Dragon Breeder 3 by Dante King (motivational books for students txt) 📗

“Finger fuck me, Mike! Come on! Please fuck me! I’m close, oh gods, I’m close!” Tamsin said, trying to keep her voice down, but failing spectacularly.

I obeyed, my fingers pummeling into her box—two then three and then four, stretching her lips to their limit—while I continued to suck and bite her incredibly erect nipples.

To my delight, Tamsin started to hiss through her jagged teeth, “Choke me! Choke me, or I’ll fucking scream this tent down.”

Once more, I did as I was told. I put one hand around the hobgoblin’s throat while I continued to massage her clit with the thumb of my other hand. Then, with a shuddering gasp, Tamsin climaxed.

My hand clutched her by the throat, firm and tight, simultaneously keeping her cries of ecstasy down, while adding to the intensity of her climax. My fingers still blurred in and out of her as she orgasmed. Girl juice sprayed down her legs and onto her breeches and boots.

Tamsin’s lips were drawn back in an animal snarl of satisfaction, her abdominal muscles clearly visible on her toned stomach as it heaved in and out.

Thinking that it was, regrettably, over, I stood back with a look of satisfaction. I hadn’t even got to see whether the dragondust had rejuvenated my swimmers, but I had at least found out that the stuff apparently turned you into some super-lover. Normally, I would have been proud of myself for getting a woman off so quickly, but this was, bizarrely, not what this little experiment was supposed to have been about.

Tamsin grabbed me by my sword belt.

“We still have work to do,” she hissed at me, her yellow eyes shining, sweat running down into the hollow of her throat.

Feverishly, the hobgoblin started scrabbling at my belt like a possessed thing.

“Show me that fucking Earthling cock,” she demanded in a feral voice that sent thrills through my body. “I want to taste it, I want it in my mouth, down my dirty fucking throat.”

It was like her words had picked up my libido by the scruff of the neck and shaken it. I slapped her fumbling hands away from my belt and started to unbuckle it myself. I unlaced my breeches, reached inside, and then pulled out my cock, though it was my cock as I had never seen it before. I mean, it was my johnson all right, but it was like it had been to the gym and taken a good dose of steroids—the thing was fucking jacked.

“Holy hells,” Tamsin said faintly, her eyes glued to my throbbing member.

“Time for your prize,” I said softly. I looked at her knowingly. “Now, turn that ass around and stick it out for me.”

Tamsin, in a sort of daze, did as she was told. Her vagina was a pale pink, glistening slot in between her red thighs. She stood, leaning against the stack of crates, her ass stuck out and her legs spread. She rocked her behind invitingly from side to side.

Looking over her shoulder, she watched as I stroked myself and took my pecker in hand.

Casually, with my other hand, I slapped her full ass a couple of times.

“That’s it, fucking spank me,” the hobgoblin hissed quietly. “Give me the whip, and then,” she looked back at me with her hypnotic yellow eyes, “give me the carrot.”

I laughed with exhilaration and smacked the female dragonmancer harder on the ass, leaving a deeper red mark. “A carrot?” I said. “This dragondust has made it more like a cucumber, don’t you think?”

I spanked Tamsin again, leaving another mark.

Tamsin closed her eyes as I continued to spank her with the flat of my hand. She gasped whenever a stroke fell, shudders of unmistakable pleasure running through her from the soft debasement.

I smacked her ass a couple of times with the flat of my hand, making her buck forward and groan. Then I pressed the tip of my mammoth member against the opening of her box and started to mercilessly push it inside.

Tamsin, making sounds of exquisite pain, pulled her asscheeks apart as I pushed my rod into her. The sensation was incredible; never before had I been so utterly aware of filling someone. The hobgoblin’s knees went weak, and she sagged forward, against the stack of boxes.

I pulled out again, and it felt like I left a part of me within her. Then I was inside Tamsin again, and she screamed with delight.

“Fill me, Mike,” she said. “Fill me—”

She gagged when I reached forward and hooked my index finger into the corner of her mouth like a fish-hook, forcing her head sideways so that she had to look at me. I stared coldly back at her yellow eye as I picked up the pace, ruthlessly fucking her deeper than I imagine she’d ever been fucked before.

My nuts smacked into her clit with every powerful thrust. Her box was so tight around my swollen cock that I was worried I might burst her.

I began to pant and grunt as my iron-hard dick plowed into the female dragonmancer. Tamsin reached through her own legs and squeezed my balls every time I fucked her, my thrust pushing uncontrolled gasps of pleasure from her throat.

I had no idea how long it might have been, but suddenly I could feel my balls tightening, heralding an impending orgasm. Losing myself in the rising tide of pleasure, I slipped one finger into the hobgoblin’s asshole.

With my schlong taking up every inch of her tight pussy, my finger barely fit into her ass. The sensation of being doubly penetrated must have blindsided Tamsin with another unexpected orgasm though, because she screamed with hoarse delight and started shaking as I thrust one more time into her with enough force to