A Bride for the Mountain God (Divine Dragons 2)

“You’re mine now. Mine forever, my princess, my whore, my mate, my wife.” Claws dug down my back, shredding my clothes apart. The fabric melted like butter as it parted under his hands and drifted away from my feverish skin. “You’re everything.”

“Yes,” I whined.

“Say you’re mine, Nia.” His hands roamed down my sides to grope the flesh of my hips and ass. I groaned, rolling my head back. He slapped my ass. “Say it!”

“Yours…” I fumbled through delirium to find words. “I’m yours… Ronan, please.”

“That’s right, you are mine.” His heat vanished as he sat back on his knees. Then the hands on my hips dug into my flesh as he hauled my ass into the air.

I yelped, bracing my elbows and hands in the mud, my fingers digging into the damp soil. My hair fell forward, creating a curtain around my face and obscuring my vision. Legs flailing in the air, I squirmed to escape until Ronan tossed my legs over his shoulder. His trouser clad erection prodded my stomach, and his hot breath fanned my exposed sex now inches from his face.

“You smell so fucking good; all I want is to eat you whole.” One quick swipe of his tongue along my slit sent me reeling. I bodily shuddered, but had nowhere to go to get away from the mortifying position or his mouth hovering over my pussy. Then his long, thick tongue plunged inside of me, and I yelled loud enough for it to echo down the mountain range. His dexterous tongue slithered within me with a mind of its own and the noises I made mimicked the howls of a deranged banshee.

I didn’t feel the bitter cold of the wind on my skin, only his impossible body heat radiating against me. I didn’t see the sun vanish and the moon rise or stars blink to life, only the flashes of lightning behind my eyes. I didn’t smell the dirt, the grass, the distant snow, only his earthy, masculine, natural aroma.

Impossible pleasure rippled through me with each stroke of his tongue, tasting and teasing my inner walls. No human man had a tongue like his, and I’d never been tongue-fucked so aggressively. It made fire burn in my core and stars blink to life behind my closed lids. It slipped and curled within me, massaging all the sensitive places eager to receive bliss while he held me like a little toy he could feast on—and feast he did.

Hanging almost upside down, all the blood rushed to my head. The angle made it impossible to think, or focus, and his tongue dashed the ability altogether. The pleasure he assaulted me with became the height of my life, the only thing I had to concern myself with until it ruptured through me. Quaking and crying and clenching on his tongue, I came with a strangled cry.

“Perfect. You did so good coming for me. That pretty princess pussy tastes delicious. I could taste you and drink from your nectar for days.” Ronan lowered my legs back to the ground, and my weakened limbs trembled. “Maybe another time.”

I vaguely heard the rustling of fabric. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him removing his trousers and his loose shirt made to accommodate his wings. Nothing compared to the sight of a god in the nude. It was erotic and made me clench with another round of need.

I stumbled around onto my knees, facing him. Before Ronan uttered a word, I latched onto his heavy cock throbbing near my face. A surprised groan rocked through him as I curled both hands around the substantial width of his length, then leaned forward to swipe my tongue across the head.

“Fuck, Nia, if you do that, I won’t last long.” He protested, yet his hands found their way into my hair, nails scraping my scalp, and holding me gingerly in place. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, gliding my tongue along the ladder of ridges, and the Mountain God growled.

I hummed, urging him deeper. My jaw felt tight against his size, and I struggled to take him to the back of my throat. I relished the warmth and musky scent of his body and the taste of him on my tongue. I twisted my hands along the base I couldn’t fit in my mouth and worked his head into my throat until drool escaped, spilling over my chin and dripping onto my breasts.

It became too much as I gagged on his length. His massive dragon cock rammed into my throat, enough to bruise. My mouth slipped off him as I choked for air, dropping my hands to brace them on his tensing thighs.

“Put my cock back in your fucking mouth where it belongs.” Ronan gripped my chin and tipped my head back. He squished my cheeks, forcing my lips open. His other hand grabbed his cock and aligned it with my lips again. “Show me your pretty little tongue, wife.”

My tongue darted out, and he slid his head over the surface. I lapped at the sensitive underside before popping his cock back into my mouth. Ronan cupped my face with both hands, tenderly swiping his thumbs over my cheeks as he thrusted into my mouth.

“Are you my slutty cock hungry princess? Does my filthy wife love having my cock in her mouth?”

I nodded despite the girth keeping me silent.

