Sealord: A Dark Dragon Shifter Romance

by Delta James

  When the orgasm had passed and she’d come back to him, she looked down to see him still cradling her thighs between his arms, his chin resting on her mons as he stared at her intently, but with a hint of a smile. She couldn’t help but smile back at him.

  “Come, my lord, and make me whole again. I have need of your strength...”

  Kellan had begun to move up along her body so that he never lost full contact with her. She’d sighed as he drew himself up, sliding between her thighs and dragging his body up, grazing her beaded and sensitive nipples.

  “And your cock,” she’d whispered, nipping her ear.

  His amusement had been deep and melodic. “Then, my drakaina, you shall have what you desire.”

  Having worked his way up her body so that he lay along her length, he’d kissed her closed lids and then drew back, waiting until she opened her eyes. The intensity of his stare causing her to blush and lower her lids.

  “Nay, Míorúilt, I will see your eyes as I mount you and you feel my staff sheathing itself in your wet heat.”

  She’d opened her eyes, locking gazes with him. Ever so slowly, he lined up his cock with her sheath. He’d reached underneath her to hold her buttocks in his hands, tilting her hips into perfect alignment with his now throbbing shaft, and sank gently into her, filling what felt like too small a space for the enormity of the staff that now filled her. Míorúilt’s body had arched up into his, and she’d clung to him as he began thrusting in and out, seeming to savor her response.

  She’d nibbled his collarbone as he’d relentlessly plundered her. Feeling her pussy contract all up and down his staff, she’d felt him drive into her with long, hard, sure strokes. Kellan seemed to recognize her need and he basked in the inferno of their shared passion. It was as if each drew from the other the very fire that dwelled within them, their bodies melding together in perfect harmony and rhythm.

  Míorúilt had understood, orgasming again, her nails digging into his back and her legs intertwining with his that he was her one true heart. Nothing that had come before held meaning for her. He was not the perfect hero she had imagined as a child; she knew that somehow she had been spared from the slaughter of their kind to exist for this man... this dragon, for his pleasure and as a vessel for his seed.

  She’d gloried in her knowledge and acceptance of her place as mate to one of the last elemental dragons, Kellan, Lord of the Seas. She would see their sons and daughters live to take their rightful place at the top of their kind. Her future, body, and soul were now inextricably linked with his, and that innate wisdom had given her a sense of peace and contentment that she had never thought would be hers.

  Harder and faster he’d pummeled her pussy as she began to experience one climax after another until they’d morphed into a single long, drawn-out orgasm that had her writhing beneath him, clawing at his back and crying out for him. He’d held her close, not allowing her to move, as he fucked her relentlessly and repeatedly. The dragon’s tongue had scraped her inner walls in a way that only enhanced her pleasure.

  “Kellan,” she’d screamed as she climaxed again.

  She felt him let slip his control, driving faster and harder toward his own release and gratification. She felt his cock swell as it filled with cum before he’d begun spilling himself in her and she’d purred in sexual satisfaction. Kellan nuzzled her and captured her mouth, bruising her lips as his cock throbbed and twitched, spurting out the last drops of his seed. Kellan had rested on her body, before grasping the twin globes of her buttocks and rolling to his back, keeping her tied to him by his cock lodged deep within her.

  He stroked her back and whispered, “You are my true heart, Míorúilt. You will be one with me for all time.”

  She’d purred as she rubbed her cheek against his softly furred chest. “Aye, my dragon lord, I will,” she’d murmured before succumbing to exhaustion and slept.

  It was only after he had eased himself from her tired and sore body that he had allowed her to sleep for the remainder of the night. Míorúilt worked to gently excise herself from Kellan’s arms. It had taken a few times as each time he sensed her withdrawal, he had tightened his embrace.

  Míorúilt had sought to soothe him by running her hands down his massive frame. Even though it had given her great pleasure, she avoided touching or even looking at his mighty staff as it stirred and began to become engorged. But avoiding staring was difficult. The thing seemed to have a life and mind of its own. Even lying dormant and against his thigh, it was impressive with its bulges, plating, and the dragon’s tongue twisting around it. But as it began to come alive and erect, it should have been terrifying, except it wasn’t. Being bred by her dragon mate had been glorious and yet painful.

  “It will get easier, Míorúilt,” he said gently, watching her intently.

  She locked eyes with his and felt a blush creep along her cheeks.

  “Will it, my lord, or is that something dragons tell their drakaina so that we won’t fight you each time you go to breed us?” she teased.

  Míorúilt surprised herself with how comfortable she felt in his presence, lying naked next to him in the rising sun.

  He chuckled. “That might be the case if the need to breed was more pressing and needed to be done more often for me to put a baby in your belly.”

  “Are you so sure you have accomplished that goal?” she said, laughing and not bothered by what she had once seen as his arrogance.

  “As I said, my seed is strong and I am sure it has already taken root.”

  Afraid he might be wrong and that she would have difficulty conceiving as her mother had, even though she now knew her parents had adopted her, she frowned. Kellan reached up and stroked the side of her face in a gesture of comfort and support. She rubbed her cheek against his hand.

