Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

pter Twelve“Yessssss,” he hissed the word, drawing it out and rolling the s in a way she hadn’t thought possible.
Then Jozi couldn’t talk anymore. At least, not coherently. Suddenly, he was everywhere. Hands, lips, tongue, and teeth. He explored her with his mouth and body.
His smooth, muscled body slid up and down hers, making her feel things she’d never experienced. Castor had admittedly never had sex before, but he was a fast learner.
His skilled, and did she mention forked when he wanted it to be, tongue slid down her body, suckling her breasts. He kissed her soft belly, spreading her thighs once more, and settling between them.
Then, as if he knew it was going to torture her, Castor dropped whisper soft kisses on her thighs and her labia. He watched her as he opened his mouth and sucked on her nether lips, kissing her pussy and moaning as if she were something delicious and sweet.
“You are sweet,” he growled, then spread her wide and lapped at her from her forbidden hole to her clit, curling his skilled appendage around the tight bud with every single swipe.
Castor moaned as he ate her, dipping one thick digit inside her heated channel. Next there was two, then a third. Jozette was overwhelmed by sensation and pulled on his hair. She moaned and whimpered with every stroke, swipe, plunge, and withdraw. Arching up to meet him, she bucked her hips, wildly seeking her pleasure. Demanding it even.
The man really was a fucking god. Whether it was intuition, instinct, or pure joy leading him, she did not know or care. Hands tangled in his hair, Jozette let go of every inhibition. Castor’s free hand cupped her breasts and skimmed her thighs until she felt him everywhere. Like he was in every cell and pore.
The first spiral of pleasure began soft and low, and like an apex predator chasing prey, Castor seemed aware of it. He hunted it, chasing down her orgasm until it crashed into her like a hurricane wind, and Jozette screamed with it.
“Es meus!” Castor roared, sliding up her body and sinking into her with one hard thrust.
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astor was holding onto his scales by a thread. This was a moment to be forever etched in his mind. Dead or alive, he would never forget the feeling of sliding into her heat and joining with the only woman he’d ever loved.
He had no past, no pain, no emptiness, not with her. Castor had never felt this way before. So in tune with his beast. Both parts of him seeking to bring his mate the ultimate release. The dragon urged him on, wanting to give her everything he had inside.
Barely hanging on to his self-control, he thrust his hips, spearing her on his engorged cock. They were so close he felt her heart beating as if it were his own. And it was glorious.
The sounds their bodies made in the darkness were symphonic to his Dragon’s ears. Her gasps and moans increased his attentions, adding to the building pleasure, so much so he thought he would expire from it.
Castor increased his pace, developing a rhythm old as time and yet new as the dawn. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, wondered if she could feel his love through every thrust and grind.
“Jozette,” he growled her name before closing his mouth over the honey sweet skin on her neck.
Her body cradled him like she was born for him, and Castor wanted to stamp himself all over her. Jozette was eager and earnest, hips rising to meet his downward thrusts as if she, too, could not get enough of him.
It was a heady thing being wanted, needed in such a manner. And Castor loved her all the more for it. If he could spend the rest of his days kissing her, balls deep in her heated channel, he would die a happy Dragon.
Fuck, he didn’t want to think of that.
Death and sadness had no place here. This was joy. This was communion. And he had never felt so complete and full of purpose.
His sweet Jozette moaned, her tiny nails scoring his back as he shifted, delving deeper into her sopping heat. Every inch of him was coated in her slick heat. It felt so good and so very hot, Castor never wanted to leave her.
Her sex squeezed him, and he damn near went cross eyed at the shock of pleasure that zipped through him. She moaned and bucked, scratching him with her nails.
How could anything feel this good? Fuck if he knew. His body tensed, and he felt Jozette in every cell of his being. The Dragon inside him watched closely, his instinct to give her all the pleasure she could take and then some.
The gorgeous female panted and moaned. At first, he was afraid he’d hurt her, but she was neither weak nor faint of heart. Jozette’s thick thighs squeezed his hips and her heels dug into his buttocks, urging him on.
Her shouts of faster, harder, and more echoed in his ears. That was when Castor’s beast truly took over. The Dragon was breathing down his neck, and he was helpless to do anything other than feel as the beast urged his movements on.
