Dragon King's Harem Chapter 521. Dripping

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 521. Dripping

Her breath stuttered as I kissed up her inner thigh, slow, deliberate. I could hear the flutter of her heartbeat, feel it… like a drum just under her skin. That elven blood was fast, delicate. Fragile, almost. But Evelina wasn’t fragile. Not really. She was fire wrapped in snow. And I knew how to melt her.

“Your Majesty…” she gasped, half-chiding, half-pleading.

I growled low, warm against her skin, and dragged my hands up her sides. The silk of her undergown slid up easily, and gods, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My thumbs found her waist. My palms claimed her ribs. And then I cupped her breasts.

Soft. Perky. Warm. The skin was smooth like sunlit snow, but her nipples were already stiff, reacting to every brush of my dragon-callused fingers.

“Argod!” she yelped… my name, full volume, full blush, like I’d caught her off guard. Which, to be fair, I had.

Good.

I kneaded her gently first. Rolled her nipples between my thumbs, felt the jolt that ran through her body when I twisted just a little. She arched, involuntarily, her thighs squeezing my waist where I knelt. Her skin flushed from her throat to her chest.

“You’re sensitive today,” I whispered, licking the curve beneath one breast, then kissing up toward her collarbone. “Have you missed me this much?”

“I—I see you every night—” she stammered, but I caught the breathless quality of her voice. The way she was struggling not to roll her hips already. The way her hands were tangled in the couch fabric because she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

“You’re shaking.” I grinned, letting my mouth drift higher.

I licked around her nipple before I sucked it, deep and slow. Her back arched again, this time fully. Her breath escaped in a cry.

“A-Argod—” her voice cracked when I bit down gently and soothed it with my tongue right after.

I pulled back to look at her. Her lips were parted, eyes glassy with need, her hair a mess of blonde silk against the dark couch fabric. Her chest was rising and falling too fast. Her legs twitched against me.

“You always bring me tea when you want to be sweet,” I murmured, trailing my hand slowly, slowly down her belly. “But this isn’t tea, is it?”

She didn’t answer. Not with words. Just a soft gasp as my fingers reached the top of her folds. Already damp. Already warm.

“You came here dripping,” I whispered against her neck. “Did you touch yourself before coming in?”

“I—no! I didn’t—” she tried to sound indignant, but it melted into another moan as I slid two fingers along her slit. Slick. Hot. Dragon-sweet.

“I like it when you lie,” I teased, pressing slow circles against her entrance. “Makes it easier to punish you later.”

She clenched. Her head dropped back. She covered her face with one hand, hiding how flushed she’d gotten. But her hips were moving. Grinding softly against my hand like her body couldn’t help it anymore.

I leaned in, pressed my lips to her ear.

“I want you,” I whispered. “Not just now. Not just for stress relief. I want your warmth. I want to lose myself inside you. And…” My fingers pushed in slowly. She gasped. Her walls clenched around me like silk spun from lightning. “I want your womb to carry my child.”

Her breath caught.

I didn’t move. I stayed there. Letting the weight of the words settle between us.

“No pressure,” I added softly, kissing her cheek. “I know dragon seed is different. Dangerous even. It burns. It’s rare.”

“…I want it,” she whispered, barely audible. Her legs wrapped around my waist tighter. Her hands found my shoulders, gripping. “If it’s yours… I want it.”

I could’ve snapped then. Gone full beast. But I held it back. Barely. Instead, I kissed her slow. Deep. Let her feel every bit of how much I wanted her, how much I adored her, even when my body was screaming to take her now, hard, until the entire tower shook.

My fingers curled inside her and her voice rose again, breathy and broken, her body rocking into my palm.

I pulled back just enough to look down.

“Let me see you,” I said. “Let me watch you fall apart.”

And she did.

Her head dropped back. Her mouth opened in a silent cry. Her chest heaved. And her whole body trembled as I kept my fingers moving, my thumb brushing that perfect spot until she came, gasping my name like it was the only word she remembered.

“Argod… please…”

She was still twitching when I leaned down and kissed her stomach. Her skin was warm and slick with sweat, and I could feel the faintest tremor in her core.

“I’m going to take you now,” I said, unfastening my belt with one hand. “And I’m not going to stop until this damn couch has my claw marks in it.”

Her eyes widened, pupils dilated, lips parted. “Y-you’re serious.”

“Deadly.”

My pants hit the floor. My cock was already hard. Veins pulsing with mana. Heat radiating off me like I was half-shifting without even meaning to.

Her breath caught again as I knelt back between her thighs.

And then I pushed in.

Slow.

Stretching her.

Claiming her.

She whimpered. Moaned. Cried out, grabbing my arms as if she needed something to anchor her while I filled her inch by inch.

“Eve…” I hissed. “You feel… incredible.”

Her nails dug into my biceps.

“You’re… too big—!”

“No,” I growled. “You’re perfect.”

When I bottomed out, I stopped. Let her feel it. Let her breathe it in.

And then I started to move.

Rhythmic. Deep. Dragging every inch out before driving it back in. Her body reacted immediately, slick, hot, pulling me deeper like she was made for this.

And maybe she was.

Maybe this elven princess, with her healer’s hands and shy smile, was forged by fate to be my mate. To ground the firestorm inside me. To melt my rage with every gasp and moan and desperate whisper of my name.

“Argod~ please—ah!”