His thrusts are still measured, but they are deeper—more powerful.Theridges of his draconic cock slide against my inner walls with each withdrawal, then press against new, secret places on the inward stroke—placesIdidn’t even knowIhad until he found them.
“Oh…”Imoan, arching my back and spreading my thighs wider to take him.“Ohyes…that feels so good!Don’tstop—keep going!”
TheDrakegrowls in response as a deep, rolling pleasure builds inside me.It’sdifferent from anythingI’veever felt—profound and soul-deep.Hisheavier, hotter balls slap against my oversensitive clit with every pump, the dual stimulation pushing me higher and higher.
And all the while,Ican’t stop watching what’s happening in the mirror.
I watch as the majesticDrakemounts me, as he breeds me.Iwatch the huge, silver cock, slick and shining, slide in and out of my tightly stretched pussy.Iwatch my own face—flushed, mouth open in moaning cries, eyes glazed with pleasure.Iwatch my heavy breasts sway rhythmically with each powerful thrust.
The girl in the reflection seems a stranger—a primal, sensual creature lost in a sacred act with a creature of myth.Isthat really me?AmIreally letting aDrakemount me…letting him breed me?
ButIcan’t deny whatIsee, or whatIfeel.Itmight look animalistic to an outsider, but it does not feel that way—not at all.Throughthe physical joining,Ican feel theDrake’semotions even more strongly—his fierce, possessive love, his desire to claim and protect, and his timeless need to bind me to him forever.
His love isTheron’slove—amplified, untamed, and pure.
My breasts ache, my nipples rubbing against the velvet coverlet with each thrust forward.Thedeep, internal friction of his ridged cock is rubbing a spot inside me that ignites fireworks behind my eyelids.Iam a live wire—every nerve ending singing with sensation.
And thoughInever would have believedIcould reach the peak while aDrakewas breeding me,Ican’t deny thatI’mgetting close…socloseto coming.
“Please…”Isob, not knowing whoI’mbegging—Theron, theDrake, the universe itself.“Oh, please—don’t stop!Makeme come—Ineed to come!”
TheDrakeunderstands—Ican feel it through our link.Histhrusts become more urgent and deeper, his growls more frequent.Theslapping sounds grow louder as his heavy sac punishes my tender clit.
Then, with a final, deep roar that shakes the room, theDrakeplunges into me as deep as he can go and holds still.Ifeel a surge of incredible heat, followed by pulse after thick, heavy pulse of his seed flooding my depths.It’sthicker thanTheron’sseed and there’s somuchof it.Ican feel it sliding down my thighs and still he keeps shooting, spurting deep inside me over and over and over again.
It’s more thanIcan take—the feeling of being so completely filled…so thoroughly bred, triggers my own orgasm.SuddenlyIam on the edge and jumping over.
I gasp, my vision whiting out as the most intense pleasureIhave ever felt rips through me.Myinner walls convulse around the massive dragon cock, milking him, drawing every last drop of his seed into my womb.Thepleasure is endless—a tidal wave that drowns me in ecstasy untilIcan’t see straight anymore and have to sink to my elbows on the bed, my bottom high in the air so theDrakecan keep breeding me.
Then, in the midst of the storm, a voice echoes in my mind—deep, guttural, and resonating with ancient power and pure possession.
“MINE!”
Then another voice, familiar—warm, layered with love and a hint of wry humor responds—it’sTheron’svoice,Irealize, speaking from the same shared space in my soul.
“No,” he says.“Ours.”
And in that moment, asItremble between them, filled with theDrake’sseed and overflowing with both of their love,Ifeel it.Anew connection, golden and unbreakable, is snapping into place deep within my spirit.
It doesn’t feel like there are two separate entities, but one complete being loving me in all his forms.Iunderstand now that theBondis formed, and we are linked—Elowen,Theron, and theSilverDrake?—
Together in love, forever.
EPILOGUE
THERON
The palace feels different now.
Not because the walls have changed—they’re still the same stone, the same towering arches and echoing halls—but becauseIstand in them differently.Ino longer feel like a man passing through—a smith who wandered too far from his forge.Thisplace…this kingdom…is mine.
Ours.
I stand at the wide window of our chambers, looking out over the sprawling city below, the rooftops glowing gold in the late afternoon sun.Theair smells faintly of smoke and bread and the ordinary life of my people, thoughI’mstill getting used to thinking of them that way.
Behind me,Ihear the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet, steady rhythm ofElowen’sbreathing.Idon’t have to turn to know where she is—Ican feel her.Eversince theBonding, that awareness has never left me.Ithums quietly under my skin, a constant, reassuring presence.
Mine.