Chapter 1: The Phoenix King and Vixen Queen
The sun had dropped to the edge of the world, flooding the royal chambers in burnt gold, glancing off the steel and glass of Drakon’s armor where it lay discarded in a neat pile beside the door. He stood with his hands on his hips, casting a long, battered shadow across the lush carpet, boots sunken into what he suspected was the softest thing his calloused feet had ever touched.
Drakon grunted, squinting at the expanse of lavish bedding and the tall, firelight-lit windows. “So what’s the plan here, Queen? You want me to fuck off to some other room? Or am I on the floor? Wouldn’t be the worst thing—hell, I’ve slept on broken concrete, sand, snow, and one time on the hood of a burning truck during a fucking dust storm. This rug’s a damn paradise in comparison.”
Mirellia just laughed—a real, uninhibited sound, her whole body shaking with it, the strength in her arms and shoulders belying the silk of her nightdress. She padded barefoot over the thick carpet, all sculpted muscle and regal poise, towering a head taller than most men, and flashed him a smile equal parts affection and mischief.
“You’re sleeping with me, you glorious brute,” she said, voice rolling with amusement and promise. “We’re to be wed. The entire world is about to see the spectacle—force, unity, all that. You’d best get used to sharing my bed, Drakon Phoenix.”
He ran a rough hand through his hair, letting out a short, barking laugh. “That’s right. Political theater and all. Just as long as you know—when this circus is over, I want my tribe here. All of ‘em. Don’t give a damn how fancy the show is, the Mojave way’s different. When the waves let up, we do it proper, back home—campfires, good booze, the old songs, and nobody worrying about which fork to use or which goddamn lord to impress. Just family and the folk that matter.”
Mirellia studied him, eyes bright and thoughtful. “I’d like that. I want to see you with your people, not just as the Phoenix King, but as the man your tribe loves and follows. It’s strange—how you walk in both worlds. Ruthless in my court, yet you’d rather share bread with a beggar than a prince. I think… that’s why I’m falling for you.”
He shrugged, voice low and rough as boots on gravel. “Wasteland’s a bastard, Queen. Teaches you quick who’s worth your time. Most kings are born in silk and learn nothing but how to smile while they lie. I was born in dirt, fought for every breath, and if I’ve got a sharp tongue and rough hands, it’s because that’s what kept me alive.” He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. “And speaking of rough hands…”
With the bed creaking under his weight, he yanked her down onto him with a single, practiced motion—her body sprawled out on his, thighs straddling his hips, her nose nearly bumping his. Mirellia let out an undignified squawk, cheeks flushed, then burst into laughter when she felt just how unashamedly handsy he was, one broad palm cupping her ass, fingers digging in with open appreciation.
“Gods above, woman,” Drakon growled, voice rough and hungry, “you’re built like a goddess and feel like a dream. I’d call you dangerous, but that’s half the damn fun.”
She arched an eyebrow, smirking down at him. “That mouth of yours. I should be offended, but instead I’m… well, let’s just say I’m not in the least bit offended. If you’re going to be crude, at least do it with conviction.”
He barked a laugh, the sound reverberating up through her chest, hand slipping beneath the hem of her nightdress to squeeze her thigh and then her ass again, less gentle this time, making her hips roll against him. “Conviction’s all I got, Queen. And a hell of a lot of it. Just don’t get used to me talking pretty. I’ll fuck up your titles and say shit that’d make your council faint.”
Mirellia snorted, threading her fingers through his hair, gripping hard enough to make him grin up at her. “Drakon, I’m not here for courtly words. I’m here for you. All of you. Curses, scars, rough hands, and the damn temper too. I think I might even like the temper.”
He slid his free hand up her spine, voice dropping to a murmur. “Oh, you like the temper, huh? Good. ‘Cause I’m about to show you how much a wasteland king can make a queen squirm.”
She gasped, then moaned—a sound thick and sultry—pressing herself flush against him as she let go of every ounce of royal restraint. Drakon, laughing low and wicked, rolled them so that she lay sprawled beneath him, big hands roaming, lips pressed to the strong curve of her jaw and down to the base of her throat. Her laughter melted into half-muttered curses, matching him word for word, body shivering with the thrill of being handled, claimed, cherished by someone who gave not a damn for proper manners and yet would kill gods to keep her safe.
“I think I could get used to this,” she whispered, voice shaking.
