The Cambion's Hoard

The music blared from the house when I rolled up to the apartments. I didn’t think they’d have a party soon after the brawl. Maybe it was a way to distract them all from the insanity of the past week.

I was assaulted with smoke, bright lights, and electric dance music when I opened the front door. Scanning the room, I found Thatcher quickly. He was in the kitchen talking with the Ent. Brian, I think. I didn’t like Brian. He was shallow. Some Ents were figuratively rooted in beauty and seeing it in everything, not Brian.

Thatcher looked in my direction, and I practically felt the heat. He patted Brian’s arm, missing what the Ent had said, and shoved past him.

He wrapped his arms around me. “This uniform is...it’s fucking amazing.”

Swaying to the music, I moved my hips against his. “Thatcher, you already touched me this morning. I think I must punish you.”

He whimpered but didn’t let me go. “I couldn’t help it. The slits in the skirt reminded me of what’s between those thighs.”

I ran my arms up his chest, then snaked them behind his head. Grinding against him moved my dress up. Thatcher moaned. “Is this my punishment?”

“Oh no. I have plans for you. I’m thinking about fucking you, Thatch.” I tilted my head back so I could see his expression.

“Really?” Thatcher’s eyes were full of pleading, the need we had both been waiting for.

I kissed him. “Yes. Let’s go to your room.”

Thatcher scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and took the stairs two at a time. He hurried down the hall, through his bedroom door, and threw me on the bed. He turned back to the door and closed it. When Thatcher turned around, I could see his eyes swirled gold.

“I love your eyes.”

He smirked. “I’m glad they’re appealing. I can’t really change the brown, though.”

“Your eyes are gold Thatch, swirling pits of liquid gold.”

His brow furrowed momentarily, but it was gone in a blink. He came back and climbed on top of me. He ran a hand up my thigh, and I shivered. “So, what’s my punishment, Miss?”

I lifted to kiss his lips. “You’ll know.”

He moaned and fed at my mouth. Then, kissing me ferociously, I met back with the same intentions. Thatcher’s hands roamed my body, pressing firmly into flesh with each pass.

Thatcher moved to my neck. ” Do you understand how much I love your body?”

I rolled my hips against him. “Had we met before, I would have said no.”

He kissed my throat, nipping it lightly. “Fuck men that don’t want thick women. There is something about having a woman that has flesh to grip. Skinny girls have nothing to hold on to. But you, Rose, have such divine dips where I can put my hands and do this.”

Thatcher put his hands on my waist, slid his thumbs in my hip bends, and pulled my body to his. Rolling his pelvis against my cunt stole my breath. I could feel how hard he was, and I wanted to feel more.

“Get naked, Thatcher, and shift while you’re at it.” I ran my hands down his arms, scratching while I went.

He nipped at my neck but got up, pushing firmly on my hips. Hard enough for pleasure. Thatcher pulled his shirt off, and my core reacted, tightening with anticipation. He moved his pants down and kicked his shoes away.

Dragons were built for power, and Thatcher’s physique didn’t disappoint. His body was pure muscle and his skin was golden. He rolled his shoulders, and scales started pushing against his skin which hardened over them. His body shifted and changed from the transformation. I let my vision trail down his body.

I settled my gaze on his dick and shivered. It had changed, too. Where it looked like an average man before, it no longer was. The size hadn’t changed drastically, but the skin’s texture had. It had slight bumps along the shaft and a slight bulge at the base. Dragons had knots. I knew a lot of Others had them but I wasn’t used to seeing them.

“It’s not a turn-off, is it?” His voice was quiet.

“I wasn’t anticipating the knot, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” I beckoned him forward.

Thatcher came over and returned to his place between my thighs. “I hope so. It’s an important part of me.”

“It has to do with the mate bond, too, right?” I ran my fingers down his throat.

He practically purred under my touch. “Yes, I pop it into your tight, wet pussy and make you mine. It seals the bond. Makes you mine forever. I’ll be careful not to fill you with it until you’re ready to finish the bond.”

“Such a good boy Thatch.” I kissed carefully.

Thatcher melted against my body, and I pulled him tighter to feel the heat radiating from his body. He reached, putting his hand against my cunt. Slowly so fucking slow, he rubbed a finger against my clit.

“Your clothes are so wet, Rose. It’s a shame they’re in the way.”

“Why don’t you take them off.” I pulled on his shoulders.

He hooked his fingers into my bottoms and pulled them away. Thatcher dropped to his knees and buried his face in my cunt. He forced his tongue deep inside, and I bucked against his face. He worked my body over, and I couldn’t help but moan.

I grabbed his hair and made him look at me. “On the bed and on your back.”

Thatcher reluctantly moved away and climbed up the bed. He laid on his back, and his dick twitched slightly at attention. I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it aside. I scanned the room and found one of his belts. Jumping quickly from the bed, I pulled it out of the clothes pile.

“What’s that for?”

I smiled mischievously. “It’s your punishment, Thatch. You can’t use your hands.”

“Rose, please don’t. I have to be able to touch you.”

I tutted him. “Hands together.”

He growled but put his hands in front of him. I climbed on top of him and wrapped the belt around his wrists. I pushed his arms up and over his head. I wrapped the belt around a bed slat and made it nice and tight.

“That feel, okay?” I wanted him to be comfortable.

“Yes, Miss.”

Now for fun. I slid back and moved to his hips. I rolled my hips, grinding against him. We both moaned as my movement pushed his dick between my folds. Each roll solicited tiny whimpers and groans from each of us. When ready, I repositioned my hips and pushed down on top of Thatcher. His dick slid in, and I gasped.

The bumps were more like barbs, but they were soft and applied pressure where I didn’t know force could be used. I looked at Thatcher, and he was in bliss. He pulled on the bed slat.

“Rosie, please don’t do this to me. I need to move you. I need to fuck you.”

I liked him calling me Rosie. “No, my thighs need a workout. I want to be able to grip you tighter.”

Using my thighs, I lifted and lowered myself. He slid in and out with each movement and I could feel the tension start. Each time I slipped down, his hips bucked up a little, and his knot pushed against my opening. I really wanted to feel that in me. Finally, I started moving faster, and Thatcher pulled on the bedframe, causing the wood to snap.

He wiggled free of the belt and grabbed my hips. On my downward thrust, he pushed me down and held me in place. Thatcher pulled on my hips moving me back in forth without coming out of my body. He’d occasionally buck his hips, and his knot would press blissfully against me.

“Thatch, please. Please.”

“I’m close, Rosie. Don’t beg.”

“I need it, Thatcher.”

He groaned but not from pleasure. “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”

“I do know.” I pushed harder against him, but he held me in place.

“We’ll be stuck together, Rose.”

“That’s the point of a knot, Thatch. I want it. Please.” I raked my nails over his scales. I lifted and rolled my hips back against him.

Thatcher growled. He sat, and I grabbed his shoulder, gripping from the sudden change of angle. He flipped me to my back using his momentum and pinned me to the bed.

“Your wish is my command, Miss.”

Thatcher pressed down and kissed me. He moved faster than I had. With each thrust, I cried out. He was torturing me.

“Thatcher, please!”

“I’m almost there, just need...” He thrust hard, and his knot slipped inside with a pop.

We both cried out. Thatcher grabbed my ass and used his strength to hold us together. My orgasm rolled through my body, and I whimpered. Thatcher kissed me hard.

He pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re mine now. My mate forever, Rose.”

I took several deep breaths. “Forever.”