Chosen by the Beasts, Claimed by the Dragon-Chapter 23: Satiated **R18

— ZORYN —

I was worried I might not like sex, but I was concerned for nothing.

It only takes a minute for me to become accustomed to his shape and pace. I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him close as the excitement builds inside my core.

"Are you... okay?" Ren asks through ragged breaths, his vibrant purple eyes studying me thoughtfully.

I can’t help but smile a little. For such a badass dragon lord with a frightening reputation, he’s rather... domestic and soft when it comes to matters of the heart. I mean, he’s not worried for nothing—he’s fucking massive, and I wasn’t sure he’d be able to fit at first—but it’s still endearing to see his different disposition.

"It feels good," I assure him, putting my arms over his shoulders and pulling him in for another kiss. "Good job."

I can feel him twitch inside me, and a devious thought crosses my mind, "What, did you like that? Being praised?"

"I..." Ren is clearly embarrassed, his brows furrowed, and no words pass his lips.

I don’t know why he’s being shy—he’s literally inside me right now. He just marked me for life, and he’s feeling embarrassed over getting turned on by praise?

I start to laugh, then grab him by the chin. I look into each of his eyes individually, "Don’t worry, I like it. I’ll make sure to remember you like to be bossed around and praised."

Ren sucks in a sharp breath, seeming simultaneously relieved and dismayed. He playfully nips my fingers that I used to grab him, making me release his face, then he buries his nose into the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. I can feel his tongue dance over the new mark he gave me, sending a fresh shiver through my body.

I’m not sure if it’s because of the heat, our fated bond, or something else—but I feel like my heart is in the sky. My blood is pumping, and my skin feels like it’s on fire.

"Hurry," I insist.

He doesn’t hesitate or protest this time. Ren pushes deep inside of me and quickens his movements, a pleased groan rumbling in his chest. I keep my arms around his neck, hands wrapped in his hair, as he continues to rock.

It doesn’t take long before we’re both at our limit. Just as I reach my high, he follows after, and I feel the unfamiliar sensation of hot liquid spilling into me in short bursts.

My mind starts to clear a little—but I can tell I’m not entirely out of the woods. I guess, logically speaking, if all a heat took was one round to ease, there wouldn’t be much need for it to occur in nature.

Ren starts to move as if about to get off me, but I hold him in place, refusing to let him pull out. "I didn’t say we were finished."

"Don’t worry, I’m nowhere near done with you, yet." He smirks, "I was only going to change positions, but if you want me to keep taking you like this, I won’t complain."

I raise a brow, "Oh? What... position?"

"If you’re on your hands and knees..." he whispers, "then I can fuck you from behind."

"Hmm," I bite my lip, then release my grip around his waist. "Sure, let’s try it."

Ren carefully helps me reposition, putting extra blankets beneath my knees and a pillow under my elbows—silly, considering I spent my entire day fighting other warriors. A little weight on my knees wouldn’t hurt me even if I sat here all night... which, at this rate, is what we might end up doing.

Once I’m situated, he takes his place behind me, resting his large hands on my hips. He wastes no time entering me again, and he sighs in relief the moment he does.

"Your tail is out..." he chuckles deeply, running one of his hands down my length of scaly tail.

I whimper involuntarily—I didn’t even notice my tail escaped. I don’t usually partial shift like this, but I guess I can’t really control myself.

"It’s beautiful," Ren says, his voice low.

I don’t get the chance to answer before he’s pounding me. Darkness encroaches on my vision when he hits the deepest parts of me—the angle is different this way, and it feels so good. I’m not sure I prefer one position over the other, but this is definitely a change of pace.

I gasp and moan, and he allows himself to make noises of pleasure, too. It doesn’t take as long this time before he fucks me through my high and spills into me again.

...Fuck. This is so good.

I hope he’s having as much fun as I am, because I think this is my favorite thing besides food—and I love to overindulge in my likes. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

I’m not even sure how many times we go; I lose track after five. I’m so exhausted that I end up losing consciousness on his bed, completely full (perhaps too full—it’s overflowing and slipping down my legs) and satiated.

...

— REN —

She fell asleep. Shit, I would too—she was in the arena all day long, fighting for five hours straight, and came back only to fuck me for almost the same amount of time.

I run a hand through my hair, which is now a mess from having her hands deep in it, tugging and pulling for so long. A long, shaky breath escapes me... I had no idea that having sex would feel that much better than jerking off once in a while whenever I got too pent up.

Zoryn’s snoring on my bedroll, completely disheveled. Did I go overboard with bites and hickeys? Perhaps. Would I do it again? Absolutely. I can’t wait for her fan club to see the art I’ve left on her body—especially Sylas.

Fuck that guy in particular.

I summon a small basin and cloth to wipe her down—I wash away all the sweat and grime from her fights today... and the sticky mess I made between her legs. Unfortunately for me, seeing my seed still dripping out of her while I’m cleaning her up turns me on again. My dick throbs painfully at the thought that I probably got her pregnant tonight.

It’s so hot to imagine her carrying my child, I want to fuck her again—no, she’s asleep. She fights in the finals tomorrow. I’m not an adolescent; I can control my desires.

I close my eyes and take a breath. Chill the fuck out. I’m not ready to be a parent! What the hell am I thinking? It must be her heat getting to my head, too. Fortunately, dragonkin gestation is a really long time, so we won’t know if I’ve bred her properly for almost a year. She might also go into heat again before then...

Whatever, it’s fine! We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Once I finish cleaning her, I put her clothes back on and rest her head against my pillow.

I wonder if she’d rather stay here or sleep in her own quarters back at the festival? I don’t want her to think I’ve run away again, so I have to be with her wherever she ends up sleeping—but the thought of running into Daeleon...

I shudder.

I have no idea if he’ll be proud of me or pissed at me tonight. Maybe a bit of both? Whatever the case, I’m sure he’ll give me a lashing, verbally or otherwise.

"Zoryn," I call gently. I say her name a few times before she actually wakes up a little.

"Hmm..?" She groans.

"Want to sleep here or back at your tent?"

"Don’t fucking move me, I’m comfortable. Now get in here with me," she demands.

...Even when she’s mostly asleep, she’s fierce and commanding.

I love it. Gods, I’m hopeless.

"Okay," I say, washing myself a bit before sliding into the bedroll beside her. Her scent is warm and spicy, a smell I could never get sick of.

I am downright pathetic. Absolutely, irredeemably lame—or, that’s what I should be thinking.

Instead, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have been gifted this woman by fate. Of all the beastmen in the world... it was me.

We lay facing each other, and I get to stare directly at her divinely sculpted features. Strong nose, bronze skin, shimmering gold scales decorating the sides of her face... I could look at her forever.

I drape my arm around her waist, and she responds by resting her leg over me. It feels perfect—like this was how it was supposed to be. I’m not sure I’ll be able to feel comfortable alone in bed again after this. I want to keep her to myself.

But... she’s not only my woman. I’m reminded of old prophecies the elders used to share with me, and I can’t help but feel she’s a child of the goddesses. She’s bigger than just being my mate—she could very well be holding the beastworld on her shoulders.