"This time, you have to make sure I’m wet, okay?"

"Wet?" Caspian asked, though not oblivious of what it meant, just oblivious of the reason.

"Yes. If you want to make sure I enjoy it, then you have to prepare me properly with your fingers or your mouth. You can’t be too rough, and..."

"I’ll do it, Hana," he said, and she hand chopped his head, silencing him.

"Let me finish, Lizard." She said and watched him sulk again.

He was always so impatient, so hot-blooded.

"You have to make sure I’m well spread to be able to take that..." She looked at his scaly cock. "Thing. If you put it in and it hurts from the start, I won’t enjoy it at all. It’ll only be uncomfortable for me."

Caspian swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to her inner thighs where Kulu’s fresh red wing mark stood out against her pale skin.

His jaw clenched for a second, but he quickly forced the irritation down. He wanted her to like this. He wanted her to choose him over the others, even if it was just for this one round.

​"I understand," he whispered, his voice deep and raspy. "I’ll be gentle."

Ah, the most famous line in the book. Hana thought.

Caspian hovered over her on the damp moss, his massive shadow blocking out the morning sun. He looked incredibly out of place, trying to be careful, his huge hands trembling slightly as he reached down.

Slowly, he parted her knees, his touch surprisingly light as his fingers brushed against the soft skin of her thighs.

​Hana watched him. Her hand rested on her slightly swollen belly, her fingers digging in slightly as the cool mountain breeze hit her damp skin and her clitoris.

​Caspian leaned down, his naturally hot breath fanning over her lower stomach before he pressed his lips to her skin.

He began to kiss his way down, avoiding Kulu’s mark entirely, until his mouth reached her core, right where her clit was already twitching in anticipation, and ​Hana’s breath hitched.

​His tongue was hot and rough. He didn’t rush. He used his tongue to slowly flick her clitoris a few times before he noticed how her inner walls were beginning to throb.

Then, he freed her clit from the torment and brought his tongue down a little bit, licking and swirling at the entrance before sticking it in.

The taste was... unique. He had never tasted anything like it, but sure enough, it was Hana’s fluids. It had her scent and made him crave more.

His tongue messed with her inside, sending a sort of pleasure that made her hips tilt upward on their own.

The heat radiating from his body was intense, warming the cold air around them until the lake mist began to rise again.

​"Ah..." Hana finally let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in his wet, dark hair.

​She felt the friction building, a heavy, thrumming sensation pooling in her lower abdomen. It was different from the quick, rough mating she had experienced before. It actually felt good.

Her body began to leak even more fluids, the moisture coating Caspian’s lips and chin as he continued to work his tongue against her sensitive spot.

​Caspian looked up, his golden eyes dark with a wild, hungry light, but he kept his hands firmly planted on the moss beside her hips. He wasn’t pushing himself onto her. He was waiting.

​"Is this... good, Hana?" he rumbled, his voice vibrating against her inner thigh.

​"Yes," she breathed out, her eyes slightly glassy as she looked down at him. "But don’t... don’t talk when your tongue is... ah... still inside me."

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his horn to pull his head back, her breath shaky and her body vibrating. "Now... use your fingers. Two of them."

Caspian obeyed instantly. He slid two thick fingers inside her. They were hot and stretched her immediately, but because of the slick moisture her body had produced, they slid in deep without the sharp pinch of pain.

He began to pump them slowly, his thumb rubbing the small bud of her clit in sync with his movements.

​Hana’s back arched slightly against the moss. Her breathing turned shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Caspian..."

​"You are so wet, Hana," he whispered, his own cock twitching violently against his abdomen, leaking clear precum onto the dirt.

He was burning up, his scales shifting and clicking with the effort to hold himself back.

"Can I put it in now? Please."

​Hana took a deep breath, trying to steady the frantic beating of her heart. She checked her body’s sensation. There was no pain, only a heavy, aching fullness that wanted to be satisfied.

This time... she wanted it.

​"Yes," she said, her voice thin but clear. "Slowly. If you suddenly pound into me, I will stop you."

​Caspian let out a low, shuddering breath. He removed his fingers and stroked his thick, black scaly cock with it, spreading the fluids in his hand on his shaft.

Then, he positioned the shaft at her entrance. He gripped her hips with enough force to hold her steady, but not enough to bruise, and slowly began to push inside.

"I’m going in, Hana," he grunted and slowly began to push his cock in. It slid in easily, but it didn’t mean she did not feel his fullness.

He was just so big that even just the tip made her entrance feel like it was occupied.

But she knew better that it wasn’t even halfway in yet. She knew just how big he was and how much further he could go inside her without putting the fetus in danger.

Caspian gritted his teeth, his jaw locked so hard the muscles in his face trembled. He pushed slowly, millimeter by millimeter, letting her body adapt to the sheer width of his shaft. The scaly texture of his skin created a high-friction warmth that made Hana’s inner walls squeeze tight around him, welcoming the heat.

​"Ah... wait," Hana gasped, her hands flying to his broad shoulders. Her fingers dug into his skin, her nails leaving light marks in his obsidian scales. "Stop there for a second. Let me... adjust."

​Caspian froze instantly. Only the head and a small portion of his shaft were inside, but his entire body was shaking with the effort not to just thrust. He kept his weight braced on his forearms, hovering over her to ensure he didn’t crush her abdomen.

​"I have stopped, Hana. I am not moving," he panted, his breath smelling heavily of sulfur and citrus.

"Good," She breathed.

​Hana took two deep, shaky breaths, focusing on her lower abdomen. The tight, stretching sensation was intense, but it wasn’t the tearing pain of before. Thanks to the thorough preparation, her muscles were soft and relaxed, wrapping snugly around his thick cock.

Once the initial shock faded, a deep, throbbing ache took its place—an ache that demanded more.

​She unlocked her jaw and looked up into his burning golden eyes. "Slowly... put the rest in."