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Drake snarled as he launched himself at Aliandra, slamming into her and pressing her against the medical table. Her inner dragon howled with triumph as he pressed his growing erection between her legs and stapled her hands to the bench behind her.
“If my control wasn’t excellent, Dr. Cantora, I would have sunk my cock into your sweet-scented pussy and my teeth into your neck.” He snarled his need, his eyes blazing crimson.
“Then do it, Mr. MacGregor.”
He groaned and closed his eyes, but he dropped his lips to her throat once more and licked her, making her shiver. His teeth broke her skin and momentary pain exploded into erotic pleasure, eliciting a needy whimper.
“Oh, Goddess of all.” She struggled against his grip. She had to touch him, to feel more of his body as he fed on her blood.
He grunted in agreement and kept siphoning her plasma in great swallows. Each pull ramped her arousal up higher, flooding her pussy with cream. She writhed against him and he rumbled another growl, grinding his cock harder into her belly.
He suckled a moment longer then pulled back to stare down at her, his face flushed with health and banked hunger.
“There, that’s enough,” he whispered, licking his lips clean of her blood.
“No, more. You need more.” She tried to pull him down to her again. I need more.
“It’s enough for me, Doctor.”
“But it’s not enough for me!”
Aliandra reared up and pushed him back then flipped him around until she pressed him against the medical table. He grunted in surprise and his eyes started to gleam again as she grinned with feral joy. If he wouldn’t take her, she’d take him.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she yanked down his black boxer briefs and admired the bold cock straining toward her from a nest of silver and black curls. His testicles drew up tight to his body, but when her breath caressed them, the skin flexed in reaction. Aliandra inhaled the spicy musk emanating from his balls and rumbled with appreciation.
He chuckled huskily. “You aren’t going to eat me, are you, Doctor?”
“Depends on your definition of ‘eat’, Mr. MacGregor.”
Aliandra grasped his hip with one hand, his cock with the other, and slid her mouth around his shaft all the way to the base. Drake hissed and threw his head back in pleasure as she massaged the silky skin of his dick. She took his response as encouragement and tightened her lips as she pulled back, allowing her canines to scrape along his shaft.
“Holy Goddess.” Drake rocked his head forward and his eyes burned in the semi-darkness of the room. “You’re diabolical, Doctor.”
She chuckled and pulled back long enough to grin. “Not diabolical, draconic.” She sucked him back in again.
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