Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: He Felt Every Goddamn Second Of It

She was not expecting the fire to feel like THAT.

Heat pooled in her stomach and between her thighs, in a way that made her gasp then arch.

Pressure closed in from every direction and she could no longer see the surface, fully submerged.

Maddox’s gold fire surged bright. It felt like his hands and mouth everywhere at once.

"What..."

Her nipples tightened into painful points as the flame licked and sucked at them from within. Lower, it slid between her legs, thick and insistent, stroking her sensitive bud.

Then it did something she wasn’t expecting or prepared for.

It pushed inside of her, as large as Maddox was in real life, thrusting straight into her core. A shocked moan tore from her throat as she clenched around the sudden, burning fullness.

Through the fire she felt him. His fears, raw hunger, and love for her. The flame moved like he was there with her, deep and desperate, as if he were pumping himself into her.

Right before she was about to orgasm, it stopped. All of it. At once.

For a moment, she was suspended in fire, disoriented, but not burning.

She shook her head once, and began to swim.

The motion was wrong. Fire did not behave like water, and her body kept expecting resistance that came from the wrong direction.

The other flames swarmed her in a hungry mass. Touching her hair, sucking the mark on her neck. They grew bolder the longer she swam. A purple flame stroked her clit. A silver flame was kneading her breasts. A red flame tried to push into her.

She stopped swimming, then heard a roar. Gold surged brighter around her and the other colors immediately recoiled.

Then it started slamming into her core again, claiming every inch they tried to steal. The pleasure was building again faster this time.

"Fuck, this is hard."

She said it to no one, and continued moving through the sea while her body was ravished. It seemed to work harder the more she tried to ignore it.

It was kind of adorable in a very messed up way.

After a good minute of trying to swim, she lost the fight. A wild, desperate sound left her throat as she gave herself over to it. Her hands flew to her hair, her eyes shut, and her hips fucked him back harder than she’d ever done it in real life. Harder than she knew she was capable of.

This time it brought her to a peak and didn’t stop. Her body convulsed for at least a minute. She lost track of time and the fact that the other flames watched this occur. If they had eyes, that is.

Was this normal? She honestly didn’t know. No. This was insane. There was no way that old man knew what the hell this was. None.

She started to swim again.

Orbs of different colors were suspended in the flame. Each one pulsed with the signature of a dragon. She ignored them.

Then she heard his voice.

Guinevere.

Once. Clear and warm and unmistakable in a sea of fire and whispers. Coming from somewhere ahead and below, deeper in the flame.

She dove.

The pressure increased. The fumes thickened. Her lungs were burning, and her vision had narrowed to a tunnel.

The orb was there.

Floating in the deepest part of the flame ocean, surrounded by gold so concentrated it was nearly white. It pulsed in time with a heartbeat she knew better than her own.

She reached for it, and her fingers closed around it.

It pulsed once in her hand. Warm. Alive. The same warmth she had felt when she ran through his column of fire in the forest. The same warmth that had rolled over her fur and found her in the dark of the pit minutes ago.

Then the merge began.

The orb shattered inward and the flame entered her through her palm and her wrist and her veins and her bones. It was warm at first. That quickly turned into boiling.

The pain that consumed her kept growing, moving beyond anything she had a framework for. Beyond silver chains, broken ribs, and the shift that had shattered her skeleton.

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