Drakkon part 22 AND 23

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LUCKY

Over the next few days, we try our best to avoid the elephant in the room. At the end of the week, we’re supposed to try having sex again, and the clock is ticking.

Drakkon is the best at acting normally. He talks to me about all sorts of things to distract me, and although I try to engage, I often space out. I get better with every passing day, but I don’t have many left.

All I know is that I won’t back out, because this is something I want, even if I’m fearful.

As I have lunch, I sit by the window and stare outside. A few cannibals run across the street. I recognize them because they wear necklaces of human teeth. Although I’m not visible from this angle and Drakkon is nearby, I still feel like digging a hole and hiding. They’re terrifying people, maybe more so than the wild dragons.

This world is a nightmare. We need to get better by ending this apocalypse. It’s all up to me.

Later that evening, we get a second visitor. There’s a dot far on the horizon. A dragon flying in the sky. I don’t know why there’s so much activity lately, but it’s unnerving.

Drakkon tells me we should be safe in this building, and I believe him. As I lie down at night, I realize I didn’t dread having sex with him today. I was too distracted by the horrors outside. His presence only comforted me.

The next day, he surprises me. He brings home a game board he found while he was hunting and asks me to teach him how to play. The next few hours are spent laughing and teasing. I wind up sitting beside the big guy, our thighs touching as I try to soothe his bruised ego.

After a stretch of comfortable silence, our eyes meet. His are patient but wary. There’s no lust in his expression. He’s too guarded. This only makes me fall for him more, because he cares more about protecting me than getting in my pants.

The day comes all too soon, and I’m convinced Drakkon is more nervous than I am. The enormous, broad-shouldered male is tense, his eyes erratic as he looks for signs that I’m upset.

There are butterflies in my lower belly, and tension throughout the rest of me. I try to focus on my body to keep the memories of pain at bay. They sneak up on me sometimes, but I remind myself that when I’m with Drakkon, I’m the safest I can be.

When he goes out to hunt, he’s gone for longer than usual. This unnerves me because I fear he’s in trouble, but he’s likely just stalling.

I take a bath with warm water to calm my nerves. Part of me wants to lie down with him at night where we can’t see each other, but that would be cowardly.

I change into one of his tunics, and it drapes over me. My short hair is tied back, and my fingers are in knots.

When Drakkon arrives, he first goes upstairs to drop off a meal to the older dragon keeping watch. I can hear his footsteps shuffling around, my heartbeat in sync with them.

I stand by the window with my arms crossed over my chest, my hardened nipples stark against the tunic. I’m not aroused, just anxious about what’s coming.

As soon as Drakkon enters the room, his eyes widen, and the hold on his bag loosens. Rare signs of vulnerability. He knows what my intentions are— we both knew the day was coming.

“Hello Lucky,” he regards me carefully, not stepping further in.

“Hey. Can you come here?”

He stays in his place, taking me in carefully. After a long minute, he drops the bag and takes a step, and then another. By the time he’s in front of me, hovering over, my breast is visibly trembling from how hard my heart beats.

“Do you wish for me to go?” He asks. “I can hear your heart.”

Not finding the words to reply, I step closer until we’re an inch apart, my hands holding onto his stuff shoulders. I rise on my tippy toes and try to keep a calm expression.

Drakkon’s brow is furrowed. This is the most premeditated encounter we’ve had yet. It couldn’t be any more unnatural, but I want to keep going. We can find each other along the way— I know we can. Then, everything will hopefully melt away.

Our lips meet, and I squeeze his shoulders. His lips are still, and mine are so pursed that they’re pruned. I push myself to relax until our lips are slack. My body warms all over. Not even my anxiety can block how he feels against me. Strong and sturdy, beckoning me to melt against him so he can take over and cradle me in his strong embrace. With every breath I take, every memory of his sweet caresses and words, it becomes easier.

I move my lips, favoring his bottom lip. Drakkon slowly but surely gives in. His arms remain by his sides, but his lips have caved into the dance. He’s gentle, and this only serves as a temptation for me to want more. I push my toes to their limit to get more.

