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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.
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