Rosko, Mandy - Eclipse (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Mandy Rosko

  “Do that again,” Aaron moaned, having lifted himself to his elbows, watching her now, yellow-green eyes focused and intense.

  She laughed a little. “Don’t think I can, but I can do this.” She bent down and planted a kiss along the length of it, feeling the golden silk jump beneath her lips, then she scraped the base gently with her teeth and fangs, bringing more sounds out of him.

  His heart pumped so fast it was like a drummer practicing next to her ear. Though he tried to hold back, she felt the stiffening of his legs and prick as he prepared to come. Dawn quickly sat up straight, adjusted the blouse so that it was spread out more evenly over his groin, and then grabbed his balls.

  Aaron fell back, entirely lost to her actions, his cock jumping and spurting, ruining her new incredibly expensive blouse. She watched him, and smelled the immediate musk of his spilled fluids and sweat. The muscles in his legs became tight as his back arched, and then she heard the soft thumping of his slowing heart.

  His blood did not cease its travel around his body, however. It moved again, flooding his face now, even as he threw away her blouse and started to retie the strings of his breeches, covering himself fully with his cloak next. “’Tis humiliating that I spill like an adolescent.”

  Dawn watched him adjust his clothing with disappointed longing. If only he could just take his clothes off and lay with her, but every time they came together it would have to be like this. Better this to being transformed into another statue decorating the elf palace. She stretched her body over top of his, just like the last time, resting her ear over his chest, her favorite place, right where she could hear his heart.

  “We’ll have plenty of time to get you into marathon shape. Sprinting is still good though, for now,” she added as his body stiffened beneath hers.

  She hadn’t meant to give him the wrong idea. She grabbed his hand quickly and tucked it between her legs. This should take his mind off it. “Now, if you don’t mind, we do have a schedule to keep.”

  He grinned. “As ye wish, princess, but there is one act I would like to perform before we make our leave.”

  She couldn’t think of what that would be, but the unknown possibilities were exciting. “It won’t take too long?”

  “My father will welcome the excuse to prolong his stay a few moments more, and I find, because of yer example, I cannot bring myself to leave here without using Anata’s spell.”

  His palm and fingers were still putting pressure against her sex, moving up and down in a fluid motion that served to fuel the fires there, nearly causing her to miss what he’d just said. “Spell?”

  His grin allowed her to glimpse the white of his teeth and even the tiny fangs that most every humanoid species seemed to have. “Aye.”

  His eyes seemed to become larger, their grass-green color so close she could make out the little flecks of amber and yellow that surrounded his black pupils until they vanished, consumed by the color. Dawn was falling into them, the greens and yellows shimmered as though they were thousands of tiny emeralds that reached out and pulled her in.

  She didn’t feel the sensation of falling nor the fear of what would happen when she landed, but when the colors retracted, she was no longer in bed with Aaron in their chamber. And she no longer had her clothes on.

  They were lying in a grassy field that rippled with small hills all around them, giving the illusion of privacy in such an open space. They were caught up in each other’s arms, and Aaron was as naked as she.

  That hardly concerned her. What made her fly away, fall on her ass, and search around in a panicked haze for any place to hide her body was the yellow sun directly above, spotlighting them.

  Aaron got up and followed, his hands out as though to calm a frightened animal. “Dawn.”

  “The sun! I need a blanket! Cover me up, it’s burning me!”

  “It’s not.” He reached out and grabbed her by her shoulders, skin to skin touch, which was enough of a jolt to make her realize that she really wasn’t on fire. His thumbs stroked her skin. “Ye are well, see?”

  Dawn released a shaking breath. Her eyes burned to shed tears, but she held them back. “How are you doing this?”

  “I am not. ’Tis Anata’s spell.”

  Her eyes went down the expanse of his muscled chest, to the slight dip in his stomach, and then to the rough, golden hairs that masked a flaccid prick. “He said he couldn’t cure you.”

