Demons & Dragons

by Gina Kincade

  Her wetness had already built. The hot liquid made it easy to rub herself furiously to a heightened pleasure before plunging several fingers inside herself. When she teetered on the edge of her final ascent to orgasm, she placed her other hand over his manhood. As she writhed of her own ministrations, she could feel him harden as well. With thoughts of them both vital and able-bodied, she let the ripple of her bliss wash through her. He moaned along. His body jerked twice, but he never woke up. Sex magic had never failed her before, she thought as she curled up with his prone form on the bed, letting her tears fall over his bronze skin where she'd come to rest her head on his chest.

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  He had slept through the rest of the day, all through the night and into the next afternoon while she fretted over him. She had tried one healing spell and then another. Yet, when he finally awoke to her sitting beside him, she feared she'd poked a bear as feisty his words and as angry his tone. Apparently, she had managed only to heal him of his physical illness.

  “What the hell happened? How did I get in here?”

  “Ger brought you in,” she said in quiet voice while lifting herself off the bed.

  “Ger. Right. Now I remember falling to the ground. The last thing I saw was the woman I love scantily dressed in the arms of another man. Dare I ask if that was the first time you were with him?”

  “How dare you ask such a thing at all! How dare you say anything to me when it is your mother who ran me out of England and who has probably destroyed the lives of all those associated with me in your absence.” She stormed from the room, but he jumped from the bed and followed her.

  “Please, forgive me, but my heart barely beats in my chest thinking of another man’s hands on you. Please, I have to know.”

  “Why, would it make a difference? Would you leave me here with no options before me? Once your mother realizes those two men she hired are not coming back to give her information, who knows what she will do. We can not just go about starting new lives not knowing what havoc she is wreaking back in England.”

  This naked man so close put a rueful grimace upon her face. Sick of being the one in pain, the one with no options, the one who carried so much guilt for her actions, she let the anger devour her sorrow. She threw caution to the wind. Pressing fully up against him to silence his next tirade before it even began, she let her hands roam down over his bulging arms.

  “Ruffled feathers, magic man? I feel no misery for you because it is the way my life has been since I met you.”

  His body trembled against hers. His energy dropped significantly, and a darkness enveloped him. It scared her, but she couldn’t step away.

  “If that is your way of hurting me back, I find it most displeasing to your character. We can stand here all night and hurt each other, or we can try to work out what we are going to do next.”

  “Do you really think I could let another man touch me?” She lost the battle she had been fighting with her emotions and her tears, too tired to fight or hide. “I had to take the chance in talking to Ger so, hopefully, the man will return for us. He is a harmless rake, and if you must know, I moved away from him right after he touched me. It was because of that, I spotted you on the ground.”

  Her hands had stopped at her sides in fists, and he clasped a hand over her wrist as though the position could fix everything wrong in this moment. “How could I stay angry with such a fetching lady pressed up against me?” he said, kissing her quickly.

  “What are we to do now?” she asked, breathless.

  “When Ger comes for us, we have to go back. We must face whatever has been done, together. I know you can not simply walk away without knowing what has happened to Lord and Lady Sanderly for certain. And, if something has, we will try our best to make it right by them. I am ready to fight my mother on her own level now. Nothing will take you from me again. We will fight the world which will not let us be together. I am a person in my own right, am I not, aside from my title? I can not walk away from my circumstance even if I wanted to, but I can fight if I disregard the consequences of my actions.”

  “And, will you fight to find your father?”

  “One battle at a time, my dear. My mother and the formidable ton should be enough at first.” He led her back into the bedroom. She went willingly.

  “You are breathtaking,” he said, pulling her shift over her head. “Your breasts burgeon forward in want of my hand over them, and your nipples tighten to perfect peaks that beg to be suckled. Then you curve downward with capacious hips which frame your mons consummately well. I am aroused just thinking of you. I know within those folds that the scarlet skin feels like velvet when it is wet from your own generous passions.”

  She had not a response to his display of words, and thus standing there dumbfounded, she let herself be scooped up off of her feet and placed onto the bed. The coverlet heated by the mid-afternoon sun shining through the window did not hold a candle to the heat of the body which landed on top of hers.

  He pierced her opening with his mounting erection, and in mere moments he had shoved his entire length up inside of her. The intense pulses of her nerves as her passage stretched to accommodate him left her breathless. Through that same window, the greens of the trees blurred with the blues of the sky above them. The scares of the last days and the fatigue from their last fight worked like dark magic muddling her mind.

  Drawn to a point beyond reason, impulses unmanaged took ownership of her. She partook of the pleasures his lips provided. There were moments their joining was so dream-like she wondered whether he was real or just woven from her earlier imaginings. Such a scarce difference, she found, betwixt the two events.

  Edmund claimed her like a gentleman and a fierce predator, the best of both worlds. He rode her mercilessly. She felt like an animal being claimed by its mate. With each abrupt slide of his shaft, her inner walls clamped down around him. Her contractions overwhelmed her into climax as he shot his hot seed. She let out a fierce cry that sent the real animals scurrying away.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Feeling better this morning, my Lord?” she asked after rolling over and seeing him staring out the window of the bedroom.

