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Then I was jerking him down to me with another aggressive flare of my angelic strength to overwhelm his dragon might, and then our mouths were clashing.

It was brutal and merciless, the kiss wild and completely untamed, lips smacking, tongues swirling and teeth even gnashing.

I tunneled my fingers in his hair, fisting and pulling.

Groans from him evolved to throaty growls as I grasped his ass through his leather pants, moving his mammoth, muscular body that was dwarfing me as he caged me in, grinding him against my pussy, rough, hard, with a whole lot of urgency.

“Goddess,” he rasped.

I wanted him to let go, to feed me this raw pain and struggle that was breaking him into pieces. I could feel it calling to me.

I could feel him calling to me.

Sinking so deep under my skin, rolling through my bones, and seeping ever deeper into my heart.

I saw his talons drop, a moment before he was slashing through my pants, then slicing my panties from my body, too.

“Ah… God,” I cried out as he ground his leather clad cock through my folds, the feeling out of this world, my wetness soaking the leather in moments.

I grasped his jaw, stilling him.

“Unleash. On. Me.”

With a flick of my magic, I had his pants and boxers off, and I moaned out at the sensation of finally feeling him skin-to-skin all over.

And then he shifted on me, essentially holding my legs down with his knees, before he then scraped his razor-sharp talons over my collarbone, down over my breasts, and all the way along my stomach.

“Motherfucker,” he groaned, as he drew blood, realizing I’d made myself vulnerable for him, that I’d allowed him to make my bleed, instead of keeping my skin in its usual impenetrable state.

I cried out in rapture and bucked as he dug deep, drawing blood all the way down.

Letting go.

Letting himself loose all over me.

His tongue followed the trail of blood, slicking all over and making me undulate beneath him as he tasted me.

As he took his fill and drank me down.

“Fuck, Ariana. You’re loving this. I can feel you dripping all over my cock,” he panted, as he came up for air. “Right on the edge already, aren’t you, gorgeous?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He coated two fingers in my blood, then thrust them deep inside me.

A scream tore from my throat at the glorious brutality and depravity of using my own blood as lube.

He shifted, lifting off my legs, then he wrenched one of my thighs open with his free hand, before dipping down and lashing his tongue over my clit.

I was shuddering in moments, and as he pounded into me viciously with his thick, long fingers, all I could hear were my screams and his unhinged snarls.

He angled his fingers and hit my sweet spot dead on, making me lurch up and claw at his hair.

When he twisted them and started curling and scraping, I lost it, and went off like a rocket, bliss wracking my body, and I came all over his face.

He licked up every drop of me.

With all of the intensity, instead of it satiating me, it spurred me on, and then I was shoving him off me with a burst of strength.

As he staggered back off the bed, I launched myself at him.

He snagged me around the waist, then spun us, slamming me against a dresser.

It decimated under the impact, even taking a chunk out of the wall in the process.

He went to descend on me, but I had him jolting and pulling up short as I quickly invoked my magic.

I smiled as I watched him take in the room now covered in a shimmering silver film.

“You don’t have to hold back at all now. I’ve protected the furniture and the structural integrity of the room. And soundproofed it.” No chance of any students or faculty being alerted to what was happening.

I dug my nails into his biceps, then shoved into him, forcing him across the room with my strength and running him into an adjacent wall.

He grunted under the impact, the room shuddering with it, but not breaking.

As I slammed him into it painfully over and over again, his eyes rolled back in his head in primal lust, his need to have it this way, with no-holds-barred brutality bleeding from him.

I rose up on him, digging my nails into his shoulders, my Celestial strength breaching his dragon-borne flesh and drawing blood. He hissed and grinned devilishly.

That hiss became a roar tearing from his throat as I slammed myself down onto his big, ribbed cock, taking him all the way in one fierce motion.

“Fuck… me,” he panted as I started to ride him the way I knew he liked.

Hard.

Rough.

Ruthless.

Fucking violent beyond all measure.

His fingers dug into my ass as we moved wildly together.

He leaned in and bit and licked at my breasts, my shoulder, my throat, and jaw.

I was screaming and pulling at his hair.

Then he suddenly wrenched me down, keeping me still on his cock, just before I felt his hot cum spill inside me.

In the next second, he wrenched me off his cock and put me down on the ground and I watched him stare in rapture at his cum leaking down the insides of my thighs.

