The Exiled Dragon
The gods could end me now, and I would be the happiest dragon.
Odessa’s hands grew faster, pushing my body to its limit. I would not expel my seed, not until I made my sweet Odessa fill with pleasure first. Again, we rolled on the bed, having me above her. She had touched me in ways I could have never felt without her hands. Now it was my turn. “But,” she wanted to protest as my lips graced hers, pouring all the love I could into her sweet mouth. My hand cupped her cheek, feeling the blood running to her perfectly tinted lips. Odessa wasn’t scared of me. Not once had she ever cowered in fear.