Page 16 of In the Embrace of Dragons

I could warm her up.

The thought emerges unbidden, and I gnash my teeth. The princess pauses, examining me, and then continues with the fabric across her other shoulder, drawing it down to reveal her other breast. Her hand is trembling.

Next comes the clasp at her waist. While she unbuckles it, I attend to my own clothes and take them off in a similar fashion. I focus on the task, sliding my robes off one shoulder and then the other before unclasping the brace around my waist.

Then my clothing falls away, and my head jolts up at the sound of a gasp. It’s the princess, and her big brown eyes are taking me in. They travel from my feet to my cock, then up my chest to my face.

I can’t make out her expression, lying somewhere between surprised and, perhaps... pleased? I wonder if she likes what she sees. My ego swells as her gaze darts back down again, to that place between my thighs.

Not that it matters whether or not I please her. That is irrelevant to what we’re here to do. This will be the only time we commit this act, anyway, if my seed is potent enough.

I approach the dais as Nissia leans back, now fully naked. She has a soft belly that curves down into what appears to be a mound of curly black hair between her legs. Why humans have so much hair, I’ll never know. But underneath that, I can make out something else, and the fact that it’s shrouded and hidden piques my curiosity. I have seen dragon females, even rutted a few of them, but this is something else. Foreign and new.

I thought it would be a struggle to awaken my cock, but it’s already filling, enticed by this unusual delicacy on offer. I silently berate it, because there is nothing of interest here—but then my eyes return to that small slit hidden between Nissia’s thighs.

That’s where I will fit. My cock twitches at the thought, filling even more with my hot blood.

The princess watches me intently as I slide onto the dais, resting my knee on the pillows. Then I bring up the other knee, my greater height putting me above her. Those full, round breasts grab my attention again.

I may not like her, but I will do what it takes to ready her for me so that I am not plundering a dry cunt in front of my court. That would be the ultimate embarrassment.

I creep toward her until I’m straddling her. Surprisingly, the scent of her arousal coats my nostrils. Is she anticipating what we’re about to do?

That excites my cock even more. Perhaps this can be enjoyable after all.

Chapter Seven

VIZARIOS

Iinhale sharply as I lean down closer to the princess. Taking one of those nipples between my clawed hands, I stroke over it with my index finger, and her dark brown eyes widen. She watches me with unguarded awe as I tease the hardened peak, and then her lips part and a breath escapes as I squeeze her nipple between my fingertips. Her back arches, pushing her breast into my hand.

And my cock does savor this, the sight of her receiving and responding to my slight attention. It grows thicker between my legs, rising between us. I may feel nothing for this woman in my heart, but my body is certainly interested in her, which is the most I could ask of it.

It is as humiliating as it is necessary.

I’m highly aware of the dozens of eyes watching us as I skate my other hand down her belly, toward the gap between her thighs. Nissia’s lips part as I reach the curly fur there, then slide my index finger down lower. Here, the hair thins, and much like a dragon female, her cunt has exterior petals toprotect it. I test them experimentally, trying to determine what I’m dealing with. They are softer than I’m used to, more delicate. And I will need to stimulate her some to lubricate her, but I’m not sure how.

I trace the edges of both her soft lips, not realizing that in my concentration, I’ve been staring right into the princess’s eyes. They get bigger when I glance over a small nub—ah, she has a clitoris, too. That’s helpful.

Keeping my finger raised so my claw doesn’t scrape her, I touch it again with the pad, and a heavy breath escapes Nissia’s round mouth. Instead of pressing harder, I circle it a few times, but I need help so the friction isn’t too much for her.

I dip down, sampling her cunt. And oh, is she surprisingly wet. It’s easy to gather up some of her slick and return to that tender bead, applying more pressure this time as I loop around it. The princess’s gasp is harsh and quick, and her hips cant up into my hand. Again my fingers slide down, almost inside her, and I drag up more of her wetness to ease my way.

Her eyelids drop low over her eyes, her panting coming faster as I tease her more and more. The sound of her pleasure is making my cock grow harder, and I’m stunned by the strength of my need to get all this over with and finally bury it inside her.

Of its own volition, my body arches down toward hers, and I fall onto one hand above her. Still I play with her clit, moving faster and faster, as her short gasps abruptly become a moan.

My mouth is only inches away from hers now.

“Vizarios,” she whispers, her hips snapping up as I spread her wetness all around her lower lips. Her cunt pulses with her breathing, opening and then closing in a way that I think will feel rather good around my cock.

This is not for pleasure.

I try to remember that as her very real moans escalate, and I return to my work around her small clit. This is all to prepare her for me. My cock is likely larger than the average human’s, and it might take some effort to get it inside her.

Fuck, does it like the sound of such things. The need to do just that nearly blinds me. I’ve gotten her good and wet, so the time has come to get this over with.

I sit back, pushing her legs wider apart, and wedge my hips between them. Gripping the root of my cock, I try to guide it by feel, because I’ve found my gaze trapped by hers. The princess’s full lips are spread in anticipation, her glittering eyes wild. Her hands are gripping my arms, her fingers clenching so her nails dig into my scales.