Free Magical Acts: (Skeleton Key) by Michele Bardsley, Skeleton Key

night half over, they needed to complete the mating ritual. Or she would lose her mage forever.
    “Natalie, you should know that our mating magically binds us. You will never love another. You will never desire another.”
    “I will be yours.” She cupped his face, and as she did so, his flesh rippled. Blue scales erupted, their sharp edges slicing her fingertips. He hissed and tried to scrabble out of her embrace. “No!” She held on, and though he had the strength to pull away, he stayed.
    She watched as the monster form overtook him. His gaze never left hers. With every movement, every change, she loved him more. He had seen her beauty, and he could not hide his own—not even under dark blue scales.
    Within moments, she held not a mage, but nearly a dragon. He was twice the size of his human form, but he had a tail and wings. His clothing had shredded, leaving him naked. Gleaming scales covered every inch of his body. Well, every inch except his ball sac and the very large blue cock, which jutted proudly. Iridescent scales covered every inch of his skin. Even though he wore a monster’s skin, he was still tall and muscular. And he still had the heart of a man.
    “Now, you know,” he said in a growly voice. “You can still leave.”
    “Shut up,” said Natalie. “And mark me.”
    “I must bite you on the neck. There will be pain and magic—”
    “And love.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her soft form against his scaled body. “Make me yours, Auron.”
    Growling, her mage gently pushed Natalie out of his embrace. He placed her behind one of the chairs that face the fireplace. He took her hands and placed them on the top. “Hold on to this.”
    She bent over, clutched the chair, and spread her legs. Auron left her there, gasping and terrified and thrilled. When he returned, he kneeled and crawled under her. With his long, spiky tongue he licked and suckled her nipples until they were turgid. Her nipples throbbed as wicked desire pinged from her breasts to her swollen womanhood.
    “Natalie. My beautiful Natalie,” rasped Auron.
    He moved behind her and kneeled. She felt the ginger touch of one scaly finger as it penetrated her sex. She sucked in a shaky breath as that thick, rough finger gently probed her tender depths. He pushed in a second digit, allowing a few seconds for her to adjust to the feel of his asperous fingers infiltrating her. One scaly hand grasped her ass. His talons dug into her hip, his rough scales pressed flat against her flesh as he drove deeper inside her.
    “You’re so wet,” Auron said in a very sexy growl.
    “For you,” she whispered, aching deeply for his ingress. She’d be a fool not to be scared. Even so, the idea of being filled by Auron completely made her burn hot.
    “Are you ready?” He removed his fingers from her wet, ready sex.
    “I want you, Auron. Forever.”
    He placed a soft kiss at the base of her spine. His leathery lips and scaly skin made her shiver. Then he rose. Natalie kept hold of the railing, even though her palms were perspiring and fingers started to cramp. She wanted to please Auron. And she wanted to free him.
    She felt him position himself behind her. Fear and need wove together in a mystifying desire that clutched at her.
    Sensation.
    Wonderful, terrible sensation.
    Panting with need, she still felt a zap of cold fear. She trusted Auron, but she wasn’t sure if she could handle the requirements of his mark. What if she failed him?
    With an effort, she loosened up, widening her stance, readying herself accept Auron’s hard cock.
    She felt the tip of his shaft tease her entrance. She wanted, no needed, to feel his cock buried inside her.
    Auron sheathed himself fully inside her.
    For a long minute, they gathered their breath, their energy. Joined in the most intimate way possible, pain and passion combined and tore down all the barriers, both physical and emotional.
    Auron wrapped an arm around her stomach to steady himself.