The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Inch by inch, his thick cock pushed inside her pussy, and Morgana gasped into his mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming...the stretch, the fullness, the absolute intensity of feeling him inside her.

”Shh,” Kaelen whispered against her lips. ”I’ve got you. Just relax.”

She tried to relax, tried to adjust to the feeling of him, but her body was too tense, too nervous, too aware of every sensation.

He continued to move slowly, giving her time to adjust, and Morgana realized that he was being careful with her. Gentle. Protective, even in the midst of his hunger.

Halfway through his entry, she was already holding on to him, her nails biting into his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his lip because the sensation was almost too much.

There was an instant of pain mixed with pleasure, her body adjusting to his size, stretching to accommodate him in ways she hadn’t known were possible.

But Kaelen was patient.

He moved slowly, letting her adjust, letting her body prepare for what was about to come.

And then, when he felt her beginning to relax, when he felt her body starting to accept him, he groaned.

The sound was torn from deep in his chest, a sound of pleasure and possession and barely-contained hunger.

”You’re so perfect,” he whispered. ”So tight. So absolutely mine.”

And then he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He pulled back and then drove into her with one powerful thrust, burying himself completely inside her pussy.

The sensation was everything...too much, not enough, perfect, overwhelming, absolutely consuming.

And Morgana SCREAMED.

It was a scream that tore from her throat, a scream of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, a scream that echoed through the chamber and out into the corridors beyond.

And with that scream came POWER.

Raw, ancient, magical POWER that had nowhere else to go.

Her eyes blazed with silver light so bright it seemed to fill the entire chamber. And as that light radiated from her, her magic erupted.

The windows rattled...not breaking, but shaking so violently that dust fell from the stone around them.

Objects that had been floating rose higher into the air. The curtains didn’t just flutter...they whipped around the room like they were caught in a hurricane.

The fire in the hearth roared so violently it seemed ready to consume the entire chamber, flames reaching toward the ceiling, heat flooding the room.

The lamps burned so bright they seemed ready to burst into flame.

The very air in the room moved like wind, currents of magic swirling around them, responding to her pleasure, responding to her power, responding to the absolute magic that was pouring out of her like water from a broken dam.

Kaelen stopped kissing her and raised his head.

He looked down at her face, watching the pleasure and pain cross her features, watching the tears slide down her temples, watching her eyes glow with that ethereal silver light.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He kissed her cheeks softly, tenderly, his lips brushing away the tears.

He kissed her forehead.

He kissed her mouth gently, a complete contrast to the intensity of his body’s possession of hers.

”Are you okay?” he asked softly.

She shook her head, her body still trembling, her eyes still glowing.

”You’ll get used to it,” Kaelen said, and there was both reassurance and promise in his voice. A promise that he would fill her with his cock again and again, that she would learn to want the stretch, the fullness, the absolute intensity of having him inside her.

”But I really need to move now,” he whispered.

Morgana shook her head again, her hands gripping his shoulders.

”No,” she gasped. ”Stop. Please stop.”

But Kaelen smiled softly and kissed her again.

”Just trust me,” he said against her lips.

And then he began to move.

He moved slowly, deliberately, letting her adjust to the feeling of his dick inside her, letting her body understand what was coming.

Each slow thrust made her gasp, made her body respond, made the magic inside her respond as well.

The candles burned brighter. The air moved faster. Objects floated higher.

”That’s it,” Kaelen whispered. ”Just let it happen. Let the magic flow.”

With each slow thrust, the pain began to fade, replaced by something deeper, something that made her want MORE.

”More,” she gasped after what felt like an eternity but was really only minutes. ”I want more.”

And Kaelen’s movements became harder.

He increased the friction, added more pressure, more intensity, more of everything.

Morgana began to moan, a sound that was pure pleasure, pure need, pure desire.

She began to adjust to him, began to meet him thrust for thrust, began to understand the rhythm of what they were doing together.

And then Kaelen couldn’t hold back any longer.

The animal inside him, the dragon beneath his skin, the part of him that had been wanting her, needing her, craving her since the moment she arrived in the palace, it all broke free.

He started fucking her.

Really fucking her.

Hard and intense and absolutely consuming.

The gentle movements were gone, replaced by something primal and desperate and absolutely incredible.

He pounded into her pussy with force, his hips slamming against hers, his dick driving deep inside her with each thrust.

And Morgana became incoherent.

Her words became gasps, gasps became moans, moans became screams of pleasure that shook the chamber.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, his back, anything she could hold on to as he fucked her harder, deeper, more intensely than she had ever imagined was possible.

”Yes,” she gasped. ”Yes, yes, yes....”

And then Kaelen’s hand moved between them.

His fingers found her clit and began to rub it in rhythm with his thrusts.

The combination of his thick cock pounding inside her pussy and his fingers rubbing her clit was too much, too intense, too absolutely everything.

Morgana’s entire body went rigid.

Kaelen lowered his head and took one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking intensely.