It has begun.

I clenched the bedsheets, wringing them in a tight grip as sweat beaded on my face and slid down my body and a yearning ache vibrated through my body.

I gritted my teeth and hissed, gripping the sheets tighter, veins protruding along my face and entire body. An inhumane growl tore from my lips as my enlarged cock slid across the bedsheets. It felt like fire as it ran along my skin. My skin felt so sensitive. I nearly ejaculated from the gentle touch as my body seared with desire, each pump of blood through my veins setting the passion to mate higher.

Each passing minute felt like torture as I tossed and turned, gathering the satin sheets with my body in a heated frenzy.

Asche, Asche, Asche my dragon kept chanting.

Fuck him, fill him, mate with him. Ours.

No matter what, I fought the urge to bolt out of this cottage, find him, tear apart his clothing and drown his womb with my potent juices. My cock couldn't restrain itself any longer. I wanted to cum. No, I needed to cum. And where I wanted to do it and couldn't do it was eating me alive.

I snarled and shredded the sheets, catching a portion of the mattress as well. If I stayed in this bed further, there's no telling what my dragon might do. I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness which proved to be a serious problem if my dragon took full control. There's no doubt he'll fly away to locate Asche and mate with him.

A dragon mating with a human would most definitely kill them. The size of my dragon's cock will split Asche terribly. That's an instant death that I desperately wanted to avoid.

So I found myself rising up on trembling legs, stumbling forward as I clung to the walls to guide me to the wine cellar where a set of chains were bolted into the walls, waiting to imprison me for the following days to come. Falcon will be here any minute to attend to me, a duty he fulfills every time I go into heat.

I slumped down to the wall and clasped the handcuffs around my wrists, settling down on the ground with my back against the wall. My breathing came out in quick gasps and I closed my eyes, my cock throbbing painfully, it's flesh taught and ready to burst.

My eyes flickered from crimson to gold as I fought my dragon from taking dominion over my body. He tugged at the chains, howling deep inside, feverish to plant his cock in Asche and mark what's his.

My thoughts were in turmoil. One minute I was focusing on fending off my dragon, and the next, plowing Asche's fruitful body into oblivion, embracing him as I made passionate love to him. Whispering words of passion as he moaned my name out as if he was in a delirium, overcome with a wild ecstasy.

"No!" I yelled, forcing myself back to the wall.

Mate, mate, mate. He is ours, why not have our fill of him? He argued.

"Because we'll kill him!" I shouted back frustratingly.

I will not transform while were having sexual coitus. I care for him. I will not see him harmed.

I scoffed. Is he serious? Who is he fooling? We nearly transformed during our first and second encounter with him, why the bloody hell would I trust him now? He's looking for a dead mate and I wasn't having it.

You will listen. I mind linked him.

I will have him. It is in my nature to mate and breed. I want to delve into his warm body and fill his walls with my future offspring. He argued.

He's already pregnant. I deadpanned, exhausted with this argument. So what you speak of makes no sense.

No matter! He soldiered on.

I groaned throwing my head back and expelling a trembling breath. The mental battle was beginning to exasperate me and my hands were chained together so masturbation was out the question.

A rush of heat assaulted me and I gritted my teeth, spreading my legs apart to relieve the ache in my groin.

"Asche!" I growled out animalistically, curling my toes and writhing against the chains.

"Drakos!" Falcon's voice echoed through the cellar before he came around the rows of wines and spirits to look upon my pitiful state.

I was panting heavily, my wrists bleeding and eyes dilated with delirious desire.

"I...can't...control...him..." I breathed out, yanking the chains to break free.

He revealed a box with sedatives, removing a syringe as he approached me with a saddened expression.

"This should keep him relaxed for several hours." He raised the syringe, ready to administer it as he lowered himself to pierce the needle through my arm.

His eyes locked with mine and I glared at the threat in his hands.

No!

I did not crave to be drugged.

Well...there was something I craved that had me addicted like he was a dangerous drug. Something warm, fleshy, tender and tight.

Yes.

I wanted just that. Him! That, as in him! Oh fuck, I'm losing it.

My cock pulsated in excitement and before I could think or register what happened, a surge of power coursed through me, fueled by an untamed fervor to ejaculate uncontrollably into our mate. To fill him, to strangle his womb with my unyielding passion that burned so hotly, I couldn't contain it. I jerked my hands up and the chains tore free, I smashed my fists into Falcon's skull, sending him skidding across the floor with a pained moan.

I tore my other hand free, getting up quickly and hauling ass out of the cellar and the cottage entirely. I burst through the front doors and ran into my transformation, soaring through the sky with a loud roar that shook the trees and caused the night creatures of the sky to fly away in fright.

My dragon had completely taken over and my heart sank with dread.

I sneezed multiple times, frowning as I watched the television in Kirk's living room.

I must be coming down with a cold.

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