  “I am, thanks to you.”

  “Thank the island, or I fear you may not have been as well recovered in such a small amount of time.”

  “Actually, I think it was the magic of being joined with you, which helped me more than anything else. I feel like I am invincible when you are with me, loving me.” He rolled onto his side then. Kissing her, he ran a hand down over her until it came to rest where he could play in the hairs just below her stomach. “It can be the same when we get back to England, you know? Together we can remain unstoppable.”

  “You really do believe that, don’t you? You really believe we can make everything right? You imagine we can convince your mother to allow us to marry and live a wonderful life, happily ever after, a country gentleman’s daughter and a Marquess who just happen to be witches?”

  “I only know that if I am with you, if I know you are supporting me, whatever happens I will be able to handle. All I want is to know that I can always have you for my own.”

  “There are many others to consider.”

  “Speaking of considering…”

  “You are changing the subject.” She couldn’t help but smile at his mischievous grin.

  All the while, she moved her hips in response to the petting of his fingers.

  “I am, but I am only getting back to what was on my mind to begin with.”

  “Let’s hear it then.”

  “If you do not mind, would you change me into the first creature again and fly with me? I realize I should probably be tired out by now, but instead I have energy to exhaust.”

  “I cannot transform into anything as you can.” She ran her hand down over his chest thinking him quite majestic in this form.

  “Actually, that was not quite what I had in mind. I seem to be craving the feelings of strength and dominanc
e I had as that beast. My other shifts were not quite the same. I want to feel that level of fortitude and vitality again. I want you to sit naked, human, upon the creature's back while I fly over the island. Hopefully that's not too odd a request. I just want it all natural, woman and beast. We can even take a quick swim if you are game. Then, riding on the adrenaline of the flight, I want to transform back into a man and take you like I wanted to the first time I saw you. Is it all too much to ask? Am I going crazy with power? If I am, please forgive me, but our time is limited here.”

  He finished with a small laugh, having taken his hand back and angled a bit away from her. The tinge of red over his sun-kissed cheeks adorable, especially when she took into account the way his jaw clenched, she caved. She caught his laugh, feeling the heightened energy of excitement coming off of him like a small child wishing to try something new and seemingly daring.

  “I hadn’t thought you would still get embarrassed around me. Once you meet more witches, you will find we are a most accepting sort of people. I am up for your plan. Just remember to be careful with me on your back. Do not fly off at such a speed that I can no longer hold on. Also, do not stay under the water for longer than I can hold my breath. Try to remember, I will still be only human as you are requesting, my Lord.”

  “Of course, my love. Place your trust in me.” His kiss consuming, more feral, she believed an animal attacked her anew. She knew she would never tire of the feeling of begin captured by him.

  “I do trust you.” She made her voice serious. He cut her off with yet another kiss. When his lips lessened their intensity, she whispered, “It is the creature I created I am grandly unsure of.”

  She found his hearty laughter at her words less than comforting. With some trepidation, she went for the necessary supplies. Since he had transformed into other animals, she would need to redo the spell from scratch.

  Once she had turned him again, she climbed up onto a rock and slid her leg over the beast. Straddling the skin of the reptile, she felt his massive ribcage expanding with each breath between her legs. The creature turned its neck to look at her. Caught by the sparkle in his eyes, she could see the man she loved there mixed with the hungers of the dragon-like beast. She was a bit afraid of riding a creature this size, but willing to do anything for him.

  In all honesty, she knew he had captured her heart from the moment she first saw him back in England, and that he would always own it no matter where they were. She could no more outrun nor transform her love for him than she could silence her own heart from beating. What nonsense to have even tried.

  Sitting right above his wings when he took off, she thanked her lucky stars she had thought to tie a bit of fabric around his neck to help hold her there. By the time they flew above the trees, her stomach had rolled out several small protests. On the other hand, her blood still pumped with her excitement. The adventuress in her glanced quickly down through the trees. A dizzying feeling to be so high, to be so naked outdoors with her feet freely dangling in the sky, still she wondered upon what it could be like to see it all through the eyes of the beast.

  Their descent to the water set her heart thumping up into her throat as she braced for the rush of cold water over her body. The beast’s head broke through the water, making two separate waves that enclosed over her as she entered into its depths. Sad she had to keep her eyes closed as they sailed under it, the rush of the liquid over her skin made it impossible to tell if only water hit against her. She held her breath, losing all sense of her surroundings and control. A few seconds later, when they came up out of the sea, she forgot to be scared. She watched the water flow off of their bodies and shower the ever-distancing ground of the island. She even whelped out her thrill as soft leaves brushed against her toes.

  Just as she grew acquainted with the high of her adventure, the creature landed with an amazing grace upon the ground. Before she could even react to the thought of getting off of him, she found herself straddling the back of a naked man. She ran her hands through his hair and over the muscles below.

  “Reach down and touch me, Aubrey,” he breathed out heavily.

  Lowering her breasts to his back, she ran her hands over his stomach until they met with his rock hard staff. She stroked the silky throbbing skin with one hand.