  “And if I have failed to give you the child you so desire, my drakaina, I shall have to apply myself to breeding you repeatedly until you are satisfied with my efforts and your body accepts my seed,” he quipped.

  “Easy for you to say,” she replied, smiling. “The dragon’s tongue does not sink its teeth into your most delicate places.”

  “True enough, but as I recall, my drakaina, your pleasure seemed to far exceed any mild discomfort the act may have given you.”

  “Mild discomfort?” she snorted in mock outrage.

  Kellan laughed, enfolded her in his embrace, and kissed her with an insistent passion that she found intoxicating.

  “Kellan?”

  “Yes, my beloved,” he rumbled, seeming to be annoyed that she wanted to talk and not kiss.

  “Might I have some clothes?”

  “Why? I prefer you naked... so much easier to deal with whether it is because you have disobeyed me and are in need of my loving correction or because my cock is hard and needs the warmth and softness of your cunt.”

  She started to get angry until she truly looked at him and realized he was teasing her... at least partially.

  “Clothing doesn’t seem to have been much of an issue so far.”

  Sitting up, he pulled her into his lap, slipping his hand between her legs and tickling her clit, making her squirm as she wriggled on his lap. She felt his cock throbbing beneath her and snuggled contentedly against him.

  Nuzzling her, he removed his hand and said, “Clothes are going to be necessary if I am ever to get anything done other than servicing your needs, my greedy drakaina.”

  Chapter Nine

  Kellan helped her off his lap and stood, running his hands down her body possessively. He was finding that his true heart was a drakaina of rare quality. Not only had she pleased him beyond measure last night, but his bedding her seemed to have helped her to settle. There was no question in Kellan’s mind that Míorúilt had a deeply sensual and passionate nature, one which he planned to exploit and enjoy for the rest of their lives.

  He wondered if she realized her importance to both their species and to him. It made him proud that knowing nothing of their kind, she had been able to
embrace the reality of who she was, create a life completely on her own and had begun to safeguard others. Their people would be blessed by a lady who would see not only to their lord’s needs but theirs as well.

  “Kellan, may I fly up to the cave and see to my women? They will be worried about me and I can reassure them that you mean me no real or lasting harm.”

  “Then you would play them false. For if you disobey me, I will cause you real harm that will last several hours, days or longer depending upon the severity of my correction. And your ladies are no longer in their stronghold. I will go today to remove the remainder of their things...”

  “Where have they gone? What have you done with them?” she accused, putting distance between them.

  Kellan thought it best to quell her quarrelsome nature quickly before it got out of hand and reached out to stop her. Growling, he spun her back to him, pulling her so that her body was braced across his. Without a second thought, he rained a series of five hard strikes across her derriere. When she tried to struggle, he landed another set of five.

  “Enough, Míorúilt. I have done nothing to your women except to take them into my care and assign our warriors to lodge them and keep them safe in the citadel.”

  “You cannot do that,” she cried, suddenly reminded of the high-handed way in which he had dealt with her, ashamed that her lust for him had so quickly caused her to forget his arrogance.

  “Do not tell me I cannot do what I have already done. The women who dwelled unnaturally alone in the Cave of Tears will now be placed with loving mates who will see to their safety and correction.”

  “Their safety and correction?” she shrilled. “They are in no need of your or any other man’s correction, and I provided for their safety.”

  “And yet, they are now housed more appropriately with our men and you have taken your place in my bed as my mate and mother to my heirs and daughters. Do not argue with me, mate, or I may well choose to chastise you for using our most sacred place as a hideout for your outlaws and renegades.”

  “They are no more renegades than I am.”

  “My thoughts precisely,” he snarled.

  Míorúilt struggled, and his hold tightened as he peppered her backside.

  “You would do well to learn not to provoke me in your current state of undress as your libido begins to assert itself. As you can see, I am more than ready and able to accommodate your need.”

  He watched as her eyes darted to his swelling member and she blushed. She was an interesting combination of warrior and gently reared lady. He knew he had been the first one to lie within her arms and hear her call his name, the first to sheathe himself in her velvety channel, the first to feel her orgasm as it pulsed along his cock. And yet, she was glorious in her rebelliousness and fire. He wondered if she understood how easy it was for him to discern the state of her desire—her nipples were beaded, her skin flushed, her breathing unsteady and he was quite certain her cunt was swollen and ripe for the taking.

  Kellan told himself he should be understanding and try to deal more kindly with her. But her outright disobedience, her body’s betrayal of her need—both for sex and dominance—and his response to both was impossible to ignore. While he reminded himself she was not raised as a proper drakaina and taught she needed to surrender herself to her lord and master, Kellan needed to impress upon her that she would do so.

  Fisting her hair, he dragged her back to their bed and tossed her onto it, grasping her by the hips and pulling her back into position on her knees at the edge of the bed.

  “You will do well, my drakaina, to learn to behave yourself. You have a proud and defiant streak and you will learn to obey and not challenge me.”

