Chapter 1283: Marking Soraya: The Back Tattoo (r-18)

"Yes, you ridiculous Dragon. I’ll be your wife."

Phei kissed the yes off her tongue like a vow, shoved himself as deep as her little pussy could take, and held her there — dick buried to her limit, leftover cock pressed wet between them, her tits crushed to his chest, her legs locked around his waist — while the answer settled between them like heat and something far softer.

The happiness that moved through Phei was quieter than the lust surrounding them and somehow much stronger.

He pressed his forehead against hers: "My wife."

Soraya’s eyes softened: "Your wife."

Something within Phei answered as the Living Soul Mark awakened.

Soraya gasped as some heat spread across the skin just above the curve of her lower back, deep enough that she immediately knew this was no ordinary warmth. It bloomed under his palm first, then sank into her as if it had been waiting for permission. She twisted slightly beneath him, trying to see behind herself while Phei felt the Mark forming under his hand, still buried inside her, still holding her as the bond opened.

Her pussy squeezed around his cock as the warmth spread, a wet, involuntary clench that dragged a groan from his throat.

"Is that it?"

Phei nodded, his expression becoming gentler as the connection settled. "That’s it."

Soraya immediately became offended by anatomy.

"I can’t see."

Phei laughed. "You are currently facing the wrong direction for your back."

"Very helpful."

For some reason, deep in her she preferred the Mark on her back and that’s where it had appeared.

With a thought, Void-Ice gathered beside the bed as a silver-black surface bloomed smoothly from empty air, curving itself into a tall floating mirror whose edges carried faint frost before becoming perfectly clear. It caught the whole of them: the rumpled sheets, Soraya’s flushed body beneath his, the dark fall of her hair, the place where they were still joined. In the glass she could see the stretched, glistening mouth of her pussy wrapped around the thick base of his cock, her thighs spread wide, her breasts flushed and moving with every breath.

Soraya looked into it and her breath caught.

A very small Dragon tattoo was taking shape upon her skin.

Its body appeared first in matte-black scales, each tiny plate distinct despite the mark’s size, while crimson spread beneath the forming wings and a softer pink hue threaded their undersides. The tail sharpened and curled gracefully along her skin. Its head lifted last, and two tiny amethyst eyes opened with a color unmistakably identical to Phei’s.

Soraya forgot everything else for several seconds. "Gods..."

Phei watched her face in the mirror rather than the Mark.

She looked enchanted; the little Dragon shifted and one wing opened lazily before folding again; Soraya’s eyes widened.

"It moved."

Phei smiled. "It’s like a living soul."

"It’s so sooo so beautiful."

Her hand reached backward automatically, fingers stopping short when she remembered touching it would not exactly help her see. In the mirror her own expression was wrecked and luminous at once, mouth parted, eyes locked on the living thing blooming across her skin while Phei’s body remained fitted to hers.

Then Soraya’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Phei recognized danger.

"I want it bigger."

He laughed.

Soraya looked at him through the mirror. "I’m serious."

"How big?"

She lifted one hand and swept it dramatically over most of her back. "Here."

Phei stared.

"You want a Dragon tattoo covering your whole back?"

"I want your Mark covering my whole back. I have heard so much about the Mark from the girls but this is differerent from what I imagined my love... I want you imprinted all over on not only my soul but my back too! I want to be proudly tattooed in you, Phei!"

That wording did unfortunate things to his restraint.

Phei’s smile changed.

Soraya noticed: "Oh, that worked."

"Very much."

The Mark answered his will before the black scales spread slowly outward, the tiny living Dragon growing across Soraya’s skin while preserving every intricate detail. Its wings extended over her back in elegant curves, crimson glowing beneath their dark membranes as the pink threads became more visible. The body lengthened gracefully along her spine, tail curling toward one hip while the amethyst eyes remained bright enough to look almost aware inside the mirror.

(IMAGE; I tried to create it to resemble what I wanted but I couldn’t, sorry guys this is the best I could do. Just imagine it more beautiful and covering her whole back. You still remember Soraya’s image right. Anyway, let me just add it too.)

Soraya stared at it with undisguised delight.

Phei’s hands settled firmly around her hips.

Her gaze flicked toward his reflection.

Then his rhythm changed.