  He laughed, his fingers finding her chin and lifting her head so that her eyes were on his face instead of his cock. “And he cannot. ’Tis but a salve for a burning wound, and ’tis a gift I will gladly take.”

  Dawn opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but he sidestepped her by kissing her, and oh, did his lips ever feel good. They were warm and dry, and his ministrations with them were the most wonderfully intimate thing he’d done to her yet.

  He put his hand behind her neck just under her hair, and his palm against the tiny hairs there tickled her and made her shiver.

  She found herself laying back into the soft grass as he pulled his weight over her. There was something wrong with it, though. For all of his muscle and height, he should have felt heavier, even with Dawn’s strength, she should have noticed it more.

  “Do not think on it, princess,” Aaron said, then his mouth was on her breast, not just his teeth biting and tongue licking, but his whole mouth, lips, teeth and tongue included.

  She gasped as the sharp sizzle thundered from her nipple to her sex, causing it to swell and slicken even more so than when he’d simply been petting her there, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough of what she wanted.

  She pushed him off, and he sat up, confusion etched on his face. “Are ye—”

  “Lay down,” she commanded, grabbing him again and pushing him down so that he was lying on the grass and she was on top of him.

  He grinned at her. “I have never known ladies to be so commanding before.”

  “And you’re totally into it, aren’t you?”

  The smile never left his face, but he did tilt his head at her choice of words. She laughed. Right. He didn’t know what she meant.

  “Remember when I said there was something I wished to do to you?”

  Just as she shimmied down his body, she was aware of the jump in his dick, and he propped himself onto his elbows to get a better look at her as she went down. “Now ye will not have trouble with that garment ye used before.”

  The eager gleam in his eyes as he said it was enough to crank up the buzzing inside her until her blood vibrated.

  She bent down, keeping her eyes on his face the entire time, and put her mouth over his hardened prick. His chest shook with his gasping inhale, but he didn’t fall back like before. He locked his arms to stay upright and kept his eyes on Dawn’s progress, mouth open just enough to give Dawn a glimpse of his tongue. And did she have plans for that tongue.

  She bobbed her head for several seconds, gently scraping her teeth along the shaft and feeling his shudders pass into herself. It excited her all the more, but she wasn’t about to let him off easy, literally, until he’d brought her off first.

  She pulled her mouth away when his lips lifted and became tight and when his balls prepared to release his fluids. She grabbed him by the base of his dick, preventing his orgasm.

  He cried out in a sort of disappointed agony as his pleasure continued to soar without the release he wanted. “Nay, nay, what are ye doing?”

  “You’re getting this right the first time,” she said. “Now calm down.” She directed that last part down to the engorged length in her hand.

  Aaron groaned as his head fell back. “Dawn.”

  “Stop complaining. You’ll like it better like this.”

  Finally, she sensed some of the blood in his cock disperse as his body calmed. She relaxed her hand and released him without fear of him coming again. Then she lifted herself up and put her leg over him, straddling him.

  Aaron sat up so they were chest to chest, and her nip
ples rubbed against his chest. “I have wanted this for so long. The feel of your wet cunt on my manhood has nearly brought me to madness.”

  Her heart lurched. “I hope this doesn’t disappoint then.”

  He grabbed his cock and pointed it at her opening. “Ye shan’t.”

  Dawn sank down on him and was shocked at the sudden pain within her body. She cried out and tensed up until the hurting stopped.

  What the—?

  She glared at her husband as the answer came to her. “You made me a virgin.”

  He grinned and nodded. “The dragon king offered this spell to fulfill both of our fantasies. I thought it only prudent this be included as well.”

  A fantasy spell. So that’s all this was. Of course, she was aware there was no way they could be touching, or doing this for real, or even her sitting in the sunlight, but knowing they were just in some sort of dreamland took the magic right out of it.

