Dragon King's Harem Chapter 511. Fire and Ice III
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 511. Fire and Ice III
I crawled back up her body, letting my chest drag across her skin, letting her feel how hard I was. How ready.
She trembled beneath me.
Her breath hitched when I kissed her throat, her collarbone, her lips. Her hands ran down my back, slow at first, then tighter, as if she couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull me in or hold me still.
“I need you,” she whispered again, her voice shaky and raw.
I leaned in close, forehead against hers, breath shared between us like a secret.
“Then take all of me,” I said.
She looked up at me, eyes wide, pupils blown wide with heat and emotion and something deeper. Trust. Need. A storm held back too long.
I guided myself to her slowly, hand steady even as my pulse thundered in my ears. My hips pressed forward, meeting the heat of her.
She gasped the moment I began to push in.
She was tight. Warm. Alive in a way that made everything else blur at the edges. Every inch of her clung to me like she’d been molded to fit around me, like this moment had been carved into our fates long before our names ever touched a throne.
Her back arched beneath me, hands flying to my arms, nails digging into my skin like she needed something to anchor her.
And then…
She moaned.
It wasn’t loud.
But it was beautiful.
That little, breathless sound, soft and surprised and utterly undone. It hit me harder than any spell or system message ever could.
My restraint cracked.
I moved deeper.
She cried out again, fingers clawing at my shoulders now, her legs wrapping around me instinctively. Her robe had long since pooled beneath us, her skin slick with heat and shivering with each thrust of my hips.
She stretched around me, tense and trembling, but never once pulled back. Her head tilted to the side, mouth parted, eyes fluttering open and closed as she tried to breathe through it.
“Maria…” I breathed out her name like a vow, pressing my lips to her cheek, then her temple. “You feel… you feel like fire and snow and everything I didn’t know I was starving for.”
Her hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me down until our foreheads touched again. Her lips brushed mine.
“You’re inside me,” she whispered.
I smiled, a little breathless myself.
“Finally. This is what you want… Right?”
I pulled back, just enough to move again, slow and deep. She moaned louder this time, hips lifting to meet mine. Her entire body was alive now, every part of her responding, her breath catching with each movement, her fingers gripping me like she couldn’t let go even if she tried.
My system flared again in the background, notifications flashing about my Dragon Urge reaching critical, I ignored it.
Let it flicker.
I didn’t need the system to tell me this was important. Sacred. Real.
She wasn’t just a queen beneath me.
She was mine.
My bride.
My match.
I kept my pace slow, almost torturous, savoring every gasp, every moan that left her lips. Her body clung to me, squeezed around me, pulled me deeper with every roll of her hips. Her voice got shakier. Higher. Her arms locked around my back, her nails biting into my shoulder blades.
“Faster,” she whispered.
I didn’t hesitate.
My hips slammed into hers with a groan, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the chamber now, layered with the crackle of the fire, the subtle creak of the mattress, the soft gasp of every breath she failed to hold in.
“Argod—”
Hearing her say my name like that… not as a title, not in court, but like this, in bed, in pleasure, in trust…
It drove me mad.
I kissed her again, open-mouthed, desperate, barely coordinated. Our teeth bumped. She moaned into my mouth anyway.
I felt her tightening.
Tensing.
Her body started to shake and her nails dragged down my spine, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp before her breath caught and she cried out, loud, high, unrestrained.
She came like a storm breaking over the sea.
And I followed right after.
My pace turned frantic.
My control slipped.
I buried myself deep, grinding against her with every thrust until I couldn’t hold it anymore and—
Release.
White-hot.
Full.
[Congratulations! You just got a new wife!]
[Maria Theria Icerid – Snow Elf Tribe]
[You just got a new skill!]
[Eternal Avalanche – Area]
[Description: The ground cracks as an avalanche of spectral snow engulfs the battlefield. Each wave crashes down in rhythmic pulses, dealing damage over time and knocking enemies prone. The area becomes hazardous terrain for 10 seconds.]
I groaned against her throat, holding her tightly, filling her, shuddering as my whole body gave in.
It took a moment before I could breathe again. Before I remembered where I was. Before the heat gave way to calm.
I didn’t move.
Not right away.
She was still under me, flushed, blinking slowly like she’d just woken from a dream. Her hand slid into my hair again, slower this time, gentle now. Her chest rose and fell against mine, and I could feel her heart racing in sync with mine.
Her breath was warm against my cheek, her fingers still trembling just a little where they curled around the back of my neck.
But my body?
It hadn’t calmed at all.
Not even close.
My hips twitched forward slightly, and I felt myself still thick, still hard, still fully pressed against her heat, her thighs slick and parted beneath me.
I didn’t move right away.
I let the silence stretch, let her feel the weight of me on top of her. Not crushing, just there. Dominant. Grounding.
She looked up at me. Her lips still slightly swollen from the way I had kissed them. Her eyes heavy, but not with sleep.
With hunger.
She probably didn’t realize it, but her legs shifted again. Just enough for her thigh to brush my hip.