Adult Excerpt
Highland Heart

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Artúr moaned and shifted under the thick blanket. He was having the most amazing dream, but somehow he knew he was waking up from it. He didn’t want it to end. Warm moisture surrounded his cock as suction slowly built, sending his body into a whirlwind of pleasure that he hoped never to recover from.

Shivers coursing throughout Artúr’s body as tingles of sheer delight spread across his skin from the warmth of Dainéal’s body. His legs fell to the side as his head rolled back. This was too much. Dainéal’s tongue was teasing his cock as the dragon lapped at his shaft, running his tongue along the length.

“Shit!” Artúr shouted when Dainéal began to hum around his dick. The vibrations were felt all the way to his toes. Dainéal’s unnaturally long tongue flickered over the very tip of Artúr’s cock, his lips creating a vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making him come.

Dainéal murmured Artúr’s name around his cock, sending Artúr into a wild frenzy of lust. He began to fuck Dainéal’s mouth in earnest, watching as the head of his cock slid down the dragon’s throat over and over again. Artúr’s legs shook, his body stiffening as his orgasm drew ever closer.

Was it too early to come?

His back arched, and he cried out when Dainéal slid his fingers into Artúr’s ass, making his cum erupt in spurts of white ribbons. Artúr’s head rolled back, his mouth hanging open as his orgasm took over. He was powerless and mindless right now as the feeling of lightning shot through his body.

“My turn.”

Artúr blinked, trying to clear his cloudy vision.

His turn?

“Wha—Oh, mother of pearl!” Artúr’s entire body clenched as he was impaled on the glorious studded dick from his dreams, one that inquisitively poked and prodded in all the right places. The arched ridges that encircled the thick shaft scraped along Artúr’s sweet spot with every thrust.

The astonishing length and impressive girth took Artúr’s breath away. It had been way too many years since he had felt something of that size in his ass.

Glancing up, Artúr saw that Dainéal’s vivid blue eyes burned with an intense hunger that took Artúr’s breath away. The dragon was going to eat him alive.

Artúr closed his eyes and pushed back. One hard thrust buried the thick, steel-hard erection into Artúr’s body to the hilt. Artúr could feel his heart struggling to keep up with the demands his arousal was placing on it as Dainéal began to move inside of him.

“I’m going to fuck you until I come in your hot, tight ass,” Dainéal whispered into Artúr’s ear.

“God, yes!” His throbbing cock bobbed gracefully, the cool air sweeping around its heat, teasing Artúr further. He arched his back higher as a breathless moan escaped his lips “So deep…inside. God, Dainéal…I can feel you.”

Dainéal pounded Artúr’s ass harder. Artúr’s body arched into the dragon’s as Dainéal plunged into him over and over again, the small nubs that line the length of Dainéal’s cock caressing him, enticing him, drawing a moan from deep within his soul. Every inch of his body was hypersensitive and greedy for the man’s touch. Artúr couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold Dainéal tight enough. He was desperate, a coil of need tightening inside of him.

Artúr tightened his inner muscles as the ridges that ran from the root of Dainéal's shift up to his bellybutton rubbed along the sensitive sac beneath his cock. There was so much stimulation, Artúr didn’t know how much longer he would last.

“Dainéal…oh my…fuck…Dainéal…” It had been so long since he had felt this level of ecstasy. No one he had been with over the last fifteen years had given Artúr this much pleasure.

Only Dainéal.

And Dainéal was driving him insane with pleasure as it washed over Artúr’s body. His balls drew up tight against his body and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Not when Dainéal was fucking him so thoroughly.

“Artúr!” Dainéal cried, “Can't stop, can't…”

“Do it!” Artúr said when he saw that Dainéal’s canines had dropped down.

When Dainéal bit into Artúr’s shoulder, that was all she wrote. Artúr arched his back and screamed as the pleasure burst inside of him. With a rush of liquid that would have terrified him at any other time, Artúr came, and came hard. Dainéal plunged deep and hard, elongating Artúr’s climax. Never had he come so hard and so exhaustingly. It felt like his seed was being jerked from his soul rather than the tight sac beneath his cock.

Hips sharply pistoned, meeting Artúr's ass with every upward thrust, breaths became short and ragged. With a lick of his long tongue, Dainéal sealed the wound and gave a few more thrusts, then buried himself deep as he came hard.

Artúr’s breath caught again when the Dainéal’s cock, already impossibly hard and huge in his ass, thickened, anchoring the dragon inside of Artúr as he pumped his seed deep within Artúr’s ass.

As he went boneless, Dainéal’s rocking motion slowed before the bigger man finally rolled them to the side, their bodies drenched in sweat. The room smelled strongly of sex and sweet pheromones. Artúr took deep gulps of air, trying to catch his breath. It took a few minutes before his brain began to finally function once more.

Part of him wanted to regret what had just happened, but he couldn’t. Even after all the years apart, when Dainéal touched him, it felt the exact same. The dragon had the ability to rip his heart wide open and make him feel.