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QUEEN ELOWEN

T he air was thick with heat, the kind that clung to my skin and made every breath feel like swallowing fire. I felt precipitation covering my flesh, and it had nothing to do with the flames in the fire seeming to grow higher and hotter the closer I moved toward the massive bed.

The veins of molten lava cast an eerie amber glow over the room. The fire pit in the center roared when we got to the bed, its flames licking hungrily at the air.

Draxus had carried me out of the bathing chamber and dried me until my skin was sensitive and pink, heated and… ready.

I stood by his massive bed, feeling impossibly small next to him, the stone floor warm from the lava that flowed underneath. Draxus loomed before me, his massive frame towering over my human body, his nostrils flaring as he no doubt scented my wet pussy getting even more drenched.

His scales glistened in the firelight, each one dark with an iridescent bluish-black hue to them. And his eyes—they burned as he stared at me. They were the eyes of a predator. One who knew where his prey was and what he'd do to it.

Draxus took a step closer, crowding me as he leaned in and dragged that forked tongue over my lips. I shivered at how good it felt. The contact was surprisingly soft despite the sharpness of his teeth and his sheer size.

But he was careful with me, his movements deliberate yet tender, as if he knew his entire body could crush me without a second thought. And when his tongue flicked out, teasing my lower lip before sliding into my mouth, I opened and relaxed, letting him do what he wanted.

The kiss was slow as he claimed me without urgency, and his breath was hot against my skin, as hot as the lava that flowed all around us. I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, my fingers scraping against his scales that were like polished stone under my touch.

When he pulled away, his eyes burned with a hunger that made my stomach flutter. He took a step back, his hand trailing down my body until it rested between my legs, until he was cupping me with that huge paw of his. I gasped as the heat of his touch sent a jolt through me.

“I need…” I didn't know how to say it, how to voice what I wanted.

“I know what you need, my queen.” He gripped me easily and set me on the bed, using his body to push me back until I was under him. He positioned himself over me, his massive frame casting a shadow over my body. My eyes widened as he shifted, and I looked down to actually see his beastly cock.

It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Thick and ridged now that it was fully extended and hard, the length was long and shimmered faintly in that same blackish-blue iridescent hue.

You see how hard and long it is for you?” he growled. “It will only ever get like this for you, sweet Elowen.”

I gasped as I watched the length retract, disappearing into his body in some kind of protective sheath. And when he came out once more, glowing fiery colored semen covered the tip.

“All for you.” He gripped the base, and I saw veins of glowing lava light tracing its length, shining brighter with every stroke of his four-fingered, clawed hand over it.

When he let go, it retracted slightly, the tip disappearing into its sheath before sliding back out, the motion slow and deliberate, as if his arousal were too much to contain. God, why does the sight of that turn me on so much?

My breath caught in my throat as I watched, mesmerized by the way his cock pulsed with heat and power.

“Do you see what you do to me, Elowen?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You make me burn.” He bared those sharp teeth and ordered, “Touch me.”

I couldn’t look away, my fingers trembling as I reached out to touch him. The heat of his cock was nearly unbearable, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the ridges and the veins of lava beneath his skin growing harder and hotter because of my touch.

He groaned, the sound deep and primal, and I felt a thrill of power knowing I could evoke such a response from this beast.

His cock wasn’t like a human male’s in many ways. There was no defined head, but very defined balls beneath the shaft. It was a long tubular shaft with circular ridges lining the girth, and those fissures of glowing lava-like light coming through.

His tongue returned to my lips, the licking gentler this time, though no less demanding. He was careful with his teeth, his tongue exploring my mouth with a controlled ferocity.

I clung to him, my body arching into his, my breasts rubbing along his scales and making my pussy leak. It seemed impossible, but God, I was drenched. His erection was thick and long and so very hot. His arousal seared into my skin.

When he pulled back, my gaze immediately went to his cock again. His length was unlike anything I’d ever seen—thick, massive, and ridged with veins of molten light that I swore pulsed with every beat of my heart.

He was impossibly large. Far larger than I even thought would fit comfortably. I knew his girth would stretch me to the point of pain, but I wanted that discomfort.

The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, and that searing intensity made my skin tingle and my blood boil. As I watched, his cock retracted slightly, the tip disappearing into its sheath before sliding back out. The motion was slow and deliberate, like Draxus wanted me to see how his body was made.

Each time it emerged, the length seemed even larger, the ridges now more pronounced, the veins of amber light glowing brighter.

My breath hitched as I noticed the tip was slick with glowing pre-cum, a pearly bead of it glistening in the firelight. It oozed slowly, a testament to his arousal, and I felt a strange mix of awe and desire.

This beast, this monster, was now my king. I was his queen, and he was going to claim my virginity in what would no doubt be a brutal manner.