He kissed the hollow of her throat and grinned against her skin. “You better, Queen. Because from here on out, you’re mine—and the wasteland doesn’t know how to let go.”
Mirellia arched into his touch, her last coherent words swallowed by the heat between them and the unspoken promise that, in the wasteland or the palace, this was only the beginning. Drakon’s fingers traced the delicate curve of her collarbone, the faintest bruise of her nightdress clinging to her skin like a second layer of skin, before slipping beneath the fabric to cup the weight of her breast. She gasped, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed over her nipple, already taut and aching beneath the silk.
“You’re so damn soft,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, “but you feel like steel underneath.
Like you could take anything I give you and ask for more. I like that, Mirellia. I like it a lot.”
She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips, the way it rolled off his tongue like a curse and a blessing all at once. His hands were rough, calloused from years of fighting and survival, but they moved with a surety that spoke of experience and confidence. He knew what he was doing, and she was more than willing to let him show her.
“Drakon,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I’ve never...” A moan escape her mouth as his hands roughly play with her ass. He grabs her cheeks and spreads them apart, exposing her virgin hole. She gasps, feeling a sudden rush of embarrassment and excitement. She's never been touched there before, and the sensation is both foreign and exhilarating.
Drakon chuckles, a low, wicked sound that sends shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you, Queen? You like it when I play with your ass."
She can't help but blush, her body betraying her as she nods. "Yes," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
He grins, a feral, predatory smile that makes her heart race. "Good. Because I'm going to fuck it.
Rough. Fast. And you're going to love every second of it.
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The air between them was thick with tension, the scent of pine and smoke from the fireplace mingling with the faint, musky heat of their bodies. Mirellia’s breath hitched as Drakon’s fingers pressed against the tight, puckered entrance of her ass, his touch both gentle and demanding. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the strength in his muscles as he hovered over her, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
"Tell me you want this," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her skin.
"Tell me you want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours."
Mirellia bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she met his gaze again. "I want it," she whispered, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I want you to fuck me, Drakon. Every inch of me."
He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Every inch, huh? Well, I've got a lot of inches, Queen. You sure you can handle it. For it’s 15 inches long and 7 inches in girth with it being harder then steel and having thick veins all over it.” His hand moved down, gripping his cock and stroking it once, just to show her. Mirellia’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the thick, veined length of him throb and pulse with need. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer power in his body as he leaned over her, his dark eyes never leaving hers.
Mirellia’s breath hitches as she feels herself getting closer to a orgasm just by looking at his cock which is the biggest and most impressive one she has even seen and just the sight of it and Drakon muscular body that covered in scars again the sun kissed skin and the cock the pale white of Drakon normal skin toneand the veins that are prominent and the head of it that is already leaking thick pre-cum that is glistening and the tip is already red and swollen. She can’t help but lick her lips, her body aching with desire as she want to be fuck hard and fast by him. She can feel her pussy dripping with arousal, her clit throbbing with need, and her ass clenching in anticipation of what’s to come. Her eyes are locked onto his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she watches the thick, glistening length of him pulse and throb with need.
Mirellia looks at him and asks, “Drakon I will admit my sex life been pretty boring and disappointing but I never had my ass fuck like you are saying you want to do. But I know you need lubricant so how are you going to that to me. And look at me swearing and cussing like a common whore but your cock is making think like one.” She grinned, her fingers tracing the veins on his cock, her touch hesitant yet curious. “I’ve never seen anything like you before. You’re so big, Drakon. I don’t know if I can take it all.”
Drakon’s breath hitched, his grip tightening on his cock as he watched her fingers glide over his length. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her breath quickened as she looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. His voice was rough, his words barely audible. “You’ll take it all, Mirellia. You’ll take every fucking inch of me. And you will love it. And about lube well there a simple way around that and it involves your mouth.” Drakon said with a smirk as Mirellia eyes widened with a growing lust and want as her mouth forms o shape as she lets out a soft moan as she moves closer to his cock . She can’t help but feel her pussy throbbing with need as she watches the thick glistening length of his cock pulse and throb with anticipation. Her fingers trace over the veins, her touch hesitant yet curious, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Drakon’s voice is a low, rough rumble, his words barely audible as he watches her. “You want me to fuck that tight massive muscular ass of yours, Mirellia? You want to feel every inch of me stretching you open, filling you up until you’re screaming my name?”