Soraya’s breath left her in a sharp cry, fingers immediately catching the bedding while Phei held her securely and moved with greater intensity. The mattress shifted under them. Her lithe body followed the motion helplessly, dark hair sliding over one shoulder while her eyes stubbornly remained fixed upon the mirror. He drew her against him with every stroke, the thick length of him filling her in deep, demanding rolls that made her thighs tighten and her back arch. Sweat gathered at her throat.

Her moans broke apart.

Still she watched the Dragon, as if losing sight of it would be a personal failure.

Her pussy made wet, filthy sounds around his cock. Each thrust stretched her open around the heavy shaft, her slick inner walls clinging and fluttering as he drove deeper. Her breasts bounced with the force. The tight peaks of her nipples dragged over his chest. In the mirror she could see everything: the dark Dragon spreading across her back, the flushed curve of her ass, the glistening place where his dick disappeared into her.

The Dragon on her back seemed almost alive beneath every movement.

Its wings shifted faintly.

Its tail curled.

Soraya moaned and reached behind herself until her fingers found Phei’s wrist.

"Don’t stop. Phei— don’t you dare stop. Look at it. Look at it, it’s—"

He had no intention of stopping.

"Fuck me harder," she gasped, eyes still locked on the glass. "I want to watch it while you ruin me."

Phei drew her closer, one arm firm around her middle while his other hand steadied her at the hip. Their reflection moved together beneath the dim bedroom light, Soraya’s face becoming increasingly flushed while she watched the living Dragon spread across her back and Phei watched the woman who had just agreed to become his wife lose the last pieces of her composure.

Her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Her stomach tightened. Her legs locked harder around him as he drove into her with a rhythm that no longer pretended to be patient.

He fucked her in deep, punishing strokes, the thick head of his cock punching against her deepest point while her soaked pussy struggled to keep him. Clear wetness spilled around his shaft and ran down her ass. Soraya cursed, then moaned, then laughed breathlessly when the Dragon’s tail curled toward her hip at the same moment he slammed into her again.

Then he played dirty.

Fiery Sovereignty of his Absolute cock followed and the warmth changed.

Then coolness followed it so quickly Soraya’s eyes went wide.

"Phei—"

The sensation shifted again, warmth and cold threading together under such precise control that Soraya’s entire body shuddered. Heat bloomed through her first, deep and spreading, then a sudden coolness rolled after it, shocking her inner walls into a tight, helpless clench around him. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she twisted enough to bite down against him, muffling the cry that escaped when the alternating sensation rolled through her again. Her toes curled. Her thighs shook.

The mattress complained softly under the force of his next stroke.

Her pussy seized around his cock so hard he groaned into her hair. Hot, then ice-cold, then hot again, the contrast ripping another broken "yes" out of her as he kept thrusting through it.

Phei laughed softly against her hair. "Still watching the Mark?"

Soraya lifted her face from his shoulder, breathing far too hard to answer with dignity.

Yet her eyes immediately returned to the mirror.

The Dragon’s amethyst gaze seemed to meet hers.

"It’s... fucking beautiful. Make it— ah— keep going. I want it. I want all of it. Phei, please—"

"Please what?" he asked, hips snapping into her wet heat. "Use your words, My Wife."

"Please fuck me," she moaned, watching herself take him in the glass. "Please don’t stop. I’m so full. I’m so— Phei—"

Phei kissed her shoulder.

"So are you."

That finally made Soraya look at him instead.

Whatever playful answer she had prepared disappeared beneath the next hours of relentless thrust and orgasms as he hammered, thrusted and fucked her so hard and faster as wave of pleasure. Her body tightened around him, legs locking harder as the intensity overwhelmed her carefully maintained control. She buried her face against his neck, trembling through the release while Phei held her securely and kept moving through it, slower now, deep enough that every aftershock pulled another broken sound from her throat.

Sweat stuck her hair to her temple. Her fingers stayed fisted in his back.

The living Dragon rested across her shoulder blades in the mirror, wings faintly flexed, as if it too had felt her come apart.

Her pussy fluttered and clenched around his cock in helpless pulses, soaking him as she came. He fucked her through every wave, watching her breasts shake, watching her mouth fall open, watching the living Mark glow faintly across the arched line of her back.

For a while only their breathing filled the room.

Soraya eventually lifted her head.

Her eyes were damp, cheeks flushed and smile utterly ruined in the best possible way.

She glanced into the mirror one more time.

The great living Dragon remained spread beautifully over her back.

Then she looked at Phei. "so I now have a husband."

Phei’s expression softened immediately.

He kissed her slowly, still inside her, still holding her as if the title itself had weight: "The first and the last."