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“I’m going to breed him fucking raw,” he rasped. “And then I’m going to take you, little kitten.”
“Mmm, you taste so good, little one,” he murmured. “I’m going to use some magic on you to keep you from….” “Dying?” I rasped, trying to buck my hips against him.
I could feel it, the threads of fate binding our hearts together.
Dracon wanted someone he could care for. That he could feed and make love to and nest with.
There were three things Mr. Dragon-Bastard didn’t know about me. One, I refused to be degraded as human. Two, I wasn’t going to be commanded like a dog. Three, I knew kung fu.
“You want to be my little slut?” I growled mercilessly.
“You’re a little brat. You think you’re so strong, but I could snap you in two. Your bones would become powder under my jaws. I could rip you in half just with the full size of my dragon cock.”
“You taste…” he moaned, getting every last drop from his mouth, “…like a little sip of sin. Absolute perfection.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck. “You’re such a good girl, cumming around my knot. I can feel you dripping out. I can feel your entire body taking me, drinking my seed. Yielding to me.”
Biscuit stared into my soul as the girl droned on about how amazing she was. I was now convinced Satan had a long lost pet, and this was it.