Mirellia’s breath catches in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation. She nods, her eyes locked onto his, as she realizes he not afraid or intimidated of her body and instead is enthralled by her body and want to fuck ever hole and actually let her enjoy it. She can feel the heat of his body, the strength in his muscles as he hovers over her, his dark eyes never leaving hers. She can see the hunger in his gaze, the raw, primal desire that makes her heart race and her body ache with need.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I want it, Drakon. I want you to fuck me. Every inch of me.”
He smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against her skin. Mirellia moans at that and before he can react she starts to plant kisses on his abs leaving purple lip marks as she kisses his abs down to his pelvis . She can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in her hand as she kisses his cock and her tongue traces the veins and the head of his cock. Drakon lets out a low groan as she kisses his cock and her tongue swirls around the head of his cock. She can feel his cock throbbing in her hand and the pre-cum is glistening on the tip of his cock. Drakon’s fingers thread through her hair, his grip firm but not painful, as he guides her head down, his voice a rough whisper.
“Fuck, Mirellia…” His hips jerk forward, his cock pressing against her lips, the tip brushing against her tongue as she continued to plant kisses on his cock. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, the heat of his skin, and the steel-hard length of him. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw the raw, primal hunger in his gaze. It made her feel powerful, desired, and she wanted more.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr, her lips brushing against his cock as she spoke. “You like it when I kiss your cock, when I taste you?”
He groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he nodded. “Yes,” he hissed, his voice rough and ragged.
“I fucking love it. Now open up, Mirellia. Show me what that Royal and beautiful mouth and throat can do.” Mirellia grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire, and slowly, deliberately, she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock between her lips. Drakon let out a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking forward as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. She could feel him pulsing against her tongue, his cock throbbing with need as she took him deeper, inch by inch, until she could feel him hitting the back of her throat.
Drakon’s fingers tightened in her hair, his grip firm but not painful, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapped around his thick, veined length. The sound of his breath hitching, the way his body tensed beneath her, made her feel powerful, like she had control over this massive, dominant man.
"Fuck, Mirellia," he groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated against her lips. "You feel so damn good. Your mouth is like heaven."
She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. "I want to make you feel good, Drakon.
I want to hear you scream my name," Mirellia murmured, her voice husky and thick with desire as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel his cock swelling even more in her throat, the veins pulsing with every breath he took. Her hands moved down to his thighs, gripping them tightly as she began to suck him with a rhythm that made his hips buck involuntarily.
Drakon’s fingers tangled in her hair, his grip firm but not painful, guiding her movements as she worked him with her mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her breath quickened as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and determination.
His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapped around his thick, veined length.
"Fuck, Mirellia, you are just taken inch after inch with ease.
I didn't expect you to be able to handle me like this, but you are a natural at it. You are so fucking talented," Drakon growled, his voice strained and thick with desire.
Mirellia moaned around his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around the thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. She could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, the salty pre-cum coating her mouth, and she loved every second of it. Her hands slid down his thighs, gripping his muscular legs as she took him deeper, her throat muscles contracting around the thick length.
The sound of her lips slapping against his skin, the wet suction of her mouth, and the way his cock pulsed against her tongue as she takes more and more. One of her hands moves up to cup his balls and to play with them as she continues to suck him off. Drakon lets out a low groan, his hips jerking forward, his cock throbbing in her mouth. He can feel the heat of her mouth, the way her tongue swirls around him, and the tightness of her throat as she takes him deeper and deeper. He can feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with every thrust of his hips.
"Fuck, Mirellia," he growls, his voice ragged and thick with desire. "You're going to make me come if you keep doing that. You want me to come in your mouth, Queen?
Or do you want me to pull out and paint your tits with my seed?" Drakon's voice was a low, guttural growl, his grip on her hair tightening as he felt his orgasm approaching.
Mirellia pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "I want to taste you, Drakon. I want to swallow every drop."
He groaned, his hips jerking forward as she took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. He could feel the pressure building, the heat in his balls growing unbearable.
Mirellia's mouth was a fucking dream, her tongue a wicked, sinful thing that knew just how to tease and torment him. He could feel the orgasm approaching, the tension in his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.
"Fuck, Mirellia," he groaned, his voice ragged and thick with desire. "I'm going to come, Queen. You want it in your mouth? You want to swallow every fucking drop?"
