by T. J. Quinn
He kissed her a thousand times, deep kisses, small kisses, all meant to bring out the passion that had been Simmering between them since their eyes met for the first time, on the councils’ room.
After a few minutes, they were both breathing heavily, their chests were heaving, and their hearts drummed to the same rhythm. They wanted more, they needed more.
“Tell me to leave, if that’s what you want,” he had murmured before he brushed her full lips once more.
Rosalind could see so much passion and desire in his eyes, she had no doubt it matched her own need, her own desire.
She covered his hands with hers and shook her head. “I don’t want you to leave,” she murmured, anticipating the pleasure she knew they would conjure together.
She knew she was tossing caution into the wind, but she was determined to live to the fullest, the time she had left with him. Nothing else mattered.
Haakon sighed, relieved, before he leaned forward once more, and captured her lips in another passionate kiss. His tongue slid between her lips, conquering her mouth, delving each inch of it, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless and aroused.
The passion burning between them finally exploded. Hungry kisses and urgent caresses were exchanged as they tore their clothes off, eager to feel each other’s skin.
Seeing Rosalind’s perfect body for the first time was so arousing, he thought he was going to lose his self-control. She was so perfect, so beautiful; he couldn’t wait to taste her sweetness.
The first time Rosalind saw Haakon completely naked, her heart stopped beating for a second. Over seven feet tall, he was pure muscle, perfectly shaped and breath-taking. But what surprised her the most, was his cock.
God, he was imposing. Thicker and larger than anyone she had seen before in her life. But the most impressive part was the ridges he had, from the tip to the base of his cock, over and underneath it, the same ridges he had on his forehead. It looked amazing.
Anxious to feel him, she stretched her hand, but he stopped her halfway there, picking her hand and kissing her palm.
“I’ve wanted you for so long that if you touch me, I might lose control,” he explained, picking her up in his arms and carrying her to her bedroom and straight to her bed.
She chuckled and crawled to the middle of the bed, and he crawled after her, nesting his body between her legs, allowing her to feel his hard cock poking her stomach.
She gasped, feeling as desire rushed through her whole body, making it hard for her to focus on anything other than him and the feelings he aroused in her.
He intertwined his fingers in hers and pulled her hands over her head, before he captured her lips, his tongue swirling around hers in a teasing duel.
He ran his hands down her arms, making her moan with pleasure before he cupped her face, to deepen the kiss.
When they were both breathless, he finally released her lips, to trace a trail of fire with small kisses across her cheeks, all over her ears, down her neck and straight to her breasts.
His hands followed the same path to her chest, and cupped her big, round breasts, squeezing them gently, ripping a moan from her lips. Her whole body arched to meet his, craving more contact.
“You are so beautiful, you take my breath away,” he murmured, grazing his lips through her hot skin, sucking her hard nipples a few times, swirling his rough tongue around the sensitive skin, making her squirm beneath him.
“Oh god… please…” her arousal had reached levels she had never experienced before, and she could feel an enormous orgasm building up inside her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.
He smiled and slid his hand down her belly, until he was able to cup her mound, feeling the warmth of her mound. Meanwhile, his lips and tongue were still playing with her hard nubs, sucking and pulling, licking and nibbling, driving her insane.
Soon, his fingers were delving her folds, smearing themselves on her fluids, finding the proofs of her craving need in her drenched pussy.
Then, he pulled her legs up to her chest, making her spread wide for him, to allow him a better sight of the center of her femininity.
Drawing small spirals of fire, his fingers found her entrance before she could take another breath; he pushed two of them deep inside her, making her gasp for air, as her body trembled.
“Oh… please… please…” she begged, feeling her body wavering on the edge.
“Do you want me, Rosalind? Do you need me as much as I need you?” he whispered in her ear, as his tongue drew the contour of her earlobe.
She shuddered, throwing her arms around his neck pulling him closer, eager for more.
“Yes… yes… please…”
He took his fingers out of her, just to thrust them back in, making scissoring movements to stretch her, making sure she was ready for him. His lips came down her belly, kissing and licking her skin, stopping intrigued on her belly button, his tongue poking the small orifice and drawing fiery circles around it.
Plunging his fingers in and out of her, he quickly took her to paradise; watching, thrilled as wild waves of pleasure crashed over her.
She was still swirling on the blissful turmoil when he rested the head of his cock on her entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside her, stretching her walls to fit him. Inch by inch he slid his length deep inside her, loving how her tight tunnel wrapped itself around him.
Rosalind let out a small cry of happiness. She had never felt the way she was feeling, having him buried deep inside her. The pleasure was way beyond the physical level, and she felt as if she had finally found a home. The love she felt for him was so overwhelming it magnified her pleasure.
With every inch he thrust inside her, she was able to feel each and every one of his ridges rubbing against her walls, reigniting the fire of the passion that had started to subside after the powerful orgasm that shook her whole body.