The sight of his dick leaking was intoxicating, a visceral reminder of just how much he wanted me. I reached out of my own accord, my fingers trembling as I brushed against the slickness. His semen was hot to the touch, and I knew when it was inside of me that it would feel incredible.

He groaned , the sound deep and primal. I couldn’t help but gasp as I felt how impossibly thick and heavy he was in my hand and how slick and unusual his dick felt and looked.

“Do you see what you do to me, Elowen?” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You make me burn. You make me ache.”

The sheer size and power of Draxus was overwhelming. His cock twitched in my hand and throbbed as another thick bead of glowing, hot pre-cum welled up at the tip. I felt a thrill of desire course through me.

His burning, predatory gaze was fixed on me with an intensity that made my body weak with need.

“Elowen,” he rumbled. “You chose me .”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I nodded. “I did,” I whispered, my voice trembling. God help me and what may come, but I picked Draxus, and I didn’t regret it. Life inside of these burning wells wasn't nearly as terrifying as the life I lived outside of them.

The heat radiating from his body was suffocating, but it wasn’t just the warmth of the room—it was him . His presence was overwhelming, primal, and it stirred something deep inside me. Something I hadn’t known existed.

“Do you know what you do to me, my little queen?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Do you know how much I want you?”

I nodded, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want you, too.” And I meant every word.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing against my neck. His tongue flicked out, tasting my skin, and I shuddered at the sensation. His teeth grazed my collarbone, and I moaned, my body arching into his touch. When he broke the skin, I gasped. I wanted more, loved the pain and pleasure that came from it.

When he trailed kisses down my chest, I looked at the marks he left, at the way he dragged that forked tongue over the wounds and lapped up the blood. I gasped at how arousing that looked. My core spasmed with need, my cream dripping from between my folds.

His enormous hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of me.

With his glowing eyes locked on mine, he grabbed his cock and notched the tip at my opening. There was no soft penetration. He thrust into me swiftly, the heat of him overwhelming as he stretched my pussy to its limit,the ridges of his length expanding and contracting, wanting friction against my cunt walls.

I cried out, my nails digging into his scales, his biceps massive as I held on. Draxus paused when he was fully inside of me, giving me a moment to adjust, his gaze always locked with mine.

“You’re mine, Elowen,” he growled, his voice low and guttural as he slid out and pushed back inside. He pulled out again, gripped the base of his cock, and I felt my eyes widen as spurts of glowing semen spurted out of the tip and splashed onto my pussy.

The fluid was hot to the touch, but not painfully so. He jerked himself off over me, spraying more of that glowing cum on my pussy until I was soaked in it. And then he notched the head back at my opening and thrusted in hard and deep.

Draxus began to move, his hips rolling with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hands gouged into the bed on either side of my head, his claws tearing up the material. The heat of him was everywhere–on me, covering me, inside me… consuming me.

I moaned, my body arching into his as he thrust deeper, his scales smooth like the softest fabric against my bared breasts. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through me, and I clung to my demon lizard king. His barbed tail slammed against the bed behind him with a whack, whack, whack, the barbed end destroying the mattress.

His claws suddenly gripped my hips, digging into my flesh, breaking the skin but causing this incredible pleasure to fill me. He kept me in place as he drove into me, his size and strength overwhelming.

The heat was unbearable inside of me as he spurted his cum deep in my pussy and womb. And I wanted more. I wanted all of him. My body trembled, my hips rolling to meet his, as if my body had a mind of its own. I was no longer in control.

He groaned, the sound sending a primal thrill through me. My demon king leaned down, his tongue capturing mine in another searing kiss, claiming me as completely.

“Draxus,” I moaned, his name spilling from me on a tremble as I surrendered… submitted.

He growled, leaned back, stared down at where he was lodged deep within me, and slammed his hips into mine with increasing force. The bed shook, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. I heard myself crying out, begging for more, and I could feel the heat of this monster burning me from the inside out.

My pleasure coiled tighter until I knew I’d break.

“Elowen,” he gritted, his voice rough, unnatural, and filled with beastly desire. “My queen.”

He roared as he thrust into me one last time, his body shuddering as he came, spilling that liquid fire inside of me until I screamed and felt it touch every part of me.

The sounds coming from him were barbaric, a savage chorus of dominance and pleasure over my submission.

He collapsed forward but kept his weight off me with his clawed hands on either side of my head once more. His massive frame dwarfed mine. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath, his glowing eyes seeming almost… soft and gentle, although it seemed to go against his very DNA.

My body still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, and I clung to him. After long seconds, Draxus pulled back and gently brushed the hair from my face, the sound now leaving him reminiscent of a purr.

“ Mine ,” he growled, his voice low and possessive.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “I am yours. And you are mine.”

“And I will never let you go.”

And in that moment, without thinking about anything else, I didn’t want him to.