She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his hips jerk forward. She nodded, her eyes locked onto his, her lips stretched wide around his thick length and she finally gets his entire cock down her throat as lips are wrapped around the very base of his cock with her lipstick staining it purple with the last of the lipstick. Her tongue swirls around the base of his cock and her hand plays with his balls and she can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in her mouth. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tense beneath her touch. She can hear the sound of his breath hitching, the way his voice drops to a low, guttural growl as he feels her mouth enveloping him.
"Fuck, Mirellia," he hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You’re killing me. I’m going to come, and I’m going to fill your mouth with it. You want that, Miri?” Mirellia just adds more pressure to her sucking as her answer.
Her lips are stretched around his thick cock, her cheeks hollowing and filling with every thrust of her head. She can feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, the head of his cock swelling even more as he nears his climax. Her hand moves down to cup his heavy sac, her fingers gently rolling his balls as she continues to suck him off. The sound of his breath hitching, the way his body tenses beneath her, makes her feel powerful and in control.
Drakon’s fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her movements as he feels his orgasm approaching. His voice is a low, guttural growl, his words barely audible. “Fuck, Miri, I’m going to come.
I’m going to fill your mouth with every drop of my cum, and you’re going to swallow it all,” Drakon growls, his voice thick with desire and strain. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she continues to suck him with relentless determination. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tense beneath her touch, and the way his fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her movements.
“That’s it, Queen. Take it all. Suck me deep, swallow every inch,” he commands, his voice a guttural rumble that vibrates through her mouth.
She moans, her eyes locked onto his, as she takes him deeper, her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate his thick length. She can feel the head of his cock pressing against her throat deep in it, the sensation making her gag slightly, but she pushes through it, determined to take him all.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, his hips bucking forward as she swallows around him. “Just like that, Queen. You’re doing so fucking good. But do you want me to be rougher with you, bob of my cock for no, continue to suck off the base for yes.” Mirellia’s eyes widen slightly, her throat muscles contracting around his cock as she swallows hard. She nods her head, her lips still wrapped tightly around his thick shaft as a yes. Her hand continues to play with his balls, gently rolling them as she continues to suck him off.
Drakon’s fingers tighten in her hair as he takes her hair in a tight fistful as he the says, “Well Mirellia you wanted to be rough then so I’m going to skull fuck you till I cum down your throat and in your mouth.” He pulls her head back by her hair and slams his cock into her throat. Mirellia’s eyes water and she can feel her throat muscles contracting around his cock as she struggles to breathe. Her hands grip his thighs for balance, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to adjust to the sudden force. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tense beneath her touch, and the way his fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her movements with a rough, commanding grip.
“Fuck, Mirellia,” he growls, his voice strained and thick with desire as he continues to pull her off his cock as he piston thrusted into her mouth. “You like that, don’t you?
You like it when I fuck your throat like this?” Drakon’s voice was a dark, guttural growl, his grip on her hair unyielding as he thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with brutal precision. Mirellia could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat with every forceful plunge. Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned around him, the vibrations making his cock twitch even more.
“Mmm…” she hummed, her voice muffled by his length, her throat muscles contracting around him. “I like it.
I like it when you take me like this, when you make me feel like I’m yours,” Mirellia gasped between breaths, her throat still slightly sore from his rough thrusts. She could feel the pre-cum dripping down her throat, the salty taste of him coating her tongue. Her hands were still wrapped around his thighs, her fingers digging into the muscles as she tried to steady herself against his relentless pace.
Drakon’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, his grip on her hair tightening with every thrust. His voice was a low, guttural growl, barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. “You’re so fucking perfect, Mirellia.
You take every inch like a good little slut,” Drakon growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back, forcing her to take him deeper. His cock throbbed against her throat, the veins pulsing with every brutal thrust. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch, and the way his breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control.
His grip on her hair was firm but not cruel, guiding her movements with a rough, possessive authority. The sound of his breath hitching, the way his voice dropped to a low, guttural growl, made her heart race. As each thrust brings her mouth to the base of cock with a powerful thrust Mirellia couldn’t help herself as she cums hard as he continues to fuck her face hard and fast.
Her pussy clenches hard as she feels her first orgasm hit her hard and fast as she feels her pussy juices dripping down her thighs as she lets out a muffled scream around his cock. Drakon feels her throat muscles contract and her pussy clench as he pulls her head back by her hair and slams his cock into her throat again and again. He can feel her throat muscles tighten around his cock as she struggles to breathe. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to adjust to the sudden force as his own orgasm hits him hard and fast. He can feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat in his cock growing unbearable. He can feel the orgasm approaching, the tension in his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.
