"...don’t make me look at your snake tongue if you have one."

A soft, low chuckle rumbled deep in the dragon’s chest. "I promised I would be gentle, didn’t I? A god does not break his vows, especially not to a protagonist of your caliber."

He didn’t rush. He slid the straps of my top down with an almost reverent slowness, his cool, smooth fingers brushing against my skin and leaving a trail of electric shivers in their wake.

When the rest of my clothes hit the floor, I instinctively tried to shield myself, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly hyper-aware of every single flaw I thought Stephanie had.

But he gently caught my wrists, pulling my hands away with a strength that was unyielding but entirely devoid of aggression. He forced me to stand proud before him.

"Look at me, Stephanie," he commanded softly.

I forced my eyes up, meeting those vertical slits.

"There is no shame in the vessel that is pure," he whispered, his gaze moving over me with a heavy, profound appreciation that had nothing to do with the cheap, crude desires of the human world. To him, I wasn’t just a body. I was the author of a reality. I was his masterpiece.

He moved his hands to his own charcoal coat, shedding the heavy fabric, followed by his shirt, until he stood bare before me. My breath hitched. Even in his human disguise, his chest and torso were lined with faint, shimmering iridescent patterns that looked suspiciously like ancient dragon scales beneath the surface of his skin.

He was breathtaking, terrifying, and utterly magnificent.

He lifted me effortlessly, my light human weight nothing to him, and carried me toward the expansive bed lined with rich, dark silk. When he settled me down against the pillows, the sheer scale of the contrast hit me again. He leaned over me, his massive frame completely eclipsing the view of the city skyline outside.

"If it hurts, tell me," he murmured, his long hair falling forward, brushing against my cheeks like silk threads.

"Just... get on with it, pervert," I whispered, trying to mask my racing heart with my usual bite, but my hands were gripping the silk sheets beneath me for dear life.

He smiled, a surprisingly tender expression, before he leaned down and captured my lips.

The kiss wasn’t primal like that of a beastman who just wanted to have his mate’s body. It was deep, intoxicating, and filled with a strange, ancient magic that slowly began to seep into my veins.

As his tongue slid against mine, the cold, stiff anxiety in my limbs began to melt away, replaced by a heavy, languid warmth that felt like floating in Thalor’s glowing pool.

His hands traveled down my body, tracing the curve of my waist and the line of my hip with a slow, agonizing patience. Every touch felt magnified, every brush of his skin sending a wave of heat straight to my core.

I was feeling it. I was actually feeling it, this warmth and deep seated longing that his soul yearned for.

Then, he brought his fingers down to prepare me properly. Since it was my first time, he couldn’t just rush it. He needed to make sure I was well stretched out if I was going to take him in.

He hadn’t taken off his pants yet so I haven’t seen what he’s packing but something tells me it’ll be no inferior to Fenric’s cock.

The thought sent a sudden, frantic spike of panic through my brain, but before I could dwell on the intimidating physics of a dragon’s cock, his fingers slipped inside me.

​I gasped, my entire body locking up against the mattress as the unfamiliar sensation hit. It was cool, and smooth. But he didn’t just push his fingers in; he moved them slowly, swirling, and stretching me out with an agonizingly gentle patience that made my toes curl into the silk sheets.

​"Relax, little bird," he murmured against my lips, his breath smelling faintly of ozone and rain. "Let the friction warm you."

​I couldn’t even manage a witty comeback. My hips involuntarily twitched against his hand as the initial tight ache began to give way to a heavy, throbbing wetness.

The internal warmth he was building was ancient, and entirely consuming, expanding inside me until my pussy felt heavy, soft, and desperately ready. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

​Satisfied with my slick compliance, he finally drew his hand back.

​He shifted, his long scale-patterned legs framing mine as he unfastened his pants, letting them slide to the floor. I forced my eyes down, my breath instantly catching in my throat as I finally saw what he was packing.

​Jeez. My internal calculations hadn’t been wrong. It was thick, heavy, and lined with a faint, iridescent sheen that matched the patterns on his chest. Were those... scales?

His cock looked utterly terrifying for a human frame, but as he settled it between my thighs, the sheer, intoxicating aura of his presence made my legs part for him naturally.

​He leaned down, his broad shoulders completely blocking out the dim light of the apartment as he pressed his forehead against mine.

​"Look at me, Stephanie," he whispered, his golden vertical slits widening until they practically swallowed the irises. "Hold my gaze."

​I locked my eyes onto his, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he guided his cock against my entrance. The moment he pushed forward, sinking slowly but relentlessly into my tight, prepared pussy, a sharp, ragged sob tore from my chest.

It felt like my entire reality was being stretched to its absolute breaking point as he broke past my hymen. The sheer mass of him filled me completely, a pressure that made my hips shudder and ache at the same time.

I shut my eyes tight, my body going rigid.

It hurts.

​The Dragon God stopped immediately, his hands clutching my waist with an unyielding grip to keep himself from moving.

A low, powerful vibration began to rumble deep within his chest—a literal draconic purr that echoed straight into my bones, numbing the sharp sting of my broken virginity until it dissolved into a deep, radiating heat.

​"Breathe," he commanded softly, his lips brushing the tears from my cheek. "The toll is taken. Let the old world fade."

​I tried to breathe, trying not to think of the pain of his cock stretching my insides and tried to adjust. As the pain melted into a heavy, pulsing ache, he finally began to move.

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