Page 35 of Breaking Briar

That’s right, my dirty little queen. You like this, don’t you? You like the dragon searing you with his hot breath as he tastes you, committing you to memory?

The dragon dips lower and flicks his tongue over my clit, making me bow up.

Don’t you want to be a good girl for him and offer your body like a nubile sacrifice? Come on, Briar, he cajoles, his words nearly a purr against my brain. Open for him. Put your feet in the hollows and offer him your perfect, tight, little cunt.

My body trembles as the dragon puts my ankles down and steps away. Both he and Philip want me to do this. Willingly. Can I? Can I be brave enough? My legs quake as I place my heels into the hollowed spots. Forcing myself to breathe, I watch, unable to look away as the dragon strokes his cock.

Its base is a deep red like his scales, moving up to a lighter shade at his tip. Thick veins and ridges twist and turn around the length of him, with bumps and bulges I’ve never seen before. Even when Philip combined himself with the dragon, it never looked like this.

My breath stills in my chest as the massive beast comes forward again. I close my eyes and clench, waiting for the searing pain which morphs into pleasure. But it never comes.

“Look at me,” the dragon rasps, his voice deep and guttural, like stone being ground into smooth powder. “Look upon the beast who claims you, who makes you his in all ways.”

At his command, I’m unable to disobey. I watch as he climbs onto the piece, his cock dragging against my skin. It’s far softer than I imagined, and not at all rough or scaly like his skin. My breath comes out in a whoosh as I explore the dragon’s cock, my pussy spasming at his deep groans.

It takes both of my hands together to actually caress him, but even then, my fingertips don’t touch. Not even barely. Again, that tinge of fear niggles its way into my brain, but Philip is there to keep me calm and sane.

Fuck, yes, Briar, Philip groans in my head, the sound filthy and decadent. Keep stroking him. Just like that. God, your hands feel so good. Bring his cock down to your pussy, and the dragon will do the rest.

The moment I guide him forward, the dragon reaches down and wraps his claw around my neck, cutting off my air. I can no longer think or even breathe. Down below, he uses his free claw to spread me open.

His tip doesn’t even fit, but the harder he chokes me, the wetter I become. Soon, he pushes forward, opening me, breaking me apart as he slides his massive cock deep inside. The moment he releases my throat, keening wails pierce the air.

But not from pain. Never from pain. The most exquisite agony races along my skin as I feel my body open up for him, stretching in a way I didn’t know was possible. Isobel was right. My body was made for this, made for him.

Deep in my brain, Philip groans, the lurid sounds filling my ear. Each breath is consumed by the dragon forcing me to open for him, taking every inch he has and then more. The ridges glide along my inner walls, making them quiver and clench around his girth.

Minutes tick by like hours until finally I feel the dragon’s scaly underside scrape along my sensitive flesh. I gaze up at the beast, wonderment in my eyes as he stares down at me. Though more animal than human, it’s as if he’s smirking at me. Like he knew I could take him all along.

And that’s when he moves.

He pulls out of me with agonizing slowness, only to slam back in. The sex throne holds firm against the strength of his thrust, but I’m nearly unseated, pushed back along the smooth surface. Again, he grabs my throat, holding me still as he fucks me.

The whole time, Philip is in my head and heart, feeling everything the dragon does. It’s as if our arousal is combined, heightened, and brought to a new level of pleasurable agony. Cries bounce around the room as the dragon fucks me, taking me in his savage, primal way.

Arousal drips out from around his massive shaft as he glides in and out. Over and over, he pounds into me, making my vision blur with each overwhelming thrust. With a roar that shakes the entire room, he surges in again as his knot spreads me open even further.

My nerves are raw, stretched thin as his knot hooks behind my pelvic bone. Hot cum surges from thick cock, bathing my insides until I scream with relief. My orgasm shatters over me as shards of painful pleasure undulate through me, filling me up and depleting me all at the same time.

The dragon rocks back and forth, grinding his knot against some secret spot deep inside that makes my body quake and writhe. My voice is hoarse from how loud and long I shout, but I don’t care.

Every ounce of pleasure is wrung out of me until I lie there limp as the dragon transforms into Philip once more. He peppers my face with kisses as he holds me close.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, running his lips over my temple. “Good fucking girl. Never forget, Briar, whether awake or asleep, you are ours. You will always be ours until the end of time.”

As my eyes flutter closed as sleep overtakes me, my heart pounds in time with both Philip and the dragon. My love, my mate, my king.

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