“yes, please,” she urged Him, “a little pain to show my love, respect, and loyalty to my father, my king, my mate is nothing compared to the wait i have already endured. take me, please.”
He gently lowered her down, resting the slick, hot lips of her nethers on the tip of His towering shaft. The Great Dragon curled His wicked claws around the base of His erection to steady Himself, and stroked the thick head back and forth between her pure, eager folds. She pressed back eagerly, and let out a soft gasp of breath when the tip of her Father’s cock slipped between her lips and into her virgin cunny.
“it’s so big,” she said softly, feeling herself stretched wider than she would have ever thought possible. He paused for a moment to let her adjust to His girth, but she gritted her teeth and said, “i can handle it. i was born to do this. please, keep going, daddy.”
He carefully slid more of His long, thick, segmented cock into her vice-like passage, sinking deeper and deeper into her virgin tunnel. He paused once more when He felt the resistance of her hymen, but only for a moment, before pushing forward, tearing His way through and claiming her innocence. A flash of searing pain shot through her body, and she fought with all of her willpower to hold back the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes.
A thin line of crimson escaped from the spot of their union, proof that He had made her His woman. As she sank lower and lower onto His spiny prick, He reached between her thighs and swiped up her maiden’s blood with His index claw. Nai’lati watched in a mixture of passion and amazement as He lifted His blood-soaked talon to His jaws. Sventar carefully breathed out a small stream of flame, heating the curved claw until it glowed orange with blazing intensity.
When He pressed the magically-imbued brand against her stomach, she grabbed Him by the back of His head and kissed Him fiercely. Her pained whimpers and cries were muted by the duel of their tongues. The stench of burning fur and skin assaulted her nostrils as He skillfully carved out His mark on her flesh. When He was done, Nai’lati broke the heated kiss and held her paw to her belly.
“I am sorry, My Child,” He said softly, brushing her silver hair back from her eyes. “That mark will forever link you to Me. When you are in danger, I will know, and I will come to your aid. My power will protect you, guide you. And when I am near, your body will respond. Your womb will become more fertile, and be more welcoming of My seed. In time, you will bless Me with many children.”
She held His face in her tiny paws and told Him, “please, daddy, don’t be sorry. i have waited for this moment for years. the pain was brief, but necessary. i am just overwhelmed by my love and desire for you.”
With a low, rumbling chuckle, the Great Dragon responded, “Oh, My Daughter, you have felt nothing yet.”
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