“That’s right, you love sucking my cock, don’t you? You can suck me off whenever you want, princess. Your mouth feels so good on my cock. Filthy, sweet mouth—fuck—”

He snatched himself away from my mouth and tangled his hands in my hair. One large hand grasped his length, squeezing it to fight off his release.

“Fucking stars, I almost came,” he huffed in surprise, staring at me with pure, unaltered adoration in his emerald eyes. “I’ll come in your mouth someday, but today I’m spilling my seed in my wife.”

The Mountain God crashed into me, his mouth sealing to mine and his bulk caging me to the ground. I slipped in the cold mud, trying to grab him, squirming between the rough, cold ground scraping my backside and his weight settling between my thighs. He hooked one hand under a leg and hiked it higher around his hips. His length twitched as it ground against my slick core, parting my pussy as he ground into me and purposefully nudging the blunt head against my oversensitive clit.

I cried and writhed and clawed at his shoulders. “Please. Fuck me. Please, I need you inside of me.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Anything you want, princess. I’m yours. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Ronan’s tongue entered my mouth at the same time as he notched his cock at my entrance. My eyes clenched tighter, and I anchored my arms around his neck, never breaking the kiss. His breath became mine and my moans turned into his groans as he pushed the first few inches inside of me. Despite the initial pain of such monumental stretching, the heat in my belly only flamed hotter and hotter with each inch, rendering me into a whimpering mess.

“You feel so good. Damn, you feel so amazing on my cock, princess.” Ronan gently rocked against me, testing my limits and ensuring I felt all of him tearing me asunder. I quivered, head thrown back as I keened from the mix of pleasure and pain.

“God, yes. Keep going. Please keep going. Please. Please. Please.” That word, begging, seemed to spur him on. The god loved my supplication and my greedy desire for him.

His gentle thrusting in the beginning, holding himself deep inside of me for long stretches of time, and an endless stream of passionate kisses allowed my body to accommodate his overwhelming size. He was so much larger than me I felt almost small and helpless beneath him—a prey animal trapped in the muck with a predator’s fangs around my throat—and I loved it. And once he felt my cunt pulling him deeper, eagerly taking him with slippery ease, he fucked me in earnest.

Ronan’s hips snapped forward. I cried out, lip unlatching as my head dropped back. He kept one hand on my hip, holding me still as I shook under him. The other hand near my head dug gashes in the soil with his claws.

I rocked my hips up to meet his every thrust. My arousal dripped around his cock with each slap of his body into mine. The dragon growled so loud and hard it vibrated through his chest into mine. My nipples scraped against the scale texture of his muscled chest, and I shivered from the myriad of sensations exploding around and through me.

The Mountain God fucked me into the ground so hard I felt myself becoming one with the earth, the rocks, the dirt, the grass, every ounce of nature that existed in that divine place. I was one with him, the god of nature, and my celestial husband. He took me like a wild beast, rutting against me with savage passion. It was primal and animalistic in a way that changed the makeup of my very being.

“You’re shaking so much, princess. Are you going to come for me?” His words entered my mouth through tongue-tangled kisses.

“Yes—oh, god—yes.”

“Yes, what?” He slowed, stealing the edge I’d balanced on seconds before.

“I’m going to come, please. Let me come. I want to come!” I scratched my nails at him, not caring if it didn’t actually hurt him. He sensed the frenzy and desperation of it.

“You going to come on my cock? You can, you know. This cock is yours, princess. All yours. Come on your cock. Come for me. Come on, you can do it.” His stream of words filled me as he picked up the pace. “Come for me.”

Something—everything and nothing—snapped within me. All the parts of myself that had held on let go, releasing my pleasure and satisfaction into a maelstrom. I climaxed so hard my eyes crossed, my vision went temporarily black, I stopped breathing, and my entire body seized as I gushed on his driving cock.

“That’s it. Good girl. Fuck, you feel so good coming on my cock. You’re divine. Fucking you is like coming home to the heavens.” More praise spilled from his lips in rough snarls as the dragon god rode out his orgasm. As promised, he filled me with his release, coming against my tender cervix and staking his claim on me from within.

We collapsed into the crater of his emergence at the top of the mountain, surrounded by stars in an inky sky and wispy clouds. Limbs entwined, holding one another as if our sanity depended on it. His wings curled around us in a cocoon, blocking the harsher elements. The embrace of the god fought off the cold of the night, and the steady beating of his heart against my ear lulled my exhausted body into a state of satiated comfort.

“I think I’m going to love you very soon.” The words passed my lips as an escaped whisper moments before I passed out.

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