A Bride for the Water God (Divine Dragons 1)

There was no going back for me if I consummated my union with the Water God. I’d be more than just some sacrifice that made it through the choppy surf and sea monsters, only to land in his lap. I’d be a true wife, a true bride to him, and he’d be my husband.

That thought wasn’t as frightening as it was when my name was chosen at random for the task. When my people were dying all around me and my family was certainly next, I had to do whatever was necessary. But this?

I was choosing this because I wanted it.

Before I managed a response, Calder hooked his claws into the dress. With a few careful slices, he shredded the sky-blue fabric from my body and swept it away. His eyes rounded as he took me in, a smile widening as his gaze roamed over the pebbled buds of my nipples and the flat planes of my stomach. His slit pupils dilated when he focused on my wet pussy again.

The Water God kept his gaze locked on me, shivering, pliant, and ready as he unbound the fine material of his toga. It drifted down the sculpted mountain of his body, showing off his wide shoulders, chiseled abs, slim waist, and the V pointing down to—

Oh, god.

The scales of his chest and abdomen were a lighter shade of blue than the scales on the rest of his body. The effect only made a mouthwatering backdrop for the massive cock jutting proudly toward me. Blue like the rest of him, but darker, like the deepest depths of the sea. It was slightly thicker at the base; the shaft had a slight curve upward with a pale vein running along the side. The tip was tapered slightly instead of mushroom shaped like a human.

And very much unlike a human was the chain of ridges running along the underside of his cock. The sight of it made my inner walls clench with anticipation. Regardless of the overwhelming size of him, I couldn’t wait to feel those ridges rubbing inside of me.

“Do you want my cock, little rabbit?” he asked darkly, voice rasping at the back of his throat.

“I do.” It was a vow—the only one that mattered.

Calder bared his teeth in a vicious, lewd smile. Without warning, he grabbed my hips, jerking me to the edge of the table until my ass barely hung over the side. I sucked in a breath to brace myself, but nothing could have prepared me for the heft and thickness of his cock as he slapped it on my pussy.

Little gasps flitted from my lips as he smacked his heavy cock on my dripping sex. The lewd, wet noises and each brief jolt on my clit made me twitch and cry out. I wanted, no, needed more.

I bucked my hips, trying to rock myself against his shaft each time he drove an almost punishing smack over my pussy.

A devilish chuckle burst from him as he noticed what I was doing. “You want my cock that bad, huh? I’m glad my new wife is a cock hungry little rabbit. I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”

It was a different side of Calder that I hadn’t seen before. Instead of the laughing, jovial god, I was meeting the ancient, primal side of the dragon. The side that had ages of experience and needs and feral lust in his veins.

“Calder, please,” I whimpered, vision blurring at the edges.

“Hearing you beg for me, whining my name, now that pleases me, wife.” He grabbed the base of his cock and aligned it with my slit. With one swift stroke, he rubbed the ridged underside over my pussy.

Each bump and groove of the underside bowled over my clit. The sensation was mind erasing and body shattering. It punched all the air from my chest as I gasped and mewled, rolling my body up to meet his cock before sliding through my lower lips. I was so slick his cock slipped with ease through my tender folds, ceaselessly bumping into my bundle of nerves at the top.

“Your pussy feels so good kissing my cock, little rabbit. Listen to how slick and wet you are for me. You’re so wet for your god, and I love that. You’re fucking drenched.” He threw his head back, twisted horns gleaming in the starlight and wings twitching with the ecstasy rushing through his body.

The friction of his cock grinding against my clit sparked something inside of me like flint on steel. All of a sudden, there was a brilliant spark in my belly, and it exploded outward. Stars flashed behind my eyes, a scream leapt off my tongue, and my body seized from the violent pleasure ripping through me.

The orgasm was so sudden and blinding that it even caught Calder off guard. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me still through my wild climax so I didn’t shake right off the edge of the table.

“Fucking stars, Marilla. You’re absolutely gorgeous when you come. I’m going to make you do that over and over again just so I can watch you shake and scream for me.” He smoothed one large palm over my stomach as he spoke, as if wanting to feel the fading twitches in my body.

When I thought I could breathe again, I sucked in a deep breath of sea scented fresh air. But Calder cut me off, bowing over my body, the planes of him sealing to the softer curves of me. His mouth locked onto mine, stealing my air as electric chills flared over my skin.

My nails scrambled over his chest, searching and failing to find purchase on the scale textured skin of his chest. The Water God must have liked the feeling because it earned a thunderous growl from the pit of his chest.

Calder consumed my mouth, commanding my movement with his own. The tension surrounding us fizzed and crackled as he drank from me, tasted me, bruising my mouth. He tasted as sweet as the rum, burning just as much as alcohol on my tongue. But that might have been from the fire inside of him.

He might have been a water dragon, but he was still a dragon. There was fire in his blood, mingled with the water and seas he controlled. He was a divine being of sea and fire, salt and smoke, and I wanted to burn or drown alongside him.

The heat and weight of the oversized dragon pressing me into the table sent quivering need curling through my insides. Though the nip of the night air was cold on my bare skin, the burning inner temperature moving against my body was scalding hot.

On instinct, my legs hooked around his waist, and I locked my ankles above his swishing tail where it emerged at the base of his spine. I urged him closer, tipping my hips forward to graze my pussy over the weeping head of his cock.

