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D arax slides his thick digit between my folds, groaning my name against the skin on my neck as I pulse over him, flooding his finger and arching my back against the warm metal of the ship.

He circles my clit, making me see stars and my core go into overdrive.

“These need to go,” he growls, plucking at my trousers.

The thrill of being caught, of being seen, sends my adrenaline spiking.

Darax divests me of my lower garments, spiriting away my knickers, maybe never to be seen again, before he drops to his knees, pushing me higher up against the ship, planting my feet on his shoulders and spreading my thighs wide with his huge clawed hands.

“My mate needs to be pleasured.” Darax grins up at me before dropping his head between my legs and using his incredible forked tongue to send me instantly into the stratosphere. “Pleasured before she is mated.”

I grab hold of his head, or anything I can get my hands on, which turns out to be his wings which have put in an appearance.

He moans something incomprehensible against my pussy as he doubles down on his efforts.

It only makes me grip harder, my teeth gritted as I attempt not to make a sound which will attract the attention of anyone else.

But as his tongue works at me, his lips sucking down all my fluids, I can’t help myself as the first climax hits.

I’m squeezing at nothing, pulsing, needy and desperate as his name forces its way from between my lips.

“Nev, little snack, you will make me spill my seed before I am inside you.” Darak licks his fingers clean before he pumps some pre-cum onto them, lifting them to my mouth. “And I need to be inside you, so eat.”

I do as he bids, my tongue swiping over the tip of his fingers to find a sweet salty taste which is almost reminiscent of salted caramel with a hint of spice.

Instantly my body is on fire. I want more and suck at him desperately.

It’s like I’ve been pounded in the back, another orgasm flowing through me with a violence which steals my breath.

It’s a breath I get back as Darax’s mouth encompasses mine. I taste myself on him.

“Relax, my sweet snack,” he murmurs, gently turning me to face the side of the craft.

I’m dimly aware of his form, larger than ever behind me as he kicks my legs apart and something huge presses at my entrance.

A great hand encompasses my middle, taking all the weight from my hands.

My pussy is soaking, and as his tip breaches me with a stretch only just the right side of pleasure over pain. It’s as if he is somehow bigger than he has been before.

“I will not hook you this time, my mate. Not while there are warriors present. Next time, however, you will take my hook until your womb is swollen to bursting with my seed,” he growls.

My core convulses, and Darax slides deep, calling out my name over and over.

The nodes on his cock are also swollen, and they scrap over my channel walls, sending me to new heights.

He withdraws, slowly, almost painfully before thrusting back inside with a roar.

I try to breathe, I try to stay in the moment, but this huge dragon, this massive Sarkarnii, is taking all of me, every single inch and turning me into something which is entirely, entirely his.

With every movement, he’s sending me spiraling higher and higher, chasing the orgasm which I want so badly with his cock in my pussy. It’s as if I want him to hook me, as if I want to get pregnant by him.

When it catches me, I lose control. I know I scream his name, I know I do.

I know his warriors are close and the chances are they’ll come running, but my orgasm and my body don’t care.

It forces the air out of me as I convulse over Darax, and in return, he roars out his climax, flooding my body with hot cum.

Without his hook, the amount is tremendous, and I feel it flowing out of me as he continues to thrust irregularly into me.

My breath is hot on his scales. I am dimly aware of pounding feet, of shouts which are not ours. Of Darax snarling like a wild beast.

When my vision returns, I’m enclosed by a large iridescent body. It is heaving with exertion like mine.

“Can a Sarkarnii not mate with his heartsfire without interruption?” Darax growls over his shoulder at the group of warriors. “Leave, or you will discover what happens to warriors who watch .”

“Apologies, Lord Darax.”

All of them tap their fists over their hearts, and I briefly see them turn to leave when I get a kiss behind my ear, drawing my attention back to my big beast.

“What did I say?”

“If we don’t bring my warriors running, we’re not doing it right?”

I drop my head back against the metal of the ship and laugh. “You know that’s not what I said.”

Darax grins down at me. Not his wicked half smile but a genuine one which is filled with delight and mischief. It lights up his face in a way I’ve not seen before. He is relaxed and happy.

“I do know you’re going to need cleaning up before we go anywhere.”

“Cleaning up?”

He withdraws from me slowly, causing an absolute torrent to spill out.

“Oh!” I shudder with pleasure.

“I will breed you again, properly, little snack, when we have more time and less warriors to interrupt,” Darax says as he descends over my body, one hand pinning me in place, while the other swipes through my folds and he licks it clean.

It looks like this session is not over yet.