He tastes so good. The passion is building; the desires flaring. I flatten our chests together, and that’s all he needs to lose control. His arms come around me, hugging me to support my weight. His lips leave mine and trail to my neck. I stare at the ceiling, eyes hazy and lips parted as I breathe hot puffs of air. Drakkon is overheating me. The tunic I wear that once felt protective is now suffocating.

He kisses and licks my neck until there’s no doubt I’m marked with his scent, and then he returns to my lips. His lips speed up, asking for more. I’m so focused on keeping up with his tongue that I’m only vaguely aware of the hands trailing down to my butt.

I’ve never made out with a man, but beside my inexperience, my hunger for Drakkon brings an instinct out of me I didn’t know I possessed. I’m a different woman in his arms.

His hand touches the back of my thigh, briefly breaking my trance. He’s getting closer to where he was when he hurt me.

As if knowing of my distraction, his hand hovers there, gently caressing the skin. Minute by minute, he conquers a higher inch of skin until he reaches the gentle curve of my right cheek.

“Lucky,” he whispers against my lips with a raspy voice that nearly makes my knees give out until the only thing supporting me is the hand he has on my butt.

“Let me make you feel good.”

I don’t answer with words, but a shudder.

Both of his hands slip under my skirt, trailing until the tunic is bunched at my hips. Our eyes remain connected. His irises lighter, mine darker with desire.

I keep panting, my lungs needing more oxygen permeated by the scent of him.

Both of his hands are on my cheeks now, kneading and massaging. There’s warmth at my core, tickling my inner thigh as some slides down the skin.

Drakkon’s hand reaches lower, sliding between my cheeks from the back until he finds the crotch of my panties.

With my breath hitched, I watch as this dragon unravels me.

He slides the seams of my panties to the left, watching me for any sign of fear. Then, his fingers are there— at the undeniable proof of my attraction; the wet sex that begs to moisten his mouth.

I flush, because I feel so open. His wrist is between my cheeks, parting them wide until I feel a stretch on my star. Then there’s his index finger– circling my entrance, making it pulse for what could be.

He stays there for a while, stalking that hole that is so small it should have no business wanting him, but still dares to leak and throb its desire.

Drakkon knows what he’s doing. He’s teasing me, waiting for me to break and beg for it so there’s no space for fear. This warrior dragon can expertly work anything with his hands– a battle, a woman’s body.

I give him what he wants.

“Drakkon,” I whisper. A silent plea, the dullest mating call. He hears it, though, and he doesn’t let me go unheard and untreated. His fingers trail higher until they find my clit. He’s gentle at first, but with every rub to the engorged nub, he increases the pressure.

I want more. I have never known greed until I was in the arms of this man.

“Drakkon,” I repeat minutes later.

With a rumble that shakes his chest, he picks me up by the hips and carries me to bed. To add to my frustration, he slowly undoes the ties of my tunic until it falls apart and bares my nudity.

He enjoys the sight for a few moments, and I would be unnerved by the attention if it weren’t for the way he licks his lips. Although I’m thin and only the thicker girls are considered attractive in post-apocalyptic Earth, Drakkon makes me feel feminine and desirable.

He leans down and kisses my belly once, and that’s all. He hovers his face over my sex, breathing hot hair into it, until I consider thrusting my hips up to feed myself to him.

When he descends, I nearly cry out in relief. He kisses the top of my hood and smirks into me when I grunt with frustration.

My thighs are re-arranged over his shoulders, and my hands instinctively reach for his hair. I know what’s coming, and I’ll need something to grip onto as I get the ride of my life.

Drakkon descends, his tongue flattening on everything he can reach. His licking is methodical and repetitive, but still trigger varying bolts of pleasure. I bite my lip and grip onto his hair tightly, as if that would help me contain my cries. It doesn’t. The more he laps at me, the more I hiss and moan.

He has learned what to do with my clit. He has mastered my body without entering it.

The filthy, devious dragon spits between my thighs, and then sweeps in to clean his mess, lapping wildly like he just spilled liquid gold on me. The newfound pressure and the sweet licks to my most sensitive bits have me digging my heels into the bed. My orgasm climbs my body, tearing me apart although it hasn’t arrived.

After just three minutes eating from me, Drakkon has me encasing his head with my thighs and screaming into my palm.

