Free Sacrificed to the Dragon by Jessie Donovan

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    His human and dragon halves growled in unison and he tightened his grip on her hips. The need to fill her with his seed was overwhelming. Without it, she couldn’t bear his young. And his dragon wanted this female to bear its young.
    He moved faster and faster until the pressure built, and with a few more quick thrusts, he stilled as his dick spent inside of her, each spurt and spasm giving him a higher chance to impregnate her and prevent the other males from stealing her away. While she carried his child, his scent would be branded into her skin.
    As he finished, the chemicals of his semen caused Melanie to cry out in orgasm. His dragon hummed, urging him to flip her over and take her all over again from behind.
    Our female. Again. Fuck her.
    His human-half was still in control by a thread, and Tristan moved to Melanie’s breast, aching to taste her hard, pink nipple before the dragon took over and thought of nothing but fucking the female until she carried their young.
     
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    Melanie had expected Tristan to show up on her doorstep, but she hadn’t been prepared for the way he’d tossed her on the bed, ripped her clothes, and started pounding into her like nothing else mattered.
    Just the sight of his naked body and hard cock when she’d answered the door had sent wetness rushing through her legs. Him tossing her over his shoulder and pressing her breasts and nipples against his back had only aroused her further. So when he thrust his thick, long cock into her, it slid right in, filling her in a way she’d never felt before; full to the point of almost pain.
    He was rough and demanding as he fucked her, but the sensations of his hard cock inside her, his tongue twining with hers, and his rough hands gripping the skin of her hips made her forget about anything but the pleasure.
    Then, as he stilled, she actually felt each hot spurt of semen inside her, quickly followed by the most intense orgasm of her life.
    She didn’t know how long she’d been spasming with lights dancing before her eyes before she felt a wet, hot mouth on her right breast. Tristan teased her nipple with his teeth before sucking it deep in his mouth and swirling the tight bud with his tongue. She let out a cry and raised a hand to his head, threading her fingers through his thick, dark hair. She murmured, “Tristan.”
    At his name, he released her nipple with a pop and looked up at her. His pupils flashed to slits before returning to round; the dragon was close to the surface. In a growly voice, he said, “Again.”
    Since any man she’d been with before had needed time to recover before going another round, she said, “More sex? Already?”
    He nodded as he palmed her breasts and squeezed. Since they were already heavy with desire, the pressure of his fingers on her tender flesh sent a shock to straight between her legs.
    She should be sore and tired, but she felt surprisingly full of energy. And a small part of her wondered what the dragonman would do next. His need to mate must be rubbing off on her; she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life.
    She said, “I’m willing, Tristan. Take me again.”
    He growled and leaned back on his heels. His posture gave her a chance to stare at his thick, still hard cock. How all those inches had fit into her in the first place, she didn’t know. However, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she desperately wanted—no, needed—to feel it inside her again.
    Tristan growled, and between one second and the next, he flipped her over on the mattress. His hands caressed her large, squishy buttocks. His touch was rough and warm, and each slow brush of his fingers was deliberate and made her feel treasured and desired.
    She knew most men liked a big ass to go from behind since it gave them a cushion, but Tristan’s caresses made her feel like he’d been waiting for an ass like hers his entire life.
    Then his hands reached beneath her hips and pulled up her body until she was on her