  She brought his face forward and kissed him, eager to forget about it, and she ran her finger through his hair, scratched her nails along his chest and back, delighting in the gentle pull of his skin.

  Was this what the real deal felt like, or was it just part of the fantasy?

  But now Aaron was moving within her, and the pumping in and out motion of his cock inside her, stroking her walls and making them sizzle, felt pretty damn real to her.

  She moved against him, hard and deep, so that the friction within and on her clit made the inner heat swell and grow.

  This might be a fantasy fuck, but it was the best damned fantasy she’d ever had.

  His thrusts became quick and furious as his flesh slapped against hers, a sure sign of someone with little to no experience. He wanted the immediate satisfaction rather than the glory of drawing out their suffering.

  With this spell she was going to have a ball teaching him how to do otherwise over their next encounters. Right now, she wanted him as hard and heavy as he desired it.

  Maybe it was because it was a fantasy, or just the both of them working towards a goal, but when his body stiffened and cock spasmed within her, she was right on the ball with him, inner walls clenching as her orgasm bloomed like an exploding firework.

  Her whole body turned into a boiled noodle on her and just gave up right on top of him. Dawn couldn’t hold her weight even if she’d wanted to. She only became aware again as Aaron curved her hair behind her ear.

  His hand went pretty high along her scalp to be able to do that. She brought her hand up to feel and shook her head at the long point she found there.

  “Is this why I can sit in the sun here?”

  “Do not be angry, princess,” he said, confidant and cocky as any guy would be who just got laid. “Believe that I would not have ye as anything but what ye are, but this is satisfying as well, correct?”

  A reluctant smile curved her lips, and she had to look away from the triumphant gleam in his eyes. “You’re lucky that it is.”

  * * * *

  When they awoke, they were both still on the bed, lying next to each other, and mostly clothed, from Dawn’s earlier activities. But they weren’t wrapped around each other like they’d been when they left that dream state Aaron had pulled them into.

  In fact, now that she was awake and in the real world, all the fuzzy, glowing post-coitus feelings Dawn had very nearly vanished. Maybe it was because they hadn’t actually made love but were still fooling around before going into that dream state. Either way, her buzz wasn’t as strong as it should have been.

  She didn’t have time to look too deeply into it or even ask Aaron if he felt the same. The same dragon woman who seemed to be in charge of seeing them off came back to tersely remind them that their welcome had worn out. With Aaron still in the room, and their scent in the air, it was obvious what had just happened.

  Dawn half expected a big to-do, but the woman’s face was stony as ever as she asked if they would like an escort out. Aaron, the most embarrassed of the three of them, agreed, and after Dawn redressed herself in more borrowed clothes, they exited the rooms, keeping along the same hall that was nearest the outer stone of the mountain.

  The dragon woman took Dawn and Aaron to a pair of heavy double doors that were barely ten yards away from where they, and the others, had been kept while Devon recovered. Inside was a grand, polished cavern with steel-tiled flooring, uncovered beams above for ventilation and hanging lights, and a vast opening. They were in a flight deck.

  Two dragons, both in actual dragon form and large enough to take on any Titanboa, stood shifting their clawed feet and rustling leathery wings as they waited impatiently.

  Dawn took the scene in—real, live dragons kneeling down, waiting to be mounted, with straps and passenger saddles mounted to their backs. It was…stunning.

  One dragon was noticeably larger than the other to accommodate Aelmon’s seating requirements for his leg, and there were more harnesses and straps wrapped around the belly of the creature to put larger saddles in place.

  They were going to fly to the elf palace on a dragon’s back. Of course, it made sense. She didn’t know why, but when Anata had said they would be flying back, she half expected there to be helicopters waiting for them.

  Aelmon was already seated, chatting happily as Bell strapped him in place with the leather buckles that were wrapped around the dragon’s back and worked as seatbelts. The king’s leg was supported by a thin, flat board, used to keep it straight during the ride, and when Bell was certain he was in securely, she sat herself next to him.