"Fuck, Mirellia," he groans, his voice ragged and thick with desire.
She nods, her eyes locked onto his, her lips stretched wide around his thick length. He can see the determination in her gaze, the way her throat muscles relax as she takes him deeper, her tongue swirling around the base of his cock as he pumps thick rope after thick rope of cum into her mouth and throat . Mirellia swallows hard, her throat muscles working furiously to accommodate the volume of his release. The taste of him is intoxicating, the salty sweetness of his cum coating her tongue, filling her mouth with each powerful thrust.
Drakon’s fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her head back and forth as he empties himself into her. His voice is a low, guttural growl, barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Fuck, Mirellia, you're amazing. You take it all, every fucking drop.
You’re a natural at it, Mirellia. You’re so fucking talented," Drakon growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated through her mouth. He could feel his orgasm cresting, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every thrust. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to force her to take him deeper, to feel every inch of him as he spilled into her throat.
"Fuck, Miri," he hissed, his hips jerking forward as his cock pulsed violently. His cum erupted in thick, hot jets, filling her mouth, coating her tongue.
Mirellia swallowed greedily, her throat working to take every drop. Drakon's grip on her hair loosened, his fingers gently carding through her purple locks as he caught his breath. She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound, and looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
"That was...incredible," she breathed, her voice husky from the exertion. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of him, and smiled. "I've never felt so...alive."
Drakon chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "You're something else, Mirellia.
I didn't expect you to be able to handle me like that, but you're a natural at it. You're so fucking talented," Drakon murmured, his voice still rough with the remnants of his orgasm. His fingers traced lazy circles along her jawline, his touch gentle yet possessive.
Mirellia let out a soft, contented sigh, her lips still tingling from the taste of him. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist, her breath warm against his skin. "You're not so bad yourself, Drakon.
I didn't expect you to be so... *patient* with me," Mirellia murmured, her voice still thick with desire as she wiped the remnants of his cum from her lips with the back of her hand. She could still feel the lingering heat of his body, the way his cock had pulsed against her tongue, and the way his fingers had tightened in her hair as he'd taken control.
Drakon smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement and something deeper—something that made her pulse quicken. "Patient? I was *giving* you a chance to adjust, Miri. But you took it like a champ.
Like you were born to be fucked like this." His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, his thumb brushing against her lower lip, still faintly stained with the remnants of his cum. Mirellia shivered beneath his touch, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against the inside of his wrist, her breath warm against his skin. "You're not so bad yourself, Drakon," she murmured, her voice husky and thick with lingering desire.
She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of his wrist, her breath warm against his skin. "I didn't expect you to be so... *gentle* with me."
Drakon let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "Gentle? Mirellia, you have a lot to learn about me. I can be gentle, yes, but I can also be rough, brutal even. It all depends on what you need, what you want." His eyes darkened, a wicked glint in their onyx depths.
"You liked it when I was rough with you, didn't you? When I fucked your throat, made you take every inch of me?"
Mirellia's cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I did."
Drakon's smirk widened, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck, her collarbone, before dipping lower to toy with the edge of her nightgown. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Miri?
Letting me fuck your throat like that, swallowing every drop like you were made for it." Drakon's voice was a low, guttural rumble, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone, making her shiver beneath his touch. He could still feel the wet heat of her mouth around his cock, the way her throat had tightened around him as she swallowed his cum. The memory alone made his cock twitch.
Mirellia bit her lip, her eyes flickering with a mix of desire and embarrassment. "Maybe I am," she admitted softly, her voice barely audible. "But I want more, Drakon.” Drakon smirked as he said, “Well my cock is nice and lube up so it time I take your anal virginity in the same style I fuck your throat so bend over the side of the bed with your ass hanging off.” Mirellia’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of his gaze burning against her skin. She could still taste him on her lips, feel the lingering warmth of his cum in her throat, and now she was being commanded to submit to him in a way that made her thighs tremble. She obeyed without hesitation, her body responding to his dominance with a hunger that surprised even her.
Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets as she positioned herself, her ass raised high in the air. The cool night air brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver slightly.
She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the way his eyes traced the curve of her ass, the way they lingered on the slick, pink folds of her pussy. She could hear the sound of his breath, ragged and thick with desire, and it made her heart race.
"Fuck, Mirellia," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated through her. "You look so fucking perfect like this. Your ass is a work of art, Queen. Round, muscular, and just begging to be fucked."