I sag into the mattress, my thighs unlocking around him. He stays down there for a few seconds, resting his head against my thigh. Then, after a final lick that makes me jolt, he climbs up until he’s on all fours on top of me.

My body slightly tenses, because I know what’s coming. Drakkon’s lips find mine, and they melt all the tension away. It’s interesting tasting myself on his lips, but I don’t pull away.

His large palm finds my small breast and kneads it until I’m leaking between my thighs all over again.

“Lucky,” he calls for me with the darkest voice I’ve ever heard.

“Yes?”

“Do you trust me?”

The answer is instant. “Yes.”

He pulls away and keeps his eyes on me as he undresses. I keep my gaze on his face, adoring his puffed pink lips that still glisten with my slick.

When he’s naked, he braces himself over me with one hand, and adjusts himself with his free hand. When his tip touches my hot, wet entrance, I stutter a breath.

Drakkon kisses my forehead and doesn’t press on. He rubs himself against me until he’s covered in me. The pressure feels delicious, sparking post-orgasm throbs that have my knees falling apart in a silent beg for more.

He pleases me with his tip for a few minutes, but we know we can’t do this forever.

“I will enter you now,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

I nod and take a deep breath.

He presses in, and after just a few inches, I’m tapping out. “W-wait.”

He pauses instantly.

I remind myself to relax my muscles, and I touch his shoulders to feel his warmth.

Drakkon retreats. He thrusts just a few inches in and out of me, and although I’m too overwhelmed to enjoy the thrusts, I love the emotions that cross his face. Tendons bulge in his neck, and his jaw is locked in place. His chest vibrates with grunts, and his nostrils flare. Seeing him become undone by fucking just two inches of my pussy drives me crazy. I could stare forever.

This goes on for a while. He adds more inches over time, never losing his rock-hard erection, until he’s half-way seated inside me. He lets me look between my thighs to appreciate our connection. I thought the most beautiful sight on Earth was a sunset until I saw Drakkon’s cock inside of me.

There’s some pain and soreness, but Drakkon finds a way to distract me from it. His thumb strokes my clit as he thrusts, training my pussy to take everything he offers.

I love being under him. Pussy full of cock, my mouth full of tongue. He stretches me to my limits, and the tension I used to fear is beginning to excite me.

Drakkon pulls out until only two inches are submerged. He’s done with his slow, calm pace. With quick thrusts, he fills and empties me, fucking me with his tip until I’m left pulsing around him.

He’s careful to not thrust too deep with this pace, and that makes me all the wilder.

Just this dosage of cock he’s giving me is enough to have me squirming under him. How will I survive the rest of it? The man will nail me into the wall.

His eyes flicker from my face to my breasts, taking it all in as he fucks me. I watch with complete admiration as he palms my belly as if to make sure I’m not going anywhere, and growls ferociously to the ceiling. His body temperature surges, and hot, thick liquid dispenses on my belly.

I look down and find his seed on me, creating a small pool in my belly button.

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His eyes stay on my belly, and a lazy grin lightens his face. He likes what he sees, it seems.

Although I’m nude, I feel relaxed, because my fears didn’t come true. I’m not scarred for life or ‘broken’. I can enjoy being with Drakkon, taking it one step at a time to lovingly please each other.

I should have never doubted him. He’s perfect.

“You did so good, Lucky.” He kisses my hip bone.

“I am proud of you.”

I sit up, and feel my face heat when the seed on my belly drips down my womb and between my legs. Drakkon watches, licking his lips. “Your cunt is another world. So tight and warm. Pure sweetness.”

“Drakkon…” I try to scold him, but I’m secretly pleased with what I’m hearing.

He helps me up, although I’ll admit my legs were a bit shaky. Drakkon supports my weight, sweetly concerned, until I can stand on my own. He disappears briefly, and I spend that time trying to re-teach my legs how to walk.

He reruns with a wet rag and cleans me up. Once I’m in a new set of clothes, we sit by the window, his arm around me.

I recall what we were just doing, and the more sounds and touches I remember, the less confident I feel looking at him. For fucks sake, I had been so loud and needy!

I feel the same. There’s no magestic ‘glow’ that graduates me from virgin to a throroughly dragon-fucked woman. What I do feel is my heart beating harder for him. I think I love him, or rapidly getting there.

