“Pre-seed, huh?” Dra’vik growled, frowning.
“Please, let me have it—if you won’t breed me, let me suck you!” Iyanna couldn’t believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but the need growing inside her made her absolutely shameless. “Please,” she begged the big Drake. “Please, I need something or I’m going to lose it!”
“All right, little girl, if you think it’ll help…”
Reaching down, he unfastened the magno-tabs that held his tight leather trousers closed. Then he reached in and pulled out the biggest cock Iyanna had ever seen in her life.
“Holy shit!” she whispered. She had known from the size of the bulge in his trousers that it must be huge, but it was seriously ridiculously big—bigger than any porn star she’d ever seen—that was for sure!
And it wasn’t just big—it was unusual.
The shaft of it had the same reddish-gold scales as the rest of his body but the large, plum-shaped head was smooth skin, like the palms of his hands and his lips. And there was another area without scales at the bottom—a swelling around the base of his shaft.
The shaft itself had short, horizontal ridges on it—on both the top and the bottom surface. Iyanna remembered reading something about Monstrum Kindred having “pleasure ridges” meant to give a woman extra stimulation. Was that what those were?
But as fascinating as his anatomy was, it was the gleaming bead of precum which had gathered on the tip of the broad head that drew her eyes the most. Feeling a hunger she couldn’t describe, Iyanna leaned over and lapped it away with her tongue. It tasted like melted cinnamon candy, just like his kisses—she was instantly addicted.
Dra’vik groaned deep in his chest and put a hand on her back as though to caution her.
“Be careful licking that area, little girl,” he growled hoarsely. “You’ll stick yourself with my Breeding Barb if you don’t watch out.”
“Breeding Barb?” Iyanna asked, frowning. But his warnings couldn’t stop her for long. Without waiting for an answer, she began stroking the huge shaft with both hands, pumping him up and down to coax more precum to the slit and the tip of the head.
Dra’vik groaned again, watching with half-lidded eyes as she worked him.
“Gods, little girl, hope you don’t hate either me or yourself once that damn mush you ate wears off,” he remarked in a strained voice as she continued to stroke and suck him.
Iyanna looked up for a moment.
“Why would I? Didn’t you just spend half an hour going down on me before we came here tonight?” she demanded.
“Yeah, but I wasn’t drugged,” he growled. “At least, not by anything but your scent, little girl. Fucking love the way you smell.”
As a matter of fact, Iyanna liked the way he smelled as well. More than liked it. His hot, bonfire and masculine spice scent was even stronger here and it was so good—she felt dizzy inhaling it and the more she did, the hotter she got. As she leaned over the big Drake’s lap, she could feel her nipples getting tighter and her pussy even wetter. God, she wanted him so much! But if this was all he would allow her to do, she would take it.
As she sucked and lapped the broad head, she ran her hands up and down his rigid shaft. His scales were smooth and warm and his big cock was hard and pulsing as she wrapped her fingers as far as she could around him—which wasn’t very far. She wanted to explore him—wanted to know every bit of him with her hands and mouth and tongue.
Her fingers wandered lower and found the thick swelling at the base of his shaft.
“That’s my Bonding Knot, little girl,” Dra’vik growled as she explored the swelling. “Better be careful with it.”
Iyanna looked up for a moment.
“Why? Is it delicate? Is this the Monstrum version of balls? Er, testicles?”
He barked a laugh.
“No, I have regular balls, too—they’re just still in my trousers.” He nodded down at his black leather trousers, which were only open enough to release his shaft.
“Then what’s the point of it?” Iyanna asked curiously, still stroking the swelling that ran around the base of his shaft.
The big Drake’s eyes grew half-lidded.
“The point of a Bonding Knot is to tie you to me when I breed you, little girl,” he growled softly. “If I was going to—which I’m not. But if I did, once my knot slipped into your pussy, it would swell to fill your pussy mouth and tie us together for hours. That way I could breed you all night long.”
“Oh…” His words sent a shiver of longing through her entire body and her pussy throbbed with emptiness. The only thing that seemed to help was tasting his precum—somehow the hot cinnamon flavor of it soothed the burning ache inside her…a little, anyway.