Chapter 25: The Other Dragon
They moved me at dawn the next day.
I sat in a heavily guarded carriage, my round belly pressed against the tight dress they forced me to wear. The fabric squeezed my soft curves mercilessly. My heavy breasts spilled over the top no matter how I tried to adjust it. My thick thighs rubbed together with every bump in the road, and I could still feel the soreness between them from Vaelor’s claiming. His seed had long dried, but the memory of him stretching me, filling me, worshipping every soft inch of my body refused to leave.
I kept hoping. Every second I hoped Vaelor would burst through the trees in his dragon form and burn everything to rescue me. I imagined his roar shaking the ground, his golden eyes finding mine, his hands pulling me back into his arms w