She moaned softly, her hips shifting slightly as she felt the heat of his words, the way they made her pussy clench.
Her fingers dug deeper into the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she held herself steady, her body trembling with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the musky tang of his cum still lingering in the air, mingling with the sweet, floral scent of her own arousal.
Drakon’s voice was a low, guttural growl, his words barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. "You want my cock in your ass, Mirellia? You want me to fuck you there, just like I did your throat?" His fingers traced the curve of her ass, his touch light but firm, as if testing the boundaries of her submission.
Mirellia’s breath hitched as she felt the first press of his fingers against her tight, puckered entrance. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch as he prepared to take her.
"Relax for me, Miri," he commanded, his voice a dark, velvety rumble. "Let me in. I want you to feel every inch of me stretching you open."
Mirellia nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.
She took a deep breath, her muscles relaxing as she willed herself to open for him. Drakon's fingers pressed against her, the tip of one slowly pushing inside, stretching her tight muscles. She gasped at the sensation, her body tensing slightly before she forced herself to relax again.
"Good girl," Drakon murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. "You're doing so well, Miri. You're so tight, so hot. I can't wait to feel you around my cock."
His finger pushed deeper, twisting slightly as he began to stretch her, preparing her for what was to come.
Mirellia gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets tighter as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of being invaded in such a sensitive place. But there was something about it that felt...right. Her body responded to his touch, her muscles relaxing, her hips shifting slightly to give him better access.
"Fuck, Mirellia," Drakon growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking tight. I can't wait to feel you around my cock. You're going to feel every inch of me, Queen. Every fucking vein, every ridge.
I'm going to stretch you open, fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week. You're going to feel me every time you sit down, every time you take a step. You're going to be mine, Mirellia. Every fucking inch of you."
Mirellia's breath hitched, her body trembling at his words, at the dark promise in his voice. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the way his eyes traced the curve of her ass, the way they lingered on the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole. As Drakon removes his fingers he gives her ass a nice hard slap , the sound of his palm connecting with her flesh echoing through the room. Mirellia gasps at the sudden contact, her body jerking forward slightly before she catches herself, her fingers digging deeper into the sheets.
"Fuck, that's going to leave a mark," Drakon growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're going to have my handprint on your ass, a reminder of who you belong to."
Mirellia's breath hitched, her body trembling at the possessive words. She could feel the heat of her arousal growing, her pussy clenching as she imagined the red handprint on her ass, a visible sign of his ownership and that she loved the feeling of being spanked . She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and defiance. "I belong to no one, Drakon," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "But I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my ass, to make me yours."
Drakon's eyes darkened, a wicked glint in their onyx depths. "Is that so, Queen?" he asked, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "You want me to fuck you, to make you mine?
You want my cock stretching you open, filling you up until you can't walk straight for days?" Drakon's voice was a dark, velvety growl, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, his touch possessive and commanding. Mirellia's breath hitched as she felt his fingers slide between her cheeks, the tip of one pressing against her puckered entrance once more. "You want me to take you like this, Queen? You want me to fuck your tight little ass until you're screaming my name?"
Mirellia's fingers clenched the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain her composure. Yet Drakon slaps her ass again after again , each slap echoing through the room like a drumbeat of desire. The sound of his palm connecting with her flesh made her gasp, her body arching slightly before she caught herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Drakon, please," she breathed, her voice thick with a mix of anticipation and pain. "I need you to prepare me properly."
Drakon's chuckle was low and dark, his voice rumbling through her like a promise. "Properly? Mirellia, you don't need preparation. You're perfect just the way you are.
And I'm going to fuck you just like this," Drakon said, his voice a low, guttural growl as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tensed as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance. She could feel the thick, pulsing vein along the underside, the way it throbbed against her sensitive flesh. She took a deep breath, her body tensing slightly as she braced herself for what was to come.
"Relax, Mirellia," Drakon murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I've got you. I'm not going to hurt you. Not like this.
Mirellia’s mind screamed the words in a loop, her body betraying her with a whimper as Drakon’s thick, veined cock pressed against her tightest entrance. Her fingers dug into the silk sheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought against the instinct to pull away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because beneath the fear, beneath the unfamiliar burn, was something else—something hotter, darker, and far more intoxicating.
"Good girl," Drakon murmured, his breath hot against her ear. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, his touch feather-light but commanding.