  “You are so hard my love, my Lord. Your shift aroused you again.”

  “I can feel your own arousal wetting my back. I can’t wait to enter you.”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  “I want to gaze upon your luscious curves, spread your thighs apart and taste you first.”

  “I am beginning to really like your plans.” She slid off him, expecting to follow him into the villa this time, but he lifted her to the outcrop of rock that had earlier served as a step for her to mount him. He set her delicately just upon the edge of it. With the sun’s rays warming their skin, he stood before her. Aroused merely by him looking at her body, she separated her legs to let him see her glistening folds.

  She laughed softly, answering his slight inhalation, thrilled by the compliment. Watching him move in between her legs, she braced herself for his touch as her insides quivered.

  “I must caress you every day for the remainder of my life.”

  His touch tender, her blood rushed to each spot, swelling it, making it ready for him until she became physically faint.

  An unusually rapid pulsing sensation encircled her cunny. The pulse became a throb. She watched the shape of his mouth melt within her folds. The smells of the plants around her, the increasing warmth of the late afternoon sun, and his mouth affected her like an erotic spell.

  “You are a beast in either form.” Her body moved of its own volition, taking what it needed from him as her muscles, contorted following the glorious sensations of her nerve endings.

  “Look, Aubrey.”

  She focused despite her ecstasy. A white ball of light had formed where his fingers touched upon her skin.

  “I need to be inside of you, but I do not believe you will fancy this hard rock once I begin.” He scooped her body up again and began walking to the villa.

  “Thank the heavens! I thought we were going to join outdoors now, like the rest of the animals.”

  His erect cock tapped her ass as he carried her, summoning her to touch it. With considerable effort against the movements of his gait, she wiggled her hand under her thigh and latched on. The skin stretched and taut, it pushed against her touch, rising with a small jerk of passion. Placing her palm flat underneath it, she rubbed one long predominant vein. This movement pushed the upper side of his member against the soft flesh of her cheeks. He groaned and stumbled, missing one step before he regained his stride and barreled them through the door.

  The bed in the room covered with two rumpled blankets had one pillow propped up against it on the floor. It had already seen one great battle of their bodies, and she liked the way it welcomed them to another. He set her down on her feet just inches from the bed. Moving around her, he picked up the fallen pillow and laid it at the edge of the mattress. He turned her body to face the pillow and bent her over it, lifting her ass into the air.

  He curved his front over her back, letting his cock fall in line between her cheeks this time. Encircling her with his arms, he found her breasts with his hands.

  As he plied her nipples, he spoke in her ear, “I love you, Aubrey. Forgive me, for I cannot say it enough. Whatever we need to do to keep you and your cousins safe, I promise you I will do once we return. Just do not make me be separated from you ever again. I promise you love. I promise you pleasure. I promise you a lifetime of taking care of you. I promise you safety. Promise me only love and magic.”

  “That shall require of me no effort at all, my Lord,” she said with tears clouding her vision. “Love and magic are but the same entity, and I love you with my whole heart.”

  She parted her legs further, urging him to slide into her warmth. The force of his penetration swift, still she opened easily
around him, trembling under his ardent stimulation. He cupped her hips with masculine hands, and she relished the way he took control. Once their bodies had joined into a harmonious rhythm, the magic within their souls flooded together, too. He moaned into her ear as she felt the throbbing rushes of magic course through his member. The light of their conjoined orgasms could have blinded them if not impervious to the damage of their own light.

  They rode the waves together before climbing up onto the bed with her back encased by his front. She went to sleep whole, and fully in love, feeling the softened length of his cock pressing intimately between her round cheeks.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next morning, they rose from the bed and readied themselves for departure as the sun made its first appearance over the island. While their sail with Ger to the mainland had been uneventful, the sail back across the channel raged stormy. More often than not, they merely dealt with the early autumn rains, however, the unpredictable nature of the sea gave way to a few ill-favored moments as well.

  Still, Aubrey was more comfortable this trip. Edmund had wheedled his way into posing as her husband, and therefore, stood always at her side. The magnificence of the ship raised her excitement, as long as she did not allow less than pleasing thoughts of what they faced in England dwell upon her mind. Three days out, they ran into a most perfect storm making the movements of the great vessel a feat to manage. The sails furled with noises like a grievous cannon being fired repeatedly. A small bit of hysteria raided the ship while the new blackish-grey clouds built upon the horizon. The minor issue of rationed fresh water no longer a problem, though, thanks to the continually fresh supply given by the sky. It had already rained aplenty to fill several pans and baths. Collecting water had been at least something to do to take her mind from her difficulties, to be sure.

  The meal they took during this storm proved quite eventful. Boiled potatoes seemed to practically serve themselves as they rolled about the tables. Many wore splashes of port or ale upon their clothing. The wretched weather rolled the ship and her stomach, making it hard to consume much anyway. One poor woman became quite distraught having caught a bowl of pudding with her bosom. She flounced as best she could from the room on wobbly legs. Aubrey had luckily thought to suppress her laughter. Traveling as Lady Dalysbury, she had to style herself as did the others who thought themselves the cream of society.