, his words slightly slurred. “They expect our protection now.”

He lifts his head to look me in the eye. His are half-lidded and there is an easy smile on his face.

“We are the warlords because we make war, but only if that war comes to us.”