[She is ready…] He reported. [Let us proceed… another… inch…]
He felt it, the microscopic stretch of her cunt yielding to him, the way William's draconian ridges and his own textured plane worked together in harmony to coax her open.
Her body resisted, just for a heartbeat, just enough to make him feel like a conqueror breaching the gates of a kingdom that had never been taken. Then it gave, surrendered. Welcomed him deeper with a wet, clutching flutter that made his toes curl and his breath catch in his throat.
"Mmmm—hh…" Cecilia whimpered against Oathran's chest, the sound like a pulse of warm honey. Her fingers curled against the dragon's skin, her nails leaving faint crescents on his pectorals, and both cocks claimed the next inch at the same time.
William's head reached that spot. The sensitive bundle of nerves just behind her clit, right inside the entrance, the place that made her vision spark and her thighs tremble.