“Do you think the old man heard us?” Drakkon asks, to my horror.

I cover my face and groan my humiliation. “I hope not. I’d rather become a cannibal’s lunch.”

Drakkon smirks, his arm hugging me tighter. “If you want to get eaten, ask and I shall eat you again.”

I walked right into that one.

Having no comeback, I huff and look away to preserve my pride, but he slaps a heavy kiss on my cheek, neck, and chest that I can’t help but break into laughter.

Turns out that the older dragon didn’t notice our shenanigans last night. When we have dinner as a group, all he talks about with Drakkon is his patrolling reports. He asked me if I have been eating well, and that was the end of that.

They come to the conclusion that it’s time to relocate. We’ve been here for too long, and it’s never a good idea to linger. We plan, pack, and get moving the next day.

When I asked Drakkon why we couldn’t leave that same day, he says he wants to give me time to recover. His exact words were “we must let the fire between your legs settle before we move.”

The cocky animal knows exactly what he did to me.

We set out early in the morning. It’s colder than usual, a storm underway. Drakkon keeps me warm by only entwining our hands together. We sneak knowing looks at each other, our dirty little memories making me giddy. I can’t wait to make more.

We wind up at an abandoned botanical garden, the place overgrown with plants. It’s beautiful here. Although the offices are run down, they’re insulated enough to protect us from the incoming storm.

Drakkon was unimpressed. He was looking for a more secure spot, but took one look at my face and decided we’ll camp here. He doesn’t want to disappoint me, and that makes me swoon. I decide that a day of separation is long enough, and that I’m going to make him feel good.

I’m excited at the thought, but know that when the moment comes I’ll be nervous. That’s alright. Drakkon has shown me that he’ll make it worth the nerves.

I giggle and Drakkon looks at me, smiling as if the sound of my laughter is the best thing he’s ever heard. It’s sweet, making my decision firmer to make sure he’s the one that can’t walk next time we’re together.

We spend the afternoon setting up camp.

Drakkon goes hunting, and I prepare materials and the remaining spices to put a meal together. He comes to camp late, so I help him skin the meat and take over cooking to let him rest. He never complains about fatigue, but lets me do my cooking because he knows that it’s important to me to contribute. I can’t imagine what it’s like for him to go out nearly every day to fight nature and the elements to feed us.

Deciding that sex would be a distraction when he deserves rest, I let him be.

He surprised me in the morning by waking me up early and asking me to go on a walk with him. A little morning date. He feeds me fruits as we go, and I’m convinced I’m falling for this man faster than a meteorite onto Earth.

“Can I tell you something?”

He nods and stuffs another sliced apple into my mouth. I chew, but before I can say my next sentence, he stuffs another fruit into my mouth.

“Drakkon,” I whine.

“You must eat. Too thin.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re too thin,” he repeats. “If I were to fuck you at full force, you would break in half.”

That doesn’t sound like such a horrific idea right now.

To hide my filthy thought, I stuff four strawberries into my mouth and Drakkon says, “good girl.”

I nearly choke on my mouthful.

“What were you going to tell me?” He asks when I’ve ended my coughing fit.

“I wanted to thank you. I don’t know if I’ve communicated this well enough, but you make me feel safe and loved. The last time we…” I pause to find the right words. “Laid together, it was nice. Thank you for being patient with me.”

“Lucky, you do not have to thank me for these things. They are basic decencies you deserve.”

He doesn’t understand that women aren’t treated like queens across the planet. Nowadays, a girl must search far and wide for a considerate male.

“Is there something else on your mind?” He asks.

“Well…”

He looks concerned and raises the bowl. “Are the fruits not sweet enough? I will go get more. Wait here and—“

“No!” I interject. “Skies, no. I’ve had enough fruit. I wanted to say that I’m ready for the next… round?”

His brow creases. “Next round of food? Of course. Let us go get the meat and—“

“No.” I Interject again. Why doesn’t he get that the only meat I’m interested in is his?

I feel uncomfortable asking, because although I enjoy sex and it’s healthy for our relationship, it has only been mere days since he last entered me.

“Can I make you feel good?”

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