  Without any foreplay or fondling, he lined up his cock with her swollen labia and thrust home, gratified when she cried out in shock as she climaxed. Míorúilt tried to scramble away, but he held her, one hand gripping the top of her shoulder and the other wrapped around her hip, driving his staff deep into her sheath repeatedly. She continued to try to escape his dominant possession, but he held fast.

  “Nay, Míorúilt, you will not evade your reckoning or my need to fuck you. You are lucky you pleased me so greatly last night that I am trying to keep my need to rut with you in check until your body has had more time to accustom itself to the needs of mine. But it is a known fact that drakaina, especially those of rare and exceptional quality, need a mate who can assure them of his strength and prowess with the judicious use of punishment and hard use of all their holes.”

  “No, Kellan,” she cried as she succumbed to another orgasm.

  Míorúilt bowed her back and her body quickly lost its rigidity as she began to surrender herself to the rhythm of his thrusting. He was able to release her shoulder and simply take hold of her hips to steady her while he drove into her again and again. She moaned in submission and desire; when Kellan’s hand ran down her spine to encourage her to lower herself onto her elbows, she did so without protest.

  “Yes, Míorúilt, that’s my good mate,” he crooned as his coupling became more frenzied.

  Kellan gave himself over to his need for her. Her pussy spasming almost continually around his pistoning rod was a feeling of almost unequaled pleasure. The only thing that had ever felt better was when he’d thrust inside her for the first time, shattering her virginity and she’d climaxed for him in response. He drew on all of his experience to prolong their pleasure.

  He withdrew almost completely, provoking a guttural cry of frustration. He smiled as the dragon’s tongue unraveled from around his throbbing shaft and penetrated her bottom hole. Kellan surged forward, causing his mate to scream in surrendered ecstasy. He roared as both of his members felt the strength of his true heart’s response as both dark passage and cunt clamped down on him. He thrust into her as her inner walls quivered and trembled as he continued to use her.

  Kellan heard her breath speed up and the noises she made morphed from cries to whimpers as he wrung repeated climaxes from her. He felt her body stiffen as she began to pant. He gave a last, brutal thrust and felt her topple over the edge, screaming as she reveled in his passionate dominance and once more both her back channel and her pussy spasmed down the length of his cock and the dragon’s tongue as she writhed in his hold. He savored every bit of the intense pleasure she provided as her pussy greedily milked his cock of every last drop of his essence. Her orgasm seemed to be non-ending. The little tremors that raced through her body after his release made her whimper in complete surrender to his mastery. Once she had quieted, he uncoupled from her, rubbing her reddened bottom with affection to remind her that she would submit to him and obey.

  “I had thought, Míorúilt, to take you with me when I went to the cave and to check on the women who now find themselves in my care, but I think, perhaps it would serve you better to remain here on the island.”

  “I won’t stay. I’ll be gone the second you leave.”

  He laughed. “Nay, sweetheart, you won’t. I will put you back in your cell until I return. When I do so, I will bring you proper clothing as I find you far too tempting in your current state of undress.”

  Kellan tried to help her from their bed but she slapped his hand away and made a bid for her freedom. He prevented her escape and tossed her over his shoulder and spanked her three times, adding to what had to be an already stinging backside. He trotted down the stairs and into the dungeon, depositing her on the cot in the barred room, locking the door behind him. He was only just able to dodge the dragon fire she breathed in his direction.

  “I will allow you that bit of temper, but you had best work on your attitude while I am gone. When I return, I will have need of you again.” He tossed her one of his shirts through the bars of the cell. “Put this on. I will bring a warrior to the island to ensure your safety.”

  He left the dungeon hearing her curse his name. Kellan decided it was probably best if he brought at least one of his men to guard the island in his absence while he spoke with Fionn a
bout the disposition of the women in general, and the one called Brenna in particular. He would fly the guard to his castle to keep watch over Míorúilt and dispatch two others to the cave. When he finished talking to Fionn, he would join the other two in the cave to sort out the women’s belongings and see what remained of the shattered dragon eggs.

  Kellan made short work of the distance between the island and the citadel at Dragon’s Galloglas. Lorcan was chosen to return with him to the Raicleach and once Kellan had delivered him, he collected his reticule with his clothing and weapons and returned to find that Fionn had sent two of the others to the Cave of Tears to retrieve the personal belongings of the four women who now found themselves in Kellan’s care.

  “How fared your night?” asked Kellan.

  “Not as well as yours, I am sure.”

  Kellan smiled at him.

  Fionn continued, “There was a great deal of wailing and a considerable amount of cursing. Not knowing how you wanted them handled, we opted to just keep them confined each to a room with a high window and no chance of escape.”

  “I had thought to go to the Cave of Tears and retrieve our new clan members’ things...”

  “There is no need, my lord Kellan. I sent two of the men and a cart. They should be able to make short work of it and seal the cave’s entrance. After they are finished, they can also seal the tunnel that led from the top of the bluff to their lair. Once you have recovered from the throes of the rut, you can melt the rock into a solid mass to keep the Cave of Tears the sacred place you intended it to be.”