His gaze trailed all over the blood, scrapes, and bites he’d left over my body.

“Mmm… look at my marks all over you. Fucking taking you as mine, claiming you.”

He snagged my hip and shoved me tightly against him.

Fisting my hair, he used the hold to force my gaze to his, his blazing eyes fixed on mine, as he reached down with his free hand and gathered his cum on his fingers.

Then he had me moaning and trembling as he brought the stickiness around to my asshole. He trailed it around and around my hole, over and over, dipping inside only slightly, until I was whimpering at the teasing and the electrifying sensations he was eliciting.

“Look at you shuddering in my arms, so needy, so desperate for more, for me.”

He thrust two fingers deep inside my ass, making me lurch into him and scream out.

“More!” I cried, the burn of it and the erotic promise clashing in such a head-spinning way, it had me pushing back roughly instantly.

“That’s my woman. Fuck me.” He kissed me roughly, and then he startled me as he took me down to the floor on my stomach.

He wrestled me beneath him, wrapped his arm around my throat and wrenched it back, holding me at his mercy and making me splutter from the restriction, just a second before he slammed his big, thick cock inside my ass.

“Fucking shit!” I cried, lurching up, only to be stopped by his weight on me.

He angled me so I was looking at him over my shoulder.

“Mmm… you’re opening so well for me. Look at you, letting me ream this gorgeous ass, and clenching down around me, begging for more.” His eyes flamed. “Begging for the animal.”

I dug my nails into the floor as I felt every part of his ribbed cock scraping against my walls, as it plowed onward, making me squirm and pant in rapidly building desperation.

“More… more,” I found myself uttering. “Vorzyr.”

“Motherfucker.” He bottomed out, making me yell out into the room as pleasure and pain clashed. “Ungh… yeah… what a perfect little ass.”

His eyes flashed, and then he pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, earning an explosive curse from me.

He didn’t stop then, instead, picking up his pace and ramming into me over and over like a fucking beast. “My goddess… taking me so well. Taking the fucking dragon.”

My mind was a storm. My body set aflame. And still, I gave him more.

He grasped my pussy in a rough grip as he jack hammered into me. His fingers were a vibrating force of motion, utterly merciless, and I was fucking riding his hand and his cock, unable to help myself, getting so lost to it, in a way that had me utterly out of my mind.

“Come into my hand, gorgeous. I want your sweetness drenching me as I fuck you through orgasm after orgasm, until all you can feel is me. Until you’re both begging me to stop and for more. Until your body and mind are ruled by me and only me.”

God.

Those words lit me up, and then I lost it, ecstasy tearing through me.

He rubbed my cum all over my pussy and up my stomach.

“The way you’re clenching this sweet ass around my cock… ungh… hell, Ariana.”

And then he yelled out into the room as he came, filling me deep.

“Yeah. How does that feel having my hot cum deep inside?” He grasped my jaw as I tried to reconcile the sensation of his warm stickiness coating my hole.

“Fuck me, you can’t get enough of me.” His eyes rolled back in his head. “Mmm… work that sexy ass.”

In the next second, he pulled out, making me grunt.

As I trembled at the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of me, he flipped me over. “No. This is a marking. Keep it deep inside for me.” He stuffed two fingers inside, forcing it back in.

He shoved my thighs up, then his whole weight bore down on me then, so I was flat to the floor, sending a hot thrill through me.

And then he slammed back inside, making me shriek as he bottomed out, then began driving into me like an animal unleashed.

It was brutal, merciless and absolutely overwhelming.

I was already soaking again in moments.

I slammed my fists down onto the floor, over and over, struggling to manage the intensity.

He grasped my throat, forcing me to look into his eyes that were beautifully unhinged as he let the animal out, just like he’d so badly needed to do.

“That’s right. Look at me, my goddess. I want this engraved in your memory. I want you to remember every moment of me fucking you. Of you taking me as only you can.” I watched his talons drop, and then I was jolting as he slashed them across my chest.

I screamed as he raked them through my flesh, tearing, marking, and bleeding me.

Deeper and harsher than before.

A violent wave of bliss broke me apart from the inside out, just before I came all over.

I didn’t get the chance to come down from it before his tongue glided over the wounds he’d inflicted, healing them bit by bit in an all-consuming erotic way that sent sparks of powerful pleasure through me.

His big, ribbed cock pounding into me.

His healing, sensual tongue.

The agony of the wounds themselves.