  Kehn was beneath him, neck craned up and watching with unease. When Aelmon was in place, Kehn jumped onto its back and seated himself as gracefully as though he rode a dragon every day.

  “Are we taking the other one?” Dawn asked.

  “The other one has a name,” the dragon rumbled with distaste, yellow eyes with black diamond slits the size of basketballs staring at her.

  Dawn was taken aback that it—he—had spoken. “Oh, right, sorry. I hadn’t realized.”

  The dragon snorted. He didn’t offer his name, and Dawn wasn’t feeling up to making any friends, so she didn’t ask. She was too focused on Aaron.

  He reached his gloved hand out and slid her fingers into his. He was extra covered, his collar folded up so that it covered the sides of his face. Guess the taxi-dragons didn’t want to take too much of a risk that he’d fall forward and turn one of them into a statue.

  They approached the second dragon without a name. “Help me up?” she asked. She didn’t much feel like showing off like Kehn did.

  The dragon grumbled a little at her, but nodded its spiny, serpent-like head. It lowered one of its giant wings. Dawn stepped cautiously on it. The leathery skin of it was so thin she was half afraid her boot would go right through, but nothing happened. The wing seemed to be hard enough to match the strength of the steel beneath them all. Aaron stepped on next to her, and the dragon worked its wing like an elevator to hoist them up.

  There were two saddles, immediately side by side as this dragon was not as large as the one that would carry the king and his two protectors. Aaron picked one and immediately moved to strap himself in. He tensed in surprise when Dawn ignored the extra spot, sat behind him, and wound her arms around his chest, ready to hang on.

  “’Tis not safe,” he said.

  She snuggled closer and gripped him tighter. “I’m comfortable right where I am.”

  He chuckled, gloved hand touching hers as they rested against his belly. “I did not mean the dangers of being near me, princess. You could fall.”

  “I’m a vampire,” she said. “I’d survive it.”

  Really, what she wanted was some of the closeness she’d been denied from earlier.

  The dragon beneath their legs rumbled. Dawn got the impression he was rolling his eyes at their banter. She scowled at the back of his scaled head. Let him think what he wanted. If she was in a good mood and wanted to sweet talk, then she was going to do it. Besides, riding passenger was occa
sionally fun just for being close, even though Aaron wouldn’t be driving and this wasn’t one of Dawn’s motorcycles.

  Aaron cleared his throat. “Very well, we are ready whenever ye are, pilot. Take us home.”

  Both dragons rumbled their agreement, lifted their long, leathery wings, and turned about-face to the open mouth of the cave. Dawn had never been on an elephant before, but she somehow thought this would feel the same as the giant mass moved beneath her, slow yet powerful.

  Both came to the ledge of the cave, the wind of the night cold and whistling at their height. The first dragon roared and leapt from the mouth. Catching the wind, it soared as lightly as a hummingbird.

  The dragon she and Aaron rode did the same before making a dive off the solid floor. Like a roller coaster ride, Dawn experienced the sensation of weightlessness, and she squeezed her arms around Aaron and her thighs around the dragon as best she could to keep from flying right off.

  They went vertical again, and when Dawn no longer felt in danger of slipping, she breathed a sigh. The massive weight beneath her rumbled.

  The dragon was laughing at her!

  “Shut up,” she muttered, kicking it a little as they soared toward home.

  Chapter Eleven

  The two dragons landed on the beach, not a far distance from the palace, but far enough that Dawn became suspicious.

  Wouldn’t Anata have sent a messenger to let the elves know they were coming? Why bother landing here?

  She didn’t get a chance to ask. The second their passengers were safely down on the sand, both dragons frantically flapped their wings, pulling themselves back into the air—which looked much more difficult now that they didn’t have a perch to leap from—and headed back toward the mountain.

  It was odd and left her a little jarred. The flight had taken minutes compared to the two-day walk through the forest.