The Dragon Beast King Won't Let Me Go

[Warning: This chapter contains sexual coercion, as well as explicit sex scenes. Readers discretion advised]

The fire from the dragon beastman's mark was spreading too fast across Fiona's body.

It rushed like liquid through her veins becoming a heavy, and intoxicating heat that completely melted away the chill of the cavern.

Her logical mind wanted to scream, wanted to pull away from the monster pinning her down and hide, but her mind was losing its grip on logic.

The panic in her chest turned into a desperate, frantic need to escape the suffocating fever burning her from the inside out.

'What is wrong with me?' Fiona's mind fractured in panic as the heavy haze took hold. 'Why is my body heating up like this? What did he do to me?'

Every breath she took was shallow, her lips parting as she panted against the warm air.

Above her, the cold, pale skin of the dragon beastman felt like an oasis to someone dying of thirst.

Unconsciously, her small hands stopped hammering against his chest. Her fingers clutched at his broad shoulders instead, pulling him closer, desperate to press her burning skin against his cool frame.

The dragon beastman watched the transition through narrowed, dangerous slits. The crimson in his eyes flared, burning with a ravenous satisfaction as he felt her resistance crumble into primal necessity.

He knew exactly what the magic of his mark was doing to her fragile mind. It was a cruel, beautiful coercion, and his inner beast roared in triumph as she began to react proactively, seeking him out for relief.

He leaned down, his silver hair brushing against her flushed cheeks, his thick scaled tail lashing heavily against the plush furs.

"Yes, female," he growled, his voice deep, and rough, vibrating through her and sending a shudder straight down her spine. "Seek me. Only I can put out this fire."

Suddenly, his large hand clamped onto the collar of her dress and ripped the fabric down the center.

The remaining threads of her clothing were torn away, scattered carelessly over the edge of the bed. The cold, biting air of the cavern hit her bare skin, but it did absolutely nothing to calm the raging fire inside her.

If anything, the chill only made her crave his body more, her body pushing off the furs as she instinctively sought his cool skin.

But the dragon beastman didn't give her a chance to breathe. He lowered his heavy frame, his mouth locking onto her chest as he sucked fiercely on her breast, his tongue and lips claiming her nipples with a possessive, consuming hunger.

Fiona whimpered, a ragged gasp catching in her throat as the intense friction of his tongue swiping over her nipple sent a jolt through the fever haze clouding her mind.

Her fingers tangled into his silver hair, pulling him closer, entirely enslaved by the overwhelming sensory overload.

Driven by the unyielding madness of his beast, the dragon beastman didn't pause for gentleness. He had never been well-versed in taking care of a female's body; his world was one of raw dominance and survival.

Without prepping her or waiting for her body to adapt, he parted her thighs and shoved his already hard and throbbing cock directly into her already wet pussy.

A sharp, agonizing scream tore from Fiona's lips, cutting straight through the heavy haze of the magic.

Her body stiffened in pure shock as a barrier ruptured, a brief, blinding pain temporarily cutting through the heat in her veins.

"S-stop... Hold on for a second, ngh."

The dragon froze inside her, his crimson eyes widening slightly as he felt the tight resistance of her body. He hadn't expected it. In the Beast World, females were rarely untouched by the time they reached a beast of his status.

A sudden, profound realization settled into his primitive instincts: she had been a virgin.

A surge of fierce, dark pride erupted in his chest. A savage growl rumbled from his throat, his grip tightening on her hips as he looked down at her tear-stained, flushed face. She was completely untouched. She belonged to him from the very beginning. She was more than just suitable to be his sacrifice; she was perfect to be his mate.

With his pride fully ignited and his beast demanding dominance, he began to move, pushing his cock past her broken hymen. It had stopped hurting and once again, Fiona was filled with the desire to put out the fire burning in her.

The dragon beastman pulled out, and then thrust back in, earning a gasp, wrapped in a moan from her lips. And thus, he began his heavy, relentless thrusts.

Fiona's world completely spun out of control. Tears streamed down her temples, but any lingering pain was quickly being swallowed by a terrifying, wicked pleasure.

The movement of his cool, powerful body moving against hers felt amazing, striking deep relief through her body and tremors through her lower abdomen. It felt amazing, what he was doing to her.

But then, guilt began to tear at her sanity. No, stop, I shouldn't want this... I shouldn't be feeling this way! she screamed at herself internally.

Yet, her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, desperately seeking more of his thrusts that was making her lose her mind.

She couldn't think straight. All she could do was let out embarrassing moans, her hips slamming up to meet his hard thrusts until she was no longer herself. Until she was what he called her. A sacrifice. A mate.

In the middle of the chaotic haze, just as she felt herself drifting on the edge of consciousness, he suddenly gripped her chin.

He tilted her head up, forcing her to look into the burning depths of his crimson eyes. His chest heaving, his fangs bared against his stained lips.

"Your name," he demanded, his voice strained as he fought to keep his beast from completely swallowing him whole. "Speak your name, female."

"Fi... Fiona..." she gasped out, the name tearing from her throat in a breathless sob as another wave of intense heat washed over her.

A dark, wicked smirk pulled at his lips, his grip on her jaw tightening just enough to anchor her to reality.

"Fiona," he rumbled, the name sounding ancient and dangerous on his tongue. "Remember it well. Remember Nadir-the beast who has claimed you."

Nadir... Such an ancient and powerful name. This was the name of the monster who was devouring her.

Fiona hips buckled again as she felt an orgasm about to crash over her body. In that moment, her walls clamped against Nadir's cock and he grunted, his grip on her hips tightening until they left bruises.

"Greedy Fiona," he growled as he felt her walls clamping even harder, as if trying to suck the seeds out of him. "Be patient. I will feed you my seeds and you shall bear my heirs."

Heirs? Fiona was confused, but she wasn't given time to think as he lifted her hips up, kneeling up on the bed as he began to thrash his cock into her, forcing open whatever blocked walls were stopping him from bottoming out inside her.

Her eyes widened, the intensity of his thrusts sending her over the roof and the orgasm tore through her, throwing her into a spasm state, squeezing him even harder and then came his climax.

"Take all of it, Fiona," he growled, his voice rumbling heavily in his chest as he gave one final thrust and plunged inside her, spilling his seeds completely inside her.

Fiona was panting, shaking, tears spilling from her eyes. What just happened?

But she was exhausted, her mind and body were completely worn out. The most she could do was wish that all this was a nightmare and she would wake up on her own bed.

But the nightmare was far from over. The heat began to flare again. It did not relent even after taking the dragon's seeds. Her body began to burn up again and she began to reach for Nadir.

Nadir was also still high in his mind and just as he had gone limp, his cock rose in full glory inside her, stretching her walls.

"We shall spend a long night together, Fiona." He said as he began to thrust again, pounding into her relentlessly.