CONTENT ADVISORY / TRIGGER WARNING
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS/STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR DISTURBING:
~ SEX AND INTMACY
~ EXPLICIT SEX SCENES
"My lifemate."
Eskil thrust his hips forward, driving his thick cock into her tight sex. A split second of resistance slowed him, but he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her until he heard her cry out, one not of pleasure, but of pain. An instant later, he groaned and lowered his head to her chest as a current of painful static wracked his body and threatened to force him to collapse. He breathed through the pain until it faded enough that he was able to raise his gaze to hers, her eyes were clenched shut, and he was struck with confusion.
"Libelle?" Eskil spoke her name with concern.
He heard her take in another sharp breath when he pushed his cock further inside of her. She was so tight around him, and she hadn't taken all of him yet. She didn't speak to him but focused on breathing, so Eskil didn't push further in, despite all the urges and cravings telling him to take her like the animal he was. The smell of iron stung his nose, and he looked down to where the smell was emerging from. He pulled his throbbing member from her tight tunnel and saw blood mixed in with her juices.
His confusion vanished. "You were a..."
She nodded, parting her eyes to look at him. Eskil stared down at her, and he felt his heart grow and his member swell as she winced and adjusted herself uncomfortably beneath him. He felt a surge of pride rush over him; he felt possessive, and he felt joy. He was her first, his lifemate was a virgin; no other male had ever taken her before. She was completely and utterly his.
Eskil's chest puffed as a wide smile spread across his face. Mine. He watched as she began to relax beneath him, the pain subsiding as the feeling of him stretching her began to feel more pleasant. She raised a brow at him, questioning his smile when he leaned down to kiss her again.
Her plump lips parted when he pushed himself further inside her, "A-are you...is it...um...all the way in?"
Her cheeks were flush even in the moonlight, and her blue eyes were half closed. Eskil shook his head. "Not quite."
He pushed himself deeper again, just an inch, and watched her eyes widen. She gave him a questioning glance, and again he shook his head. "Not yet."
He slid forward, again just giving her another inch of him. He was almost there, but he wouldn't be satisfied until he was buried in her up to his hilt. He moved forward again, a frustrated moan escaping both their lips. His eyes locked with hers as he caved to the animalistic part of him and forced the rest of the way into her.
A hot growl started in his throat as he nestled himself between her legs, buried deep into her tight sex all the way to the base of his shaft. She felt like heaven, squeezing him so tightly, constricting around him and he couldn't ask for anything better. How he wished he could go back in time and meet her under different circumstances. To hold her then and not have to wait until now.
He paused while his mind raced in different directions, and the realization struck him. Perhaps the gods were not as cruel as he had originally thought, and perhaps Loki was not being all that vindictive. If he had discovered Libelle was his lifemate the first time they met, he would not have been able to do this with her. He would not have been able to fully be her mate, because he never would have been able to mate with her. Dragons mate for the purpose of procreating for their species, rarely do they mate for pleasure. Dragons rarely took pleasure in mating; it was such a difficult task because the females were always so temperamental and violent during the act. Males could find pleasure, but the females, heh, that's a comical thought.
Eskil growled out another moan, he felt wonderful. The feeling of being buried inside of his lifemate made him see stars, he could die happy, he thought. Yes, perhaps it was meant to be that he waited such a long time to discover she was his lifemate. He hated his mortal form, but he was slowly discovering how wonderful it could be. He could hold her, kiss her, and fuck her.
Eskil pulled out half way before thrusting deep into her again with another moan, slowly pulling out again and rushing back inside her. Her slick juices squelching around him with each slow thrust of his cock. He arched his back so he could suckle her breast, massaging the other with his hand and forcing a delicious sound from Libelle. She purred, her eyes closed and the edges of her lips curled into a smile as he slowly took her to the skies. She was finding pleasure in this now, the pain gone from her body and mind.
Her hands ran through his hair, tracing his horns up to the point and back down to tangle in his black locks. Her nails lightly grazed his scalp, the sensation sending a shiver up his spine. He was struggling to move so slow, he wanted to take her hard but didn't want to scare her further. Eskil nipped her collarbone, tracing her scar with his tongue as she shivered. He felt her hands travel down his back, gritting his teeth when he felt her nails dig into his skin and rake his back in unison with his thrust.
His eyes locked with hers, his lifemate was meant for him; born to be his and to be claimed by him. He pushed his hips back towards hers again, this time harder, and he saw a spark in her eye. He pulled out and thrust in and repeated the motions over and over, each time growing faster, harder, more demanding and needy. He stretched her tight muscles, each thrust pushing deeper into her and threatening to enter her womb.
She cried out when he pounded into her, the sound filled with a new pleasure versus the painful cry she emitted earlier. Her nails dug into his shoulders again, her back arched even more and her knees raised up against his sides. Eskil took advantage of her new position, putting his hands under her knees and pushing forward while continuing the hard thrusting into her.
Her knees came up towards her chest, her bottom rising from the ground as Eskil dug his fingertips into her thighs. His back arched as he buried himself even deeper into her, his cock finding all the right places in her spasming sex. She cried out again, the sensations he was giving her were too much to bear.
"Come for me," Eskil said in a husky voice, his muscles taut across his entire body while he rode her like a beast. His muscular abdomen was constricted, each muscle flexing and gifting her with the sight of his well-defined body. His chest twitched, and his biceps tightened as he growled and pounded into her even harder.
Despite the initial pain, everything Eskil was doing felt so good and so right. He stretched her aching sex, and it wasn't the least bit painful. His thick girth pushed deep into her, sending waves of pleasure to every nerve ending in her body. No other would ever be able to pleasure her like he did, his body was made for her. He fit perfectly. She felt the tension building in her lower abdomen, sparks traveling further down into her loins as she grabbed onto his forearms.
He pounded into her harder again, each stroke longer and deeper. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in her ears, and the look in his eyes burned into her core.
"My beloved. Come, come for me."
Eskil growled and gritted his teeth when he felt her sex spasm around his cock, threatening to squeeze him so tight that he could have been forced from her. Libelle gasped and cried out his name, her vision becoming hazy as her climax rushed through her. Her sex clenched down around Eskil, and she felt his thick member even better as his pace quickened, his hilt slamming against her clit and his full sack smacking her buttocks.
She felt like she was going to faint, her body was exhausted, and she felt drained but completely satisfied. Her sex was tight, her nerves were on fire, and she couldn't take any more. Eskil released her legs, moving them further apart until the sides of her knees almost touched the soil. He bent forward, his breath teasing the nape of her neck as he continued to thrust his swollen member into her. Her arms wrapped over him across his back, her nails digging into his skin again, sure to leave red marks.
She moaned out against his ear when he roared, his lips curling over his teeth, and his golden eyes glowing. Eskil's motions paused when he buried his cock deep inside her, spilling his hot seed into her. His whole body twitched as each wave of orgasm pulsed out of him and into her. He was so pent up and he could feel the thick liquid oozing from his exhausted sack. Her juices and his cum mixed together and slowly followed his cock as he pulled out of her.
He stared down into her brilliant eyes and kissed her lips tenderly. "Libelle," he murmured. "My beloved. My little elf."