Haakon took a deep breath, trying to control the fire burning inside him. His desire was so strong he could feel his body burning with need. His Drogon wanted to come out and fully mate her, but he knew this wasn’t the moment. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away and lose her before he had the chance to win her heart and her soul.
But feeling her body convulsing underneath him and her walls clenching hard against him, as he thrust in and out of her was almost too much.
His body shuddered as jolts of pleasure rushed through him, so intensely he felt on the verge of losing control, completely.
With a wild growl, he came deep inside her, pouring all his essence inside her, his whole body trembling, while waves of pleasure engulfed him entirely. He had never felt this way before. He had never felt a connection between his heart, body, and soul so perfect and so deep and he knew she was the reason he was experiencing it now. If he had had any doubts about her being his soulmate, those had been obliterated that instant.
Rosalind was dragged once more over the edge. And this time, the waves of pleasure he evoked inside her, were so powerful, so overwhelming, her whole body surrendered to him, and she lost consciousness.
Haakon collapsed in bed next to her and pulled her to his chest. She was unconscious, but somehow that didn’t surprise him. They had been through a very intense moment and even he was feeling a bit weak, drained of all energy.
He kissed the top of her head and thanked the gods for bringing his válkana into his life. He now felt complete, whole.
When the waves of the orgasm that shook him finally subsided, he slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was sure she would feel a bit sore after their first time, and the healing qualities of their water was just what she would need to feel good again.
She was coming to herself when he returned to the room, still completely naked, his cock still half erected as if he hadn’t had enough.
“Hi… how are you feeling?” he whispered, kneeling in bed next to her.
“Not sure I’m still alive,” she muttered with a raptured expression on her face. “Perhaps
I died and went to heaven,” she chuckled.
“Though I have no idea where heaven is, I can assure you, you are alive and well,” he said, smiling as he picked her in his arms.
She let out a small cry, startled. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, smiling back at him, as she wrapped her arms around his strong neck.
“To the bathing room. I’m sure you’re feeling a bit sore, the water will help you,” he explained as he entered the huge tub with her still in his arms.
“You don’t have to bathe with me,” she teased him.
“Of course, I have to. It’s my duty to take care of you,” he replied, and though there was a teasing tone in his voice, his eyes told her he meant every single word he had just said.
He took a seat on the bottom of the tub and made her sit on his legs, straddling him.
“You could take care of me from out of the tub,” she teased him a bit more, resting her arms on his shoulders.
“Of course, I could, but this way is much better,” his arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her closer.
She smiled, amused, but she shared his opinion. It felt amazing to be in his arms, with nothing between them. She rested her face on his strong chest and allowed herself to stay there, just feeling, not allowing her mind to interfere in that moment of sheer pleasure and bliss.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked, caressing her hair.
“Much better, no soreness anymore,” she replied, without moving.
Tell me about this,” he asked, playing with the ring on her left nipple. He had noticed it before but hadn’t had time to mention it.
“That comes with the collar,” she replied, in a harsh tone, still remembering when the Slythonians had put them on her and all of the other females on board. “I have no idea why they put it there, but I would gladly take it out, along with the damn collar.”
He played with the ring, twisting it a little while he watched her face up close. “I think it can be fun. Perhaps we should replace it with another one, a gift from me.”
“Hmmm, not sure about that,” she grumbled. He had eluded commenting the presence of the collar on her neck, and though her rational side understood why they were keeping it, she still hated the damn thing.
The pain it caused her was still fresh in her mind.
He twisted the ring a little bit, and jolts of pleasure and pain rushed through her mind, making her forget all about the collar, ripping moans from her lips.
His cock, on the other hand, responded promptly to her moans, pushing up, against her little pussy.
“Good, because I need you again,” he whispered in her ear.
She tilted her head back to look at him. “You do?” she was surprised. But thinking back, she shouldn’t have been, since that same need burned inside her.
“Yes, very much,” he assured her.
She gently kissed his lips. “Then, take me. I’m all yours.”
For a moment, she thought she had seen a particular shine in his eyes, but it disappeared so quickly she figured she had imagined.
His hands lifted her in the warm water, just to slowly lower her down on his hard shaft.
Rosalind tilted her head back, moaning out loud, as she felt his ridges rubbing against her G-spot, on its way in.
“Oh god… that feels so good…” she mumbled when he was finally buried inside her.
He smiled and leaned over to take one of her nipples between his lips. “You feel so good,” he replied, combining kisses and nibbles in both her hard peaks.
She moaned once more, as jolts of pleasure rushed through her body.
After a few moments, he impelled her to ride him, slowly at first, but gradually increasing her speed as she went up and down on his shaft.
It was so good she couldn’t control the moans and whimpers coming out of her mouth. She loved it so much, she couldn’t think, just feel.
Grasping her hips, he started to push her himself, making her go faster and deeper as if possessed by a need so strong it was beyond explanations.
Haakon pushed her up and down his cock, harder, faster and deeper. Instead of satiating his hunger, their first time together had only fueled his need for her, and the demands of the Drogon inside him were becoming stronger and stronger.
Her moans and whimpers only exacerbated that need.
She wrapped her arms tight around him and the pleasure rushing through his body was so powerful, it clouded his mind.
Scales appeared on his nape, his claws grew as well as his fangs, and his eyes became brighter than ever. But none of them realized that.
They were too wrapped in the turmoil of passion they had conjured that they didn’t see the signs.
When the powerful waves of the orgasm crashed over them, Haakon lost the little control he had left and reaching for her left breast, he buried his fangs in it, sucking her vital fluids at the same time he poured his inside her.
Rosalind was so lost in the pleasure he was giving her, she didn’t notice the sting or the thin thread of blood rolling down her breast.
At least, not until he realized what he was doing and moved away, almost pushing her out of his lap.
“Oh damn...” he stabilized her. “I’m so sorry.”
“What… what were you doing?” she managed to utter, her eyes fixed on the two tiny holes on her left breast.
He rubbed his face with his hand, clearly not sure of how to explain it to her. “You know I’m a Drogon, you have seen my wings…” he started to explain.
“Yes, of course…” she replied, with a frown, still staring at her breast.
Carefully, he leaned forward and poured some water on her breast, wiping away the blood and accelerating the healing process. In just a few seconds, the tiny holes had disappeared.
“That part of me sometimes comes out during the coupling, and my instincts take over, like right now,” he continued, doing all he could not to scare her.
“Were you going to drain all my blood?” she was still struggling to understand what was going on, still involved in the haze of the desire.
“No, of course not, not all. Just a little.”
“Would it harm me?” she asked, not sure how she felt about it.
“No, never. It’s just another way of deepening the connection between the male and the female,” he assured her, “It intensifies the pleasure, just that.”
She caressed the area where the tiny holes had been before she looked at him. “Then, it’s alright. I don’t mind,” and she meant it.
The pleasure she had felt had been mind-blowing. She was more than willing to live that experience once again.
Haakon smiled and pulled her even closer to him, claiming a passionate kiss from her lips. “You’re an amazing woman, do you know that Rosalind?” he murmured in her ears.
She smiled but said nothing else.
They stayed a little while longer in the warm water before they got out and finished their bath on the shower stall.
He took her to bed, and to her surprise, he lied in bed with her, cuddling her body next to his, and lulling her to sleep.
She had never slept in someone’s arms. She always kept people away, even Jonas. They had been lovers for several months, but she had always found an excuse to not sleep with him. But, with Haakon, it felt right. As if she belonged in his arms and she didn’t even consider uttering a protest.
The following morning, when the sunlight woke her up, she was alone in bed. She figured Haakon was working since dawn, and though she understood, she couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed. She would have loved to wake up in his arms.
Yawning, she jumped out of bed and walked to the window eager to have her first look at the house’s surroundings, and what she saw took her breath away.
The house was on the top of a hill surrounded by a vast forest of huge trees. Behind it, you could see the imposing mountains, covered in white.
“Good morning,” Haakon greeted her from behind. “I was hoping
to find you still in bed,” he said, closing the distance between them and wrapping her body with his.
“Good morning. I just woke up.” She greeted him back, leaning her head on his chest. “This place is amazing. I can’t wait to start exploring it all,” she added, with a wide smile.
“And I’ eager to show it to you,” he kissed the top of her head. “Get changed, father is waiting to have the morning meal with us,” he asked her.
“Oh, you should have told me,” she scolded him, a bit flustered.
“I am telling you,” he replied, smiling.
She snorted and headed straight to the bathroom, for a quick shower. She put on one of the suits she had brought with her, wishing she had something nicer to put on. She needed to find someone able to make some new clothes for her.
He was still waiting for her when she came out of her dressing room.
“I need clothes. But I also need to find a job to pay for them,” she said, with a slight frown as they left her room.
“No… of course not. We brought you here. The least we can do is provide for you,” he assured her. “What exactly do you need?” he asked.
“Something that doesn’t look like a damn uniform. I must say you guys don’t have much imagination where clothes are concerned.”
“Perhaps you could show one of our seamstresses a drawing of what you have in mind. I’m sure she would be able to replicate it,” he suggested, smiling, as they entered the meals’ room.
“Yes, I guess that could work, though I’m not a fashion designer,” she had replied before she turned to greet the man at the table. “Good morning, Jerrik. I trust you had a good night.”
“Oh, it was better than any other I can remember. The good news has taken an enormous weight out of my shoulders.”
“I’m glad to hear that, and I really hope this works for everybody,” she said, and she meant it. Even if she wasn’t meant to find a true partner on that planet, the place was starting to feel like home, and she wished they could find a solution for their terrible problem.
“Thank you, my dear.”