“Please,” Jozette begged, her small hands clinging to his sweat damped shoulders.
“Anything, my treasure,” he grunted, grabbing her hips, and tilting her for an even deeper, harder penetration.
“Yes, more,” she demanded.
And he obliged. How could he not? It felt too damn good to resist. If Castor was going to die anyway, he was damn sure going to give this first coming together with Jozette everything he had.
The beast in him was starving for her. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out, then pushed in hard and swiftly. She liked that, fuck yes, she did if her moans and cries were anything to go by.
With every withdraw and plunge, he brought her closer to imminent pleasure. Hot on the heels of pure ecstasy, Castor growled her name.
He wanted her to climax. Craved it. Needed it. For her to feel the very thing he’d been denied till now. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
Yes, that was what he worked for, it was in his every move. Like a man possessed, or a Dragon he supposed, he moved in perfect precision with her piercing little cries.
“Castor,” she moaned his name, her body moving jerkily as her pleasure peaked.
“Es meus,” he growled.
Her sweet sex massaged his cock, milking his thick shaft with every plunge. Her brown eyes were glazed with passion as she leaned up to kiss his mouth. Castor went crazy then. He kissed her hard and deep, his tongue mimicking his cock thrusting into her heated depths.
He trailed more kisses down her chin to her neck, beneath her ear, as she squeezed her legs around him and he swiveled and circled inside of her. Watching her every move and response, he paid close attention and learned what pleased his sweet, beautiful female.
His?
Yes.
Fuck, yes.
Es meus, the Dragon inside him agreed.
He would not let her go. Not ever. However long, or short, a time he had left on this Earth, Castor was going to spend it with Jozette. He loved her. The realization rose inside him like the tide, and he increased his efforts. Rotating his hips and increasing his pace.
Her pussy squeezed, and the sounds of her passion filled the air. Before he knew what he was doing, Castor had opened his mouth wide, then he clamped down, biting her flesh with his shifted fangs until he drew blood.
Pure pleasure seemed to explode from everywhere as Castor swallowed down the coppery sweet liquid, lapping twice at the wound, before tossing his head back and shouting his own culmination.
Castor’s mouth opened and his mighty roar shook the room, sparks of bluish fire lit the room and waves of magical energy encapsulated them both as he came inside Jozette’s heavenly body.
Words in the ancient tongue of the Dragons, Dracan, escaped his lips as he came, and came, and came.
Promises and vows he whispered to her and into the night, pledging his loyalty, honor, and heart. He ended the litany in one phrase, the same one that had been on repeat in his brain since he’d first knocked upon her door.
“Es meus,” he repeated.
That possessive phrase roared inside his mind as he came and spilled his seed inside her womb, marking her with his bite and scent.
As a prisoner, Castor had never learned the ways of his Clan, especially not when it came to matings. But some things were instinct. His Dragon was certain she was meant to be his.
For days he’d been reading about love and mates in the romance section of her bookstore. But this was better than any book. This was his destiny, he realized as he finally came down from the high that was loving on her. And it was love. Of that, he was certain.
Castor loved Jozette with everything he had inside of him.
“Can I have you?”
The question slipped from his lips without hesitation as Castor cupped her blushing face in his hands.
“What? You have had me,” she replied, biting her lower lip in a way that made him growl with need.
Still buried inside her, he was careful not to crush the beauty as he rested between her thighs, waiting for her to respond. The question was impromptu, but he wanted an answer. Needed it.
Jozette turned her brown gaze to him. Her breathing was still shaky as she came down from the same heaven he’d just visited inside her arms. It filled him with pride to know he’d satisfied her, brought her pleasure. Even sated, his body responded to the truth of their passion immediately. Swelling with need, he hissed as her sheath squeezed his shaft so perfectly.
Fuck me. Yes, Castor wanted her. Hell, he found himself wanting to bring her even higher this time. To see her erupt with pleasure, like a volcano from his touch.
Es meus.
“How is that possible?” She murmured, seemingly astounded by his ability to perform again.
“I am Dragon,” he growled as her eyes rolled back inside her head when he circled his hips, sliding his hardened cock in and out of her soft, wet sheath.
“You feel so good, my treasure,” he growled, kissing her lips. “Can I have you? Sweet Josette, can I? I must.”
“Yes,” she replied. “God, yes.”