Chapter 22: Chapter 22

SILVER

I can’t help but get a silly thought, and I grin up at Storm, deciding to tease him.

“Really, Storm, do you have to remind me in this moment that you’re an old and ~ancient~ brute? I would rather keep thinking you are young and not old—”

His hand moves from my breast and covers my lips as he narrows his eyes, his face unreadable as he tries to meet my gaze, his other hand halting over my pussy, so close…but I’ve stopped him.

I’m starting to regret that.

“I can still choose to punish you, pipsqueak; don’t tempt my hand.”

Storm releases my lips but shoves a finger in my mouth, pulling to the side against the corner of my lips and pressing into my cheek.

I can’t talk; I look ridiculous…but it feels really, weirdly good in a loss-of-control sort of way…and Storm seems to think this is quite satisfying.

“This mouth, this body…this…” One of his fingers slides across my pussy and spreads the first hints of wetness. “It’s no longer yours now that you are mine.”

His finger leaves my mouth, and I huff out an irritated breath.

“I am still unclaimed.” I challenge him with my eyes. “A finger is not a—”

Storm starts laughing again, and I blush brightly.

“What? I—I am just trying to be ~honest~!” I declare loudly enough while slamming my palm against his chest, creating literally no impact except a sting to my own palm.

“Mm-hmm.” Storm stops laughing to continue smiling down at me. “Honest, innocent, and stupid like a child!”

“I just want to know what you’ll…when you’ll…~fuck me~,” I finish, answering him not quite directly, but with the flash in his eyes, I know he’s heard it.

~“Be careful what you wish for,”~ Storm answers me in kind, and his humor is all gone now.

His smile and amused eyes are replaced with a determined lust and curiosity.

I watch as he leans back onto his knees, slips his hands under my own, and then turns me so I have to spin and…suddenly I’m on my elbows and knees, with my face shoved into the pillow as he pushes me forward roughly.

“Foreplay,” Storm starts, and I quickly raise my head out of the pillow.

“Foreplay! I’ve heard of it many times…but, I admit, I don’t know what it means,” I state passionately because I am eager to learn.

“If you didn’t interrupt me, I would have explained by now.” Storm sounds extremely exasperated, like he can’t quite understand how little I know.

But I guess seven hundred years of knowledge would make my eighteen years truly seem like a baby.

“Foreplay”—Storm slaps a hand onto my ass in a punishing thwack—“is to create a nice, warm flow of your juices…so I can slide my cock into your sheath and pound it repeatedly, with ease, while you lie and wriggle and moan with comfort.”

~“I am enlightened,”~ I reply through the mind-link as he shoves me forward so my cheek is in the pillow once more.

“Shut up, or I’ll never show you what it’s like to get your sheath filled.”

Storm leans his hips into my butt, and I gasp in pure delight as I feel a hot, long length slip across the outside of my pussy.

And then he pulls away.

I wait for him to return, but he does not.

“No!” I cry out in complaint and glance over my shoulder again, thinking he has misted away. But he is there; he is simply waiting for me to check, and he is grinning with satisfaction.

“You old bastard!” I insult him, and he slowly leans down and plants a kiss to both my butt cheeks while I watch. “Grrr!”

Then I feel a scrape of teeth as he bites me, and I cry out as I feel the skin tear and a drop of warm blood spills out, dripping down my ass and then my thigh.

“Careful, pipsqueak. Don’t forget I am still a Dragon… I don’t rush my favorite meals,” Storm warns me, and I push my butt out toward him, hoping he’ll take me.

Instead, I feel his hand between my legs, teasing over my clit and the hood, rubbing in circles, some movements gentle and some rough.

“Please?” I beg, muffled into the pillow as I tense my hips into his torturous touch.

And just as I relax into it, and I feel more of my juices leaking out, his thumb leaves my clit, and instead, I feel two strong hands grasp my thighs, coming around the front and holding the inner skin, pulling my legs apart suddenly.

Storm doesn’t open me a little, he stretches me as far as my flexible legs will allow, and then he pushes in his own thighs to hold mine open and to keep them apart.

Storm then presses his hand on the small of my back and leans down, placing his second hand over the nape of my neck to keep my head down.

“~Are you ready, sweet little one~?” he asks, genuinely curious but also full of lust.

“~Yes~,” I cry out back to him while my whole body feels like it is squeezing, twisting, and clenching in anticipation, when really, I am held as still as Storm wants me to be.

“Good girl.” Storm pulls back, and I feel his cock slide across my juices, gathering them, and then he pushes forward, extremely smoothly…

He’s lined up like he’s done it a thousand times, and it is perfect precision on his part.

His large cock hits the small entrance to my pussy and slips inside. He doesn’t do it slow or fast, he simply slips in at a steady and slow to medium-fast rate.

With each passing moment, I feel fuller and tighter, until I have to suck in a breath…

And he keeps stretching me open, still plowing his way into my depths with his very first stroke, burying in until he hits the end, and I am completely full.

The pain is nonexistent as the brand on my hand seems to absorb any normal pain most virgins feel at such a humongous invasion.

Instead, all I can feel is an intense pleasure rippling through me as my pussy automatically clenches on its own, on and off the hot rob still buried inside me.

“Congratulations, ill-advised pipsqueak…”

Storm starts to pull out, and when the shaft is about to leave my body, he halts and adds before thrusting back in, “Now you know what it feels like to be possessed completely.”