As his tongue probed for entrance at my mouth, his cockhead did the same. The wet glide of his split tongue slithering into my mouth and curling my tongue almost distracted me from his girth parting my folds.

A hot flush crept up my neck, spreading over my cheeks. My lashes fluttered and a low, shallow exhale pushed free. But my desire mounted into a frustrated, greedy peak, causing me to reach between our bodies and grab his cock.

“Eager to be broken, wife?” he teased in a grating tone, as if teetering on the edge of his self-control.

“Yes, please,” I sigh, head rolling back as he eased the tip into my aching entrance.

“Good,” he growled the second before plunging his cock inside of me, seating himself as far as my body would allow.

A scream of blinding pain escaped me, and I acted on my first instinct to push him away and scamper off into the night like a frightened little bunny. The stretching was too much, splitting me further apart than my mere human lover from the past. My hands flailed uselessly at his chest before he easily caught my wrists in one hand and slammed them onto the table over my head.

My eyes snapped open, larger than the nearly full moon overhead. Stuttered whimpers were dragged from my lips as Calder withdrew, forcing me to feel every sinful inch dragging out of my body.

“It’s too big. Too big. Oh, my god.” Real tears trailed from my eyes, and I gasped for breath.

“It’ll fit, little rabbit. Just breathe and relax. Your body will stretch to accommodate me. Just give it a moment,” he cooed, voice husky and rough.

His free hand dipped between our bodies. As he sank himself inside of me again, he stilled, leaving his cock filling me up and stretching me out. I squirmed and shifted my hips, which only made my cunt swallow him further.

A tight grunt kicked out of him, but Calder remained unmoving. Instead of thrusting, he dropped his hand to my pussy and circled the pad of his thumb around my clit. The instant pleasure on my sensitive pearl distracted me from the fading pain of his monstrous cock in my cunt.

Not a second after my body relaxed, he pulled out again. That time, the pain morphed into something sweeter as he jiggled my clit. Calder slid out, slowly pushing back in, gently working my clit and letting me feel each ridged inch of him tearing me apart.

Human bodies weren’t meant to be so full. The godly size of the dragon stroking inside of my pussy made me want to shatter into little pieces. Even as he pulled out to the tip, I had no relief. A second later, he plunged back into my depths, so fucking deep that I swore he was touching the bottom of my heart.

My voice cracked on my next shout. If not for his claws holding my hands above my head, I might have squirmed and wiggled out from under his impressive bulk. But once the pain transformed under his digit on my clit, my body began rolling up to meet his slow, steady thrusts.

The god started at a sinfully slow pace to ease me into his size, entering me and dragging out at a wicked pace. As soon as I rocked up seeking more, he slammed down harshly. My body melted to fit him as if by magic, muscles easing and bones stretching until my pussy was greedily sucking him in and clenching down on each thrust.

Another minor orgasm rolled through me. There was still too much pain to flow into the bliss, but it helped open my body to welcome him.

Calder dropped both hands to my hips, and my arms dropped to my sides. His grip hurt and his claws dug into my flesh, nearly breaking the skin. I’d have bruises tomorrow—dark, beautiful bruises blooming like flowers over my skin.

His wings spread wide as he widened his stance. Every powerful, toned muscle in his body tensed as he braced himself to rut into me. My stomach tightened as he pounded into me repeatedly, rocking the table beneath my back. He roughly fucked me, nailing me into the driftwood so hard I thought I heard the wood creak and groan.

Or maybe those were just my pathetic mewls and his beastly moans coalescing in the air.

Calder was stirring up my insides, assaulting my organs and slamming into my womb. But his quickened, rough pace was driving him against something receptive to pleasure and pain. The shape of his cock perfectly rubbed against places inside of me that burned with heightened pleasure. A thunderstorm of ecstasy building in my core twisted my face into a mindless expression of bliss.

Feeling me tensing and shaking with an incoming explosion, Calder dipped forward. He skimmed his lips across mine, hot breath puffing over my face. “Are you going to come on my cock, little rabbit? Are you going to come for me?”

“Please, yes. I want to come on your cock,” I answered, head bobbing like a lifeless fucked out doll.

“Then come, Marilla, come for your God,” he growled before crushing his mouth to mine.

My stomach tightened, every muscle in my body going as tense as stone. Calder ground his length inside me, drawing out the stormy peak skirting the edges of my nerves. The tidal waves crashing through my insides send my eyes into the back of my head and my mouth dropping open in a guttural cry.

“You’re so fucking tight. Stars, that’s tight, rabbit.” He ground out through a clenched jaw. “You feel so good coming on my cock. Fuck… I’m going to come… that feels too good.” The Water God roared, body quaking and hips jerking as he filled me. He came rope after rope, painting my inner walls until I was so full of his seed that our combined release leaked out, dripping down my ass and into the sand.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see more than the spinning stars flaring behind my eyes. I sure as hell couldn’t move even if I wanted to, thanks to the panting dragon pinning my body to the table.

Calder pressed a gentle kiss to my temple. The feeling dragged my eyes open to the twinkling adoration in his blue gaze. It made my stomach flex and dip.

“You did so good coming for me, little rabbit.” He chuckled breathlessly. “I can’